On my birthday, thousands of houses are brightly lit, firecrackers are blasting with blessings, and the world is full of fireworks. In the new year, the phoenix crowns and Xiamei remarry in the early spring.
In such a beautiful and hazy atmosphere, I died.
But I didn't die completely. I vaguely remember some people and some things. They were making a loud noise in my mind, protesting against death's ruthless annihilation of their small and fragile existence.
So I squeezed into the turbulent flow of people, as if being pulled invisibly by something, looking for traces of my life in the crowds of people.
I walked forward slowly, and my chest and back gradually turned into a withered yellow.
Purpose: Don't forget to look at problems from different angles