When I have nothing to do, I like to listen to the elderly neighbors telling stories about their youth. Sometimes they will laugh wildly, and sometimes they will burst into tears. Life is made up of such short stories of joy or sadness.
Not all stories can stir up ripples in the heart, because some stories are so ordinary that after hearing them once, they really just treat them as just a story. But some things leave a deep imprint on the psyche that is indelible and unbearable. Because that's a false start.
For example, let's take the story I'm going to tell you next. A whole summer has been brewing in my heart. Those seasons of rampant fire are blowing in the face with the scalding wind and fire. Every late night when I can't sleep, deep in my heart, there is still unspoken sadness.
The lake was as quiet as death, and the flowers without any ripples in the wind were pale. The setting sun dimmed the dull and solemn twilight of dusk.
Life is just a moment of favor and indulgence.