On the first day of the New Year, we have 15 minutes left on the drip.
Recently, a book was read called The Book, which says that there are 3,000 worlds in vast space, and 3,000 worlds in each world. Heaven and hell, six beasts... if the soul is to suffer in every world, will it ever be forgotten?
I remember when I was about six years old, when a woman came to the house as a guest, and I hid behind the closet, and I couldn't come out to see anyone. Aunty had beautiful red lips, a kiss on my pink and fat face, and the adults around made the same laugh.
I'm in a lot of pain, and I'm running out to the big tin cans, and I'm looking at the yellow-haired sun and I think, "Why do this to me?"
"Will you marry me?"
Seventeen-year-old first love pushed the last piece of chicken in front of the burger shop.
"Then I have to make a lot of money. But it's best for the university to get it together. Besides, I'm lazy, stupid and funky, but for you it's not a big deal."
"What would I do without you?" She looked up and said.
On 1 January 2022, at more than 10 p.m., after the performance. I was suddenly given the most greasy and impulsive look of the moment, and I spit a word in my mouth... I don't want to be honest, not to be honest! I'm ashamed of the atmosphere. The world doesn't need love.
That moment I wanted to kill everyone.
"It's not good to make 30,000 dollars a month in Beijing," a big brother said to me at the wine table holding my shoulder.
"Life is not meant to seek meaning, to do, to create, to love. Putting an ordinary person in an extreme environment, you're all pure." A very sick friend said to me on Twitter.
"Mature and calm are the norm of life, but you're not. You're not. You're not.
"Don't get out of here with some roasting pot junk food. I've been getting better, I'm coming back early to see your grandmother... and I'm thinking about you.