He looked back at these faces again. He has summoned them to his eyes, and it is not easy to close the curtain that has blocked them for so long. Faces, friends and relatives, enemies, and many faces I almost don't know at all also crowded into the crowd unexpectedly. The girl who used to be as beautiful as flowers and jade is now in her twilight years. A few faces have been buried in the ground and have changed, but their souls have surpassed death, making them as beautiful as before, calling for bright eyes and bright smiles. The light of the soul seems to whisper through the body. Although the beauty under the loess is beyond recognition, it has been sublimated. She surpassed the world, just to be a bright light, emitting soft and beautiful light on the way to heaven.

In chapter seven.

The dark coffin shop is desolate and lifeless, and Oliver stays here alone. Until now, he hasn't taken this.

The feelings that a day's experience may evoke in a child's heart are revealed. He once listened to people's ridicule with a contemptuous expression, and endured whipping and beating without saying a word, because he felt that he had a growing dignity in his heart, and with this dignity, he persisted until the end, even if he was roasted alive by them on the fire, he would not scream. However, at this time, no one around saw or heard Oliver kneeling on the ground, burying his face in his hands and crying-crying is God's nature-but how many people will cry before God at such a young age!

Chapter 30

The evidence of human sin is like a thick cloud. Although it rises slowly, it can't escape from Skynet. In the end, there is always bad news coming to our heads-why not listen to the complaints of grief and indignation from the deceased in our imagination, which can't be suppressed by any force and can't be stopped by any dignity-even if we just think about it and listen, what are the injuries, injustices, sufferings, pains, atrocities and grievances brought by daily life?

In section 5 1

The two orphans hugged each other for a long time, tears rolled down, and they said some incoherent words to each other.

Let's dedicate these tears and words to God. In an instant, they all knew who their father, sister and mother were. Joy and sadness meet in the cup of fate, but there are no bitter tears in it: because even sadness itself has been diluted and wrapped in such sweet and kind memories, losing all bitterness and becoming a solemn pleasure.

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