Chu Yi is 100 years old this year. Most of his teeth have been lost, but his hair is still there. It is long and twisted into a bun and tied up with a hairpin. Opening her cloudy eyes, Chu Yi was sitting at the banquet. The seats were full of guests and friends. Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at her. Oh, she suddenly remembered that she wanted to make a wish. Today is her 100th birthday party. Chu Yi sighed softly and said to herself: "God, please let me die this year." Maybe God heard her wish. She was really dead, her waist was no longer sore, and her legs were no longer painful. She was able to walk after trying. Chu Yi was very happy and tried to run again. As he ran, he looked up and saw a huge stone with characters on it that Chu Yi didn't recognize. An indistinguishable voice came from all directions, "Welcome to the underworld."
Intention: To ask what love is in the world