I heard that every child is an angel before coming to the world, and God will give each little angel a package. God let the first child choose. The child faces packages of different sizes and weights in front of him. He chooses and chooses, but he can't find the right one. The door of time to the world is about to close, so he just chooses one. Wrapped up, spread its wings vigorously and flew to the world. On the way, he kept thinking about what to do if the package he got was not satisfied, but he was

accidentally struck by lightning, fell down, and became an angel with broken wings. He was very sad. And God appeared, stroked his forehead and said, "My child, no matter what is in the package, choosing does not mean bearing, but bearing. Too many choices means missing." God gently cares about the wounded A kiss fell on the wings, but the wound that God kissed was beautiful.

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The child nodded, knowingly, knowing that this is God's best gift, and he wants to live beautifully.

I heard that every child is an angel before coming to the world, and God will give each little angel a package. God let the first child choose. The child faces packages of different sizes and weights in front of him. He chooses and chooses, but he can't find the right one. The door of time to the world is about to close, so he just chooses one. Wrapped up, spread its wings vigorously and flew to the world. On the way, he kept thinking about what to do if the package he got was not satisfied, but he was

accidentally struck by lightning, fell down, and became an angel with broken wings. He was very sad. And God appeared, stroked his forehead and said, "My child, no matter what is in the package, choosing does not mean bearing, but bearing. Too many choices means missing." God gently cares about the wounded A kiss fell on the wings, but the wound that God kissed was beautiful.

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The child nodded, knowingly, knowing that this is God's best gift, and he wants to live beautifully.