Moths to the fire
The dormitory is in an old-fashioned community, and after some renovation, the environment is actually quite good.
One night, Saturday night to be exact, because this is the most laid-back time of the week, and it is also the most indulgent time, because you don't have to go to work on the weekend.
Alone and weak, lying on a plank bed, enjoying the solitude.
But I didn't want the overhead light to attract a swarm of insects, and flew in from the unclosed window, starting a suicidal chase, the dormitory lights are easy to heat up after being turned on for a long time, and the passport of the lamp has been damaged, but even with the lampshade, I think the group of warriors will still persistently crave light and heat.
Closer and closer, hotter and hotter, light and heat, burning the small body, even the soul felt a burst of heat, but there was no retreat, and finally fell to the ground a group of lifeless bodies, which were cleaned up like garbage.
Ignorant and fearless, and I am ignorant and speechless, I don't know what they are for, maybe something is carved into their bones.
I was alone in the middle of the night, decadently relaxing my body and mind, in the barren land, barefoot, naked, "enjoying" nature.
can't be like them, bravely pursued, even if it was death, they blocked themselves, but they lamented that life was confused in the same place.
"One day at a time" moths to the fire are hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,
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