In my memory, he experienced two car accidents. Once, while walking with me, he was lightly struck by a car; he cried out in pain and rushed home. I was very worried and hurried back, but he seemed to be fine. Another time, while I was out with my mother, an electric scooter suddenly swerved and hit "Huanhuan." The scooter fell to the ground, and although "Huanhuan" could barely walk after the impact, he still gritted his teeth and made it home. Afterwards, "Huanhuan" stopped eating and drinking, only making whimpering sounds. My heart ached, and I prayed that heaven would grant him a chance to live. Perhaps heaven truly heard my prayers, for "Huanhuan" eventually "came back to life"!
How much sorrow in life! The night, the night, the night is so tragic, so painful, so desolate. I ask the heavens! Who? Who can understand you? You weep, you cry, you grieve, you ache, you suffer, you are in pain...
You can lose your wealth, but you must never lose your character.
The first chill of autumn creeps into the quilt, entwining with my body, sparing not even my toes. Recalling the orange morning light of days gone by, I long to scoop up a handful of this chill and watch every hair stretch out, crystalline and golden.
The value of life lies in bringing value to others.
Everyone has a bit of a "little" temper; otherwise, they would be "wooden people." But when people lose their temper, they often lose their reason. Whether one can control their temper becomes the distinct boundary between a successful person and a mediocre one.
