Early morning ~ just woke up from a nightmare. Outside the window, the birds are chirping non-stop~ The cuckoo begins to call tightly~ I hear the sound of horror~ The scalp is numb. I know that a battle called the grind of the heart has arrived in the city. After experiencing a sickness and suffering ~ more than going to participate in a life test that I feared the most. This year has not been easy for me ~ there are painful gains and lonely sourness ~ no one to share for you ~ Some diseases are always hidden in the heart. One has to learn to bear with the only son. I can change myself painfully~ but I can't change my attachment to home. Home is not only the call of family affection~ but also the salvation of the sick years. It is a desire of the sick soul ~ to sort out the root veins of life. In the field ❓ of life ~ sow an indomitable strong seed, overcome the disease and grind, bravely and tenaciously face the pain, face the wind, and move against the water. Victory belongs to the strongest. Come on [Light up the peace lantern] [Rose] [Rose] [Rose]
