I wept in the deep dry well, and there was a lot of quarrel outside, and no one cared about me.

It was frighteningly dark, and I couldn't see my fingers, and I was a little scared, but I was even more afraid to go out, not wanting to get involved in that terrible argument. Endless blame, resentment, anger and disgust on both sides. I covered my ears, but the sound came in through the cracks. I heard those absurd words, as if the characters were rehearsing in my mind, extremely real, even a look and a movement were extremely clear.

The sound came into my ears, and my heart seemed to be broken, shattered.

I curled up and hugged myself. As if there was no longer any fear.

The world is too tired to have a chance to relax; The world is so noisy that everyone is fighting to complain; This world is too sad, everyone is the most tired one, we are all our own center, we have always only cared for ourselves, which seems to be understandable.

But I just want to sit down and rest for a while, look at the moonlight, and sing a little song.

I looked up from the dry well and saw no stars, let alone a moon. I buried my head and couldn't stop shaking. It's raining, the rain is wetting my clothes, my face is damp, I stretch out my hand to catch the cold rain, but it runs through my fingers, I can't stop it, so let it go.

Bang la, bla la, blah......

It rained almost all night.

Later, the rain slowly subsided. At this time, there was a gust of wind, and it was bitterly cold.

I was wearing very little clothes, and they were wet from the rain.

I groped in the darkness of the night, little by little, slowly reaching forward, something punctured my hand, I trembled, hesitated, or resisted the pain and continued to search carefully, but still did not touch anything that could block the wind.

I tried so hard for a long time that I almost touched the well.

After a moment of silence.

I gave up.

There is nothing in this well to keep the cold away for me.

I caught the wind and pouted my hands.

I thought: that's not the way to go.

So I tried my best to climb up the dark well, and I tried with all my might, but it was too difficult, and the quarrel continued outside, and I became even more irritable, and I pouted and sat down, sweating profusely. I don't know if I'm tired or angry.

Suddenly, a golden light shone down, and the whole world suddenly became much brighter.

Squinting my eyes, I suddenly saw clearly.

I climbed out of the well.

Taking a deep breath seems to be a lot more relieving.

Fingers touched something soft. I looked down.

At the mouth of the well, a green grass stands upright.

The sun is shining just right.

At the bottom is the bottom of the well, which is invisible. and the endless quarrels on the side.