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Hickeys of Time

Suddenly I have reached the age where I know my destiny, and I am in the midst of a continuous epidemic where you sing and I come on stage, and my heart is even more panicked and has nowhere to rest.

Some people say that time never defeats beauty. I thought what kind of beauty should I look at? For a woman who is stable in this world, has no worries about food and clothing, and has freedom in wealth, time will only bring her wisdom, calmness, and elegance, and even the hickeys of time will be out of reach.

But if a beauty is always worried about the daily necessities of food, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea and cannot be nourished by her family, no matter how beautiful she is, she will be defeated by the years. Even the kisses of the years will leave an overwhelmed breath in her body and heart. .

The damage caused to the body by today’s epidemic and the resulting secondary disasters will be cured with medication and time.

The resulting psychological emotional pressure cannot be eliminated in a day or two. Psychological counseling and intervention are needed to slowly get out of the psychological haze.

Just like in the era of starvation, people's physical and psychological damage caused by the extreme lack of food will form a serious psychological shadow.

Even when food is extremely plentiful and the person is extremely wealthy, he may have the habit of storing food. This is a fear that is hidden deep in the subconscious or has been engraved in the bones. Afraid of such a tragedy happening again!

Such hickeys of time cannot be easily erased!

So even if you know destiny, you can’t predict what kind of events will happen tomorrow. The world is full of annoying stories and accidents like poplars flying in front of you and in your heart. , no matter how calm or calm, there will still be emotional ups and downs without tears.

What does it mean to know destiny? I have to figure out three meals a day again. At this time, the kiss marks of time are like a butcher's knife, killing your solid city wall until nothing is left. How can you talk about life? ideal? wealth?