I bet with my mother, and it was always her who lost, because she knew I had nothing, so she deliberately lost to me, and I was complacent.

If the clouds in the sky turn into spirits, they must be incredibly beautiful.

Colorful is not for the sake of pretty, but for living, warning something, I'm not easy to mess with.

Roll up my trousers, expose my ankles, step into the muddy water, the day's work is about to begin, and I am already waiting for the sun to go down.

The oil on my face made me feel like a garbage dump.

With my rounded nails and no longer able to fasten the seal of the bag, maybe I'll have to wait a little longer before I can eat a delicious meal.

There were food scraps left at the corners of my mouth, and I had just finished my meal, and the wild dogs on the side of the road were very envious.

Clenching my fists, I can feel the rhythm of life, whether I am alive or not.

Quietly leaving somewhere, not worth mentioning.

Nature is that heaven and earth are like this, and they cannot be forced.

The absurd gamble of "One Day at a Time" is being played by hand, please wait a moment,

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