High buildings, bright moon.One person leaned against the railing and sat in silence.A stove nearby warms a pot of wine.Silence, no one.He looked at the bright moon, lowered his head, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were a bit crystal clear.Looking up again, it was a bit cold."Tears have been distracted and cold, but it's hard to be at ease when you look a thousand miles away. The dream has turned into a fog and the wind has gone away. Since then, you will not play the stringed piano."A short word, but
This is a work with almost the same style as mine. When I saw it for the first time, I almost thought it was done when I was sleepwalking.The attack on the indifference of this society is somewhat similar to my previous work "The Terrible Dream", but the difference is that the author Zhou Mobai who submitted the paper has more depth and sharpness, which is the courage I did not have.So I want to say that this is a good work.
It is said that we have pity for our parents. Yes, in life, it is our parents who take care of us and nurture us. As they grow up, they find that they are still working hard, and they are willing to give their all to us, and we///From thanksgiving for parents to life, although there is a touch in my heart, I must be indifferent, because
