If you do everything too long and start too late, you can't expect everyone to stay there. People are scattered.
Not all because he has no truth to tell. He once enjoyed life, and his life is over. Then he lived in the best place and other new places, with different people and more money.
"This is a sign of cowardice." "You can't let a person die as easily as possible, and you have to give him a scolding? What's the use of insulting me? "
In Schlenzer, on Christmas Day, the snow sparkled. You look out of the bar, which will hurt your eyes. You see everyone walking from the church to their home. There, with heavy skis on their shoulders, they walked up the riverside avenue, which was bare and urine-yellow, next to the steep peaks covered by pine forests. There, they slid down the long glacier slope above Madeleine's house. Snow looks as smooth as icing on a cake and as soft as powder. He remembers that the shovel glided silently, so fast that you seemed to fall from the sky like a bird.
A person can only live one day at a time, and only that day counts. As long as it's not dark, today is still today, and tomorrow is another today. This is the most important thing he knows in his life.
He has always despised those who have lost their reputation. You don't need to like this set at all, because you know what it is. Nothing can fool him, he thought, because nothing can hurt him if he doesn't care. All right. If he dies now, he doesn't care. One thing he has been afraid of is pain. He can endure pain like others, unless it lasts too long and makes him exhausted, but there are some things he can't stand, but just when he feels something is going to tear him apart, the pain has stopped.
Although he was brilliant, he abandoned it, betrayed himself and everything he believed in, blunted his keen sense because of drinking, and destroyed his talent because of laziness, laziness, snobbery, arrogance and prejudice, and other reasons.
His mind has been surrounded by fat, and his long-term inapplicable talent has finally disappeared.
Then they didn't fly to Arusha, but turned a corner to the left. Based on this, he concluded that they had enough fuel. Looking down, he saw a moving pink cloud floating across the earth, which looked like the first snow in a sudden snowstorm from the air. He knew that locusts were coming from the south. They began to climb, as if flying east, and then it was dark. They were caught in a storm and it rained heavily, as if they were crossing a waterfall. Suddenly, they emerged from the storm. Kang Bi son turned his head, grinned at him and pointed to him. In front of him, he is as magnificent as the whole world, incredibly white in the sun, which is the square top of Kilimanjaro. Then he knew that was where he was going.