Draw a leaf for life. As long as you believe in it, miracles will always happen. Although the hope is slim, it will last forever.

Life is a tearful smile.

At this time, a spiritual feeling arose spontaneously, thinking that life is composed of sobs, sobs and smiles, and sobs accounted for most of them.

Once you love art, it is not difficult to devote yourself to anything.

But this city is like a vast expanse of bottomless quicksand. Every grain of sand is constantly sinking and sinking. It is still floating on top today, but will sink into the filthy dirt tomorrow.

What we become in the end does not depend on the path we choose, but on our hearts.

As the bell rang, the door of the twelfth house opened, and the landlady came to the door. She gave him the impression of a disgusting, overfed worm, who had eaten all the flesh. It's just an empty shell, and we're looking for new tenants to fill the space.

In the past, there may have been flowers and plants here. If this is the case, those flowers and plants must have withered and died in the dirty and putrid air.

One busy hour in a brilliant life is worth a century of obscurity.

There may have been statues of saints here, but it is not difficult to imagine that demons and monsters had long since pulled them down in the dark, dragged them down to some furniture cellar, and kept them in an evil place. In the abyss.

The wind was howling outside, fine snow got in through the cracks, and the cold air surrounded the backs of the six victims.

But this city is like a bottomless quicksand, constantly moving its sand grains. The sand grains that are still in the upper layer today will sink into the clay mud tomorrow.