BE! BE!
The favored son of heaven is silent and the gourd background board is attacked* Life is very difficult when no one loves the president.
In the dream, I was lying on the hospital bed, and I felt someone wiping my palms with a soft cloth, as if he was treating a fragile and precious vase.
It's a pity that I broke it long ago and it can't be glued back.
Intention: Life is not a bright day