Do you know his story, out of an ax he became a boat, out of a cocoon he became a butterfly. His stories always have a beginning and an end, but they seem to have no sense of boundaries. Why do I feel the breath of despair, but it is always brilliant when it hits me. Maybe it was the absolute suffocation hidden deep in the darkness, and the boundless scenery was suddenly new. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors. You deserve better. And I have been laughing on sunny days, all the time. Your smile is as vivid as yesterday. Wait until the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, and you can enter the city. Are you still happy now? If I could do it all over again, I would still love you as brightly as my first love, the stupid child who was born in a miracle against the wind, as wonderful, vivid and charming...
Purpose: Inspiring stories