When I take the subway in Beijing, I can always see this story from time to time ... a creative public service advertisement.
Love between the pull ring and the can
A label has only one jar.
Besides the pull ring, there is also a jar full of coke.
The pull-tab and the pop-top can are separated by full coke, and the coke is held close to the pull-tab, and the pop-top can is closely attached to the pull-tab, and the pull-top firmly locks the coke.
There is no love in the pull ring, because the heart of the can is full of coke.
Coke also has no love, because the pull ring won't let him go out to find love.
In this way, there is no love in the can, because coke doesn't want to stay.
The three guys were so silent for a long time. Because the pull ring loves cans, it lives firmly on the top of cans and doesn't open the door willfully, and because it is the only place where you can lean on cans.
So this bottle of coke has never been opened.
Coke doesn't love this dark, quiet and cold place, and its forward heart can't be dispelled. Every day, it is running around looking for the breakthrough of cans, waiting for an opportunity to sneak out to see the world.
None of these three guys are happy, and none can fulfill their love. Because they don't love each other.
Suddenly one day, the tab reluctantly opened. He gave up, never kept the canned food like that again, and decided to make his love for canned food complete, and never waited endlessly. Even in the face of sacrifice, even if you never see cans again, don't be so unhappy again.
Coke rushed out happily for the first time, and the dazzling white light came at it. Suddenly I lost my mind, such a bright environment, such a lively environment, and before I could be happy, I was poured into my soft tongue. My esophagus was dark, but everything was so fresh.
Coke was slowly poured out of the cans, and a lot of bitterness surged up until it was hollowed out. Suddenly, they felt suddenly enlightened. It turned out that the club was so relaxed.
Looking at the hole in my heart, Chan inadvertently remembered the tab, the tab that accompanied me in obscurity, and the irreparable scar I left in my heart when I left. When I think of coke, I can't remember what it looks like. I only remember the pain so many times, but I don't remember how much it hurts.
Just as the cans were immersed in the memory of the pull ring, a sharp metal crash was accompanied by pain. When he recovered from the pain, great happiness hung over the can, because when he opened his eyes, he saw a smile he hadn't seen for a long time. No more questions, no more doubts, they embrace each other tightly (being run over and multiplied by a worker's owner or machine), cherish each other and never part. Since then, cans and tabs have lived happily and noisily together.