I Am Jiao Xiner

It was a cold winter, the wind was biting, and the wind was ruthlessly blowing on my face, which stung a little and made my face numb. I don't know whether it was because the tears had frozen or the weather was too cold. There was no scenery and no passers-by by the river. At this time, I wanted to end my life. The strong thought of committing suicide prompted me. I didn't know what the meaning of living was. I stood here stupidly, imagining how cold the river was and how I would struggle after jumping in. Or I would not ask for help at all and let my body sink;