When you see a large bunch of green grapes, the top one with two ovals looks darker than the others.

"Let's see if the grapes are ripe before you leave." Grandma laughed.

"The grapes have softened at all." I pinched the one underneath, and at least I could pinch it compared to before.

"An?"

"The grapes have softened—"

It won't be pinched every day.

If you don't feel pain, it's better to end it quickly. But I don't think I'm really going to be afraid to stop walking, and all I can think about at that moment is blank. There is no extolling of the preciousness of life. I didn't realize this kind of literary thing, and what really drove my heartbeat faster at that moment was the survival instinct in my bones. But the loss of pain is the loss of touch. I think the sense of touch that comes first is the sense of pain derived from the sense of touch. If you don't have a sense of touch, you won't be able to feel the cylinder while holding a pencil. It's like there's no friction, and the whole person is out of the world. After all, if you can't feel your surroundings, your surroundings won't exist. Even if you see a book that says that water vapor is hotter than hot water, and you don't feel pain, you can't feel it when you test it with your hands, and you can't feel it, so you will have doubts about this. This becomes a "fool" in the eyes of others. Because it is different from other people's cognition, and different from the widely accepted cognition, so people are called "fools". If you are really seen by the world like this, you can be regarded as staying out of the world, and if this is the case, when it ends happily, the shame may be far greater than the survival instinct that drives you to the end, especially if you are touched by the eyes of others and lose your mind.

Someone showed me his feelings about what he wrote freely, and especially instructed me:

"You can have an opinion, but keep it!"

I took a few quick looks, and later said that I didn't want to care about other people's eyes, I just wanted to be myself, but she didn't know why some people cared so much about other people's thoughts, maybe it was the difference, but also respect, but never supported Yunyun. In the end, it was all about criticizing people like me and moving myself. I clicked on the picture before I finished reading it, and replied with an "um" past.

"The other party is typing a message...

"The other party is talking...

"What! I've written so much just one?! She replied in a very angry tone.

Yes? Didn't you say that the opinion was reserved?

I didn't have time to type a few words before she withdrew the previous picture.

"Forget it, it's okay, go to sleep." She replied.

"Hmm."

"Uh-huh! Just know it! ”

"Huh? I'm sorry... ”

"Can you stop saying I'm sorry! You didn't do anything to be sorry for me! ”

"Good, good...

"Forget about sleeping, just act as if you didn't see anything."

"Uh-huh."

I don't care about other people's eyes, I just want to be myself. How do you define yourself? To be yourself is to draw a clear line, to draw an outline for yourself, how to see yourself, through the mirror or through others. Of course, it is through others to understand themselves, different people see different selves, piece together, ah, this is me. Isn't it contradictory to define oneself through the eyes of others, and at the same time say that it doesn't care about the eyes of others? If you really want to be yourself, just be a "fool". Do "fools" care about other people's eyes? I don't know, will a "fool" change himself because of the eyes of others? I don't know, but in the eyes of others, a "fool" will always be a "fool". Looking at it this way, it turns out that in the eyes of others, "fools" are always being themselves.

It's really hot, the moon is finally out, not an ellipse, the moon rarely has the beauty of an ellipse as a mathematical function, many of it is an ugly shape with abrupt sharp corners left by a complete circle being partially cut off by a parabola. The moon is ugly, it is not right to say this, the light of the moon is very serene, and the things that will shine are very beautiful in a flash, but the shape is a little more beautiful, such as the face of the girl with her hair stuck in the sunset, the colorful post-it notes on the side of the podium, and the desert-like Yellow Sea on the high platform, all of which are good shapes. If the moon is in these shapes, I am fascinated by it every day.