In the endless winter, I arrogantly vented myself in the sound of Christmas bells, rubbing the light blue wrapping paper in my hands, feeling in a trance. It seems that there is a blurry and particularly clear face dancing on the light blue. Rubbing his eyes, the shadow appears. Each vivid picture is blended in the blur. I tried to rush through it in a panic, but found that my mind had become a keyboard in disrepair, and I could not delete it no matter how hard I pressed the "delete key". People always show their cowardice and worthlessness in one way or another.