alive

siverman@newsletter.paragraph.com (siverman) — Fri, 05 Aug 2022 15:11:10 GMT

The old man and the ox gradually drifted away, and I heard the hoarse and touching voice of the old man in the distance, his singing fluttered like the wind in the empty evening, and the old man sang - the young man wanders, the middle age wants to dig, become a monk in old age.

alive

siverman@newsletter.paragraph.com (siverman) — Sat, 16 Jul 2022 02:16:53 GMT

When I think about it in this life, I came here very quickly. I lived a normal life. My father expected me to honor my ancestors. He was wrong. I Ah, such a life. When I was young, I relied on the money left by my ancestors for a while, and then I became more and more desolate. The people around me, Long Er and Chunsheng, they only had a good time for a while, but in the end they lost their lives. It's better to be a normal person, fight this fight That, fighting back and forth to lose his life. Like me, it sounds like the more promiscuous you are, the less promising you are, but you have a long life, and the people I know are next to each other. I'm dead, I'm still alive.