So there was light. God nodded with satisfaction.
After this, there are always people of God who think they have the power of God and shout " "Let there be light", in fact, there is light, and it has always been there. After yelling that there is light, we nodded with satisfaction when looking at the stars in the street, but...isn’t it already there? We think we are a green onion, but in fact we are not even a green onion.
When everyone thinks they are a perfect, green, fragrant green onion. When we pulled the collar and said hello, me, XXX, have you noticed that there is a dull atmosphere all around, oh! Of course, you won't notice, you think the fragrance of green onions has covered all the rooms.
The green onions are busy, and they are busy for that little light, but the sunflowers are basking in the sun leisurely. They know where the light comes from, and they also know that they are sunflowers, so they naturally have to eat. Those sunflowers who really understand their identity have never regarded their sunflower identity as a glory, they just looked at a few green onions arguing under their feet with disdain.
The world itself is a huge black humor. Everyone has their own American dream. Every day they do nothing to fantasize about taking tricks from life. The green onions shout and scream vulgarly and pinch each other’s necks for the sake of the so-called own. The light and you die and die. And life is just watching you make humor, and then give you an unexpected result to give this cold joke a best ending.
When we see themselves as an onion,
that
sunflowers do?
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