, I always built building blocks layer by layer
, along with my little dreams, I tried to build higher and higher
, and gradually
the height of the building blocks became a goal in my consciousness. I
believed that only by building the highest can I get what I call Success
has never been known. In
the countless ordinary days when I worked hard to build the highest building block in my heart,
many of the good things I once dreamed of have already appeared around me.
Maybe the good things have turned into love, family affection and tenderness . They
are invisible and intangible.
They have melted . In the air, people never realized that when I
finally reached the so
-called highest point, I was
exhausted, old and frail, and I was surrounded by an accident. I accidentally started to shuttle between the gaps of the building blocks I built . Downstream, layer by layer , the ordinary at that time is like an old movie, and the scenes are so sweet and warm in front of me It's so painful, people can't breathe , who will catch and cherish when beauty passes by?
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