It's hard to imagine how Mo Di has always lived. Imagine that you are different from other children when you are born. Others have learned to walk very early, and they are even accustomed to the beautiful experience of the wind whistling in their ears and the world under their feet. But you can't, you're trapped by disease, trapped in a small room, and you can only experience the world through a window. Why do you like to draw? You're so lonely, you don't have friends, and people don't like people who are different. The only family in the world who loves you has left you, and no one can accompany you for the rest of your life. You have so many things to say and so many good memories to share, but you can only sit by the window, which is a picture frame that frames the world in your eyes. You want to keep them for a long time, so you start painting. So your soul is stretched. You want to run and dance, but you find that your body can never stretch like others, and the elves dance in the world like that. Your body is like a gradually withering flower, gradually changing its curvature, bending bit by bit, deforming until it completely withers. Fortunately, your soul, like the flowers in your pen, stretches out in an extremely beautiful arc and grows freely. Such a colorful soul, such a timeless and beautiful soul, met another soul. Although the soul was black and tattered at the beginning, it was moved and infected by you in the end, and became a soul with warm colors.
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