"Do you believe there are born criminals in this world?"
"They often set fires and kill people to control others, gain power, and gain a sense of accomplishment. Maybe he doesn't hate those people, but controlling other people's lives and deaths will give him satisfaction..."
At dusk, children climb trees and stretch their necks like baby birds, waiting for their parents who will never return. All they could see were gray mountains connected to each other, endlessly far away. The trees on the mountains surrounded the village like a sea. They were floating on this ocean of nothingness, like an abandoned island.
"Looking around, it has become normal for a class to be full of left-behind children. Left-behind children, single parents, poverty, orphans, diseases, each label is like a layer of hell. The more labels you have, the deeper you seem to sink to the bottom of the abyss. The fewer opportunities for sunlight to shine through the gaps, the darker the darkness. Surrounded by countless resentful souls, eventually, you will become one of them."
Late at night.
The farmer was walking on the dirt road with his shoulder pole, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Suddenly he raised his head——
The billowing black smoke rushed towards my face, the raging fire lit up half of the sky, and the flowerpot instantly overturned and fell down!
Bang!
The withered red flowers lay silently on the ground.
Reading instructions:
1. The characters' views do not represent the author's views.
2. Part of the plot of this article is adapted from real events.
This is my first attempt at unit case writing. I hope you can support me!
Purpose: Prevent youth drug abuse
