Hermit crabs do not live as house slaves all their lives, they hide in houses without masters, like a ship with lights dimmed

hermit crab

Crabs, who like to rampage when walking. Four up, oblique thorns back. Humans are accustomed to referring to arrogant people as crabs. They should not straighten. Similar to some kind of genetic defect.

Hermit crabs do not live as house slaves all their lives, but are stored in the hard shells left by shellfish, standing tall in the wind and rain, standing at the head of the tide, and often driven by the tide to the crevices of the reefs on the shore. Hiding in a house without a master is like a ship lit up.

Man is not a hermit crab. When the golden time is white, holding the knot and high wat, a hundred responses. In the face of setbacks, it is like a dog that has lost its family.

Who is not to be placed in the shell of the heavens, and the red stripe is returned. Human beings only borrowed from a shell of less than two meters, and the temporary collar of the deeper and thicker edges was a House of One Hua, and the colorful clothes entertained their relatives, and they were inexplicably proud. Shallow running and wandering, hating the injustice of the heavens, hating not cutting the carbuncle with a knife, using strength to help the rock, straight up to the Ninth Heaven.

The whole human race is a temporary visitor to the universe, and the blue planet we live on borrows the sun to candle fire, borrows the moon to shine, borrows the sky to rain and neon, borrows agricultural herbs to survive, and never owes a debt!

He once felt guilty for a moment, a word of thanks.

On all sides, triumphant, rampage, not a hermit crab, what is it?

A bottle is dissatisfied, and half a bottle of vinegar can be heard every half a mile. Those who don't know still think that God thunders in the clear sky.

Taibai Yue: Life must be full of joy, do not make the golden bottle empty to the moon. He was as innocent as a child in his life, and he was proud for a moment!

Among the dragons and phoenixes among the people of Dongpo, no one who has been pious for a thousand years dares to forget.

You listen, he is in Huangzhou, in Hangzhou, in Danzhou.

Long hate this body is not me, when to forget the camp. The night wind is still and flat. The boat has since passed away, and Jiang Hai has lived the rest of his life.

Looking back at the place where it has always been, returning, there is no wind or rain or sunshine.