What I'm going to write next can't be said to be plagiarism, but it's missing my own discovery. Today I read a short story about a child who was blinded by lime and became blind, but he firmly said that he was not blind and that he could

"Seeing" the whole world, he can accurately climb stairs and avoid obstacles, but he can also accidentally hit a telephone pole, and everyone thinks he is crazy, including his parents.

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Is it "crazy", no, he just slowly got used to listening with his ears, he heard the whole world, he has been painting since then, painting everything he hears, mostly the vast universe, the endless void, the stars, all kinds of colors, attracting people who are confused, shaking their hearts.

After reading the author's description, I have an impulse, I also think, I also want that feeling, to talk to the universe, not to use my eyes, because it is always confused, I want to listen with my ears, to listen to the same world.

I closed my eyes tightly, didn't miss a ray of light, and pricked up my ears to listen carefully, but all I could hear was the snoring of my roommate, the chirping of insects outside the window, and the lingering sound in my ears

The sound of "huh", and the endless darkness. I felt defeated, I lost the ability to hear, it was like losing the whole world, I hated, I envied, I was crazy to pierce my eyes, I think then I could hear the sound of blood, hear the beating of my heart, hear the breath of my nose, hear the red of the blood, hear the paleness of the face, hear the whole world.

I'm going to draw too, I'm going to draw the whole world I'm hearing and see if it's the same as what I've seen before.

It's a pity that after I finished painting, I realized that I could no longer see it, and that my paintings could only be seen by others, and my world could hear them.

I became more and more depressed, I listened to the world day and night, I was crazy, I kept drawing, proving that I could

But I don't have the courage, I can't hold the scissors, because I see it, the sharp point, it will pierce my eyeballs, no, I refuse to be crazy, I'm not blind, I still open my eyes to see the world, can I see clearly?

I asked myself, maybe, but every now and then I close my eyes and listen to the world.

All I hear is voice, I'm helpless, I don't understand those who really lose their eyes, if they can hear anything other than sound, maybe they hear the world more colorful than what I see, I will envy, but not jealous, we are the same world!