Adults have learned bad things, and God is testing them. You have not been tested yet. You should live according to the ideas of children.

The fastest and slowest thing in the world, the longest and shortest thing, the most ordinary thing but the most precious thing, the most easily ignored thing, and the most regrettable thing is time.

"Look at everyone with an upright eye; do the same if a dog jumps at you, so that it will back away..."

God’s officials are angels of light, while human officials are slaves of Satan!

Over the long years, sadness has become his festival, the burning house has become his carnival, and even the scars have become embellishments on his face that has nothing left...

Ours Life is amazing, not only because the soil of all the animal evil in our lives is so rich and fertile, but also because from this soil still triumphantly grows bright, healthy, creative Things grow with kindness - the inherent kindness of people. These things evoke in us an indestructible hope that a bright and humane life will eventually be resurrected.

I said to him: I love him very much; he replied firmly but unforgettably:

"You know, I love you very much too! Because of this . I endured pain for you - this is also for love! Have I endured it for others? "

The law is just a habit! People lived together and agreed that this was the best way. This was a habit, so it became a law! This is like a child playing a game. You must first decide how to play and set the rules. This rule is the law.

In heaven, there is neither winter nor autumn. In order to make the messengers of God happy, flowers bloom all year round.

"What does an official do?"

"An official is like the naughtiest child, breaking all the children and all the laws!"

Looking back now, it seems like she was enveloped in mist or transparent clouds. Her gray eyes, as big as her grandmother's, looked ahead from the clouds coldly and gloomily.

Her selfless love for everything in heaven and earth has enriched me and given me the courage and strength I need to face difficult times.

I think if he was rich and well-dressed, I would be afraid of him, but he is very poor; the collar of his leather jacket shows the collar of his wrinkled and dirty shirt, and his trousers are full of stains. and patches, barefoot in tattered shoes. The poor are not terrible, nor are they dangerous. My grandmother's pity for them and my grandfather's contempt for them unconsciously convinced me of this.

"Where is grandma?"

"Go and bury your little brother."

"Buried in the ground?"

"If not buried in the ground, where can I bury him?"

I told him about the two frogs buried when I buried my father. He picked me up and kissed me.

“Ah, kid, there are some things you still don’t understand!”

“There’s no need to pity those frogs, just pity your mother. Look at how she was tortured. Ah!"

From then on, I watched people with uneasiness, as if the outer skin of my heart was torn off, so this heart became indifferent to all humiliation and pain, no matter It is a sensitivity that is intolerable, either one's own or that of others.

All of this is unsettling. I remember my parents not living like this. They do everything together, cuddling side by side. At night, they often talked and laughed for a long time, sitting by the window and singing loudly, so that people on the street came to watch. Those faces looking up remind me of the dirty dishes after a meal. But people rarely smile here. Occasionally someone smiles, and you don’t know what they are laughing at. Noises, threats, whispers are the way of speaking here. No one dares to play loudly, the children are ignored, uncared for, and as insignificant as dust. I feel like an outsider here, always on pins and needles. I watched the occurrence and development of every thing with great concentration.

Be careful, wanting to know everything is very dangerous!