I suddenly found that life is very helpless a lot of times, birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can escape, the same as what I wrote in my book.

All red dust is evil, and all living beings are suffering.

There were people who were talking and laughing the day before, and suddenly they were gone. However, the 95-year-old man, in the words of the older generation, is a happy mourning, except for the indescribable depression, in fact, there is really not much sadness.

I hesitated for a long time, and I didn't know whether to vent my emotions here and talk about such private matters that have nothing to do with people. I still couldn't help but find a free time to come up and spit out a few words, and I wanted to give everyone an explanation.

There's no change today.,I'm sorry.,I really didn't expect to ask for leave so soon.。

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