In the only beating moment in my life, I met him, the sunshine of my life.
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Put on your schoolbag and run all the way to school.
There was a spring rain last night, so I had to be very careful when running to avoid splashing on my pants.
I have a good physique and like to exercise very much, because the poor do not have the right to be sick and delicate.
I ran onto the asphalt road. The street was very clean. I relaxed and looked up at the sky. The magnolia trees on the roadside were in bloom, and the trees were full of freshness. The wind blew over, and little bits of elegant white fell down, each with a delicate fragrance.
Occasionally it falls on the hair and face, and I feel relaxed and happy!
I'm not very good at getting along with people, but I can get a lot of happiness in nature, such as the wind in March carrying the sky full of green, the intoxication that caressed my hair, and the cicadas in July.
A strange sleepy atmosphere, the sweet and mature smell of honey in the air in October... the twelve snows, the soft white falling endlessly...
I can walk and walk beside the rapeseed fields in April, and I walk happily...just walking makes me feel happy.
That kind of feeling can only be felt by those who have experienced it in person.
I don’t need to chat with others, I can be happy by myself.
Sometimes I even think that being unable to speak is really good.
You don’t have to be polite to anyone. If everyone was mute, the world would be a lot quieter.
"Help! Help!" A woman screamed loudly!
I glanced slightly and saw several men in an empty alley dragging a woman by her hair on the ground!
The woman was bleeding and couldn't see her face clearly. She was dressed very matronly and homely. Judging from her figure, she was probably a woman in her thirties. She somehow got into trouble with these gangsters and was surrounded. She was given a good meal.
beat.
Some people stopped and watched from a distance, but no one came close to take care of it. This is an indifferent world, and each of us has to survive on our own.
Asking people to save lives is a joke. In this world where everyone is troubled, who can save whom?
Probably because of the environment I grew up in, in my heart, kindness is really synonymous with weakness and idiot.
In particular, incompetent and kind-hearted people are often the source of trouble. They clearly have no ability, but they will cause big troubles and make everyone around them suffer along with them.
I'm not kind, nor am I an idiot, so of course I go my own way and follow others' lead.