I am happy to see the end of such a story, but the ending is like a traffic accident and I am helpless. A farce and a comedy, a farce for adults, a comedy for children. Childhood is everywhere, everywhere. Sin is the same as above. Innocent enjoys the reward of peeping at innocence, and sin is swallowed up by innocence for a while and wiped out. If a dialectic method is used properly, I think it is like a Russian doll. Layers overlap, and one layer is larger than the other. The simple essence is complicated and ridiculous, but the volume is solidified and enlarged. I want to say that children save the soul. , adults are exploring and excavating the gold mine of the soul. The ignorance of children is the knowledge of adults, which is a huge and endless moral gold mine.
That's all, in the beautiful scenery, I grieve over the golden wheat fields trampled by children, and in my heart I grieve over the human wheat fields devoured by people's irritability and greed.
What can I say, I am really afraid of the wheat field of life, afraid of being trampled, eaten, harvested, and... Come to a pure wheat field rescue movement, and shouted "I am not afraid!" Listen to A breeze blew through the golden wheat fields, and listened to it drifting towards the blue sky.
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