Rice was inseparable from me, unable to spare more time with it, full of guilt. I remembered that when I was reading, I could hold rice on a chair and sit with me. I accompanied the rice and did not delay reading. Because rice is not sticky, even if you feel empathy, you always ignore "thinking of a way". In this way, it can be comforted by the guilt of expecting it but waiting silently.
The level of the translator of "Three Thousand Years of Jerusalem" is worrying, but it is a pity that "if the world is very beautiful, there are nine points in the heaven and earth, history and present thickness and heaviness of the world". The level of translation can be called student work, and it is also like the "Youdao Dictionary" mechanical cold, devoid of flesh and blood and vitality.
Knowing the history of Jerusalem, the past and present lives of the three religions, only for bedtime reading, there is no beauty between the lines, suitable for hypnosis.
