You Live, You Die, You Live Forever

I just read four chapters and I feel dizzy and unable to process the information. Let's take a moment to digest it first. In short, when it comes to time, we cannot do without the universe. When it comes to the universe, it cannot be separated from life. It is said that life is inseparable from loneliness. Now it seems that many factors in this cycle are included in this novel. Anyway, the past is the past. But the future is not here yet. This is my life. But not everyone's life. Perhaps countless people are watching me, or perhaps countless people are watching others. But no matter how many worlds there are, the birth of life is always a miracle. It's just that we can't understand it, or I just can't understand it. I know and make up this part of me, which is very great, but I cannot see the deeper level, or the ultimate. But this book made me see a little bit, and I realized that many things have been around me all along. I still hope the author can continue writing. Although it is selfish to say this, I still hope you can maintain high quality.

It's like you are walking on a country road, and there is an old man in his 90s sitting in a dilapidated house on the roadside. Not far away is the newly built square, where young people and some old people are relaxing together. Then the old man talked to himself about his life, tremblingly pulling out the pain of his life, counting bit by bit, as if the count was over, and this life had passed. You walked in and looked at the dilapidated environment around you. The dark linen quilt was already a little stiff and shrunken, lying on the dark plank bed. The pot on the stove was already stained with thick oil, and there were things in the pot that had not been eaten for a long time. There was nothing in the house, the only food was some fallen carrots and some rotten vegetables. You took a few steps forward and saw clearly the clothes on the old man's body. Casual clothes, formal clothes, all kinds of clothes could hardly be seen clearly for their original appearance, and they were piled up on his body in confusion. It's like these clothes represent memories, but also pain that wraps around my body. His eye sockets sunk, revealing the few whites of his eyes, and his beard was no longer restrained and grew wantonly. You walked a few more steps and finally came to him. You tried calling a few times but found that he couldn't hear you at all. As if you were stimulated by something, you waved your hands in front of his eyes in a daze. You always feel that it shouldn't be like this, but the reality is just like this. You couldn't help but sob quietly, letting out waves of weak cries. However, as if the old man finally found you, he hurriedly twisted his waist and tried to turn around. The simple and shabby little wooden stool could not bear the weight and creaked. He looked at you, his voice was a little hoarse, but he said with great joy "Baby, don't cry... Don't cry..."

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The author is great, please work hard to update 😡😡

I'm sorry that I'm going to stop updating today because of something else.