Xiao Min did not expect that his life would be like this. Before he died, he looked up at the sky. The sky was exposed on the leaky roof, and the fiery glow was reflected in his eyes. He recalled his life in the firelight. The master across the wall was still talking to him. He was fascinated by the glow. Before he died, his vision gradually blurred, and the glow in his eyes gradually disappeared, just like his life...
(The work I submitted failed to submit, and the theme of the submission was: Self-gazing at life, but the meaning I wrote is far more than this theme. It is a work that I like very much, and I hope everyone can like it too.)
Xiao Min is fire, Xie Wang is snow, Xie Yao is wind, they are all my life.
Intention: Self-gazing at life