The dream was like this: a prisoner sentenced to death broke free while being transported to the execution vehicle, and then the police arrested him. The prisoner was topless and bound by handcuffs and fetters, neighing in despair, while the cold-faced police used a thick rope to round him up. The two policemen clung to the two ends of the rope and were not in a hurry to take it off, but they kept shaking the rope. Rope dancing is not as interesting as children's skipping games, like cold-blooded hunting. I was awakened by my wailing and couldn't sleep for a long time.
It turns out that life is so lonely and helpless. Always face the growing choices alone, no one will point you in the right direction at the moment you make a decision. When you go astray, the messengers of justice will push you to a dead end...
What kind of lonely choice we have to face when we grow up. Who can accompany us through a rugged life, let us avoid the wrong path and avoid disaster? Is it God or Guanyin... Too much hatred and too much numbness lurks around us. We walk alone, and when we encounter a little sympathy and compassion when we are alone to the end of life, we will feel saved.
"Have you ever felt lonely?" Matthew asked. "Yes, we are all alone." This is Helen's answer and mine.
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