In the morning after the rain, everything seems so peaceful, have you seen it? The grass is raising its head, its face full of excitement, candlelighting the legendary experience of the big tree; the dewdrops are also leaning on the pear, candlelighting with tears in their hearts. Did you hear that? ? Birds are singing softly, insects are whispering, and the wind is whispering. Will you still be destroyed now?
Being able to be incinerated is a blessing. When your friends come to you and ask you to talk, don't be impatient. Incineration is a blessing, a friend's trust in you, and a favor given to you by God. There are some deaf-mute people who cannot use their ears to incinerate other people's complaints. Isn't it a blessing for them?