The soul of a person who has gone through the calamity seems to have passed through iron! The night is dark and the black hole has to go through the long night, how many sleepless souls are wandering, unable to find a greenhouse to live in, allowing it to banish the darkness

The soul of a person who has gone through the calamity seems to have passed through iron!

The night is dark and the black hole has to be long in the night, how many sleepless souls are wandering, unable to find a warm house to live in, allowing it to banish into the darkness...

As the English proverb goes, the soul passes through iron. Describe a person who has endured a painful journey through suffering, and will have a soul as hard as iron, and will no longer be able to perceive the existence of pain.

Who in the world would have a soul as cold as iron? If, if it is really numb and stiff to live, it is an incomparable sadness. What I saw was more weak minds, looking helplessly for something in the midst of the world...

Those who pray for the placement of their souls in words are probably eager to construct their own spiritual world, to be the masters of their own kingdom, and to give the soul a place to rest.

Words have been given an unrealistic utopian dream of existence, which will eventually be cruelly shattered by the society of the law of the jungle.

The jade-like prince and the golden and precious boudoir in "Dream of the Red Chamber" still live in a social environment where poetry and reality overlap and coexist.

Sensitive and fragile Daiyu, it seems that she is being pampered in the rich and gentle township, but she sighs sadly: Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, the wind and frost swords are strictly pressed...

Baochao, who is well-rounded, needs to take cold incense pills every day to bless his calm and self-sustaining state of mind and resist the risks of the evil world.

The gongzi and beautiful people in "Dream of the Red Chamber" have a leisure class, and when the poetry and song are endowed, they live in a poetic and romantic world. Back to real life, it is another human nature that is leaning on each other and deceiving me!

Literature and art have been endowed with the function of religion, or a hallucinogen of the spirit, which can only soothe pain, and pain is still as long as a shadow...