The day before, because of reading "Prodigy", I wrote a comment that "a genius is an angel lost by God in the world. Only when you find a companion, you will not be alone."
Today, I understand another kind of love, in addition to tolerance, there is perseverance.
If the cloud of violence is the naughty child on the cliff, the stork is the catcher in the rye.
Think about it, we may all have special things in our lives that we need to protect for a lifetime
. Are we persistent enough when we have them? Do you feel lost when you lose it? ?
PLEASE NOTE: My comment is entirely on the side of the stork, and
this identity also determines: I am a watchman.
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