The unobstructed desert is the favorite of death. No one can survive in the desert, which is as hot as lava, like a graveyard of life, except it.
The green light it emits stings the eyes of the God of Death. It carries a sharp sword that cuts through the stubborn blood of the God of Death, making the God of Death flinch from it. It is the cactus, the warrior of hope in the desert.
Perhaps in the eyes of many people, cacti are just a type of zombie plant, ordinary and ordinary. Celebrities are lonely. They live for glory, but increasingly they become puppets of fame and fortune. But ordinary people are equally lonely, just like cactus. She grew up in the desert, standing alone under the scorching sun, enduring the baptism of wind and the suffering of light. Moreover, it cannot be told and it is impossible to tell. Because in the vast desert, few people have walked.