When life is like a mustard

It may be Zola's secret help, or the girl's tender face in the shadows, the deep eyelids and the moles on her cheeks, maybe it's stale water plants, maybe it's a life thrown away like floating grass. On the banks of the Rouyu River, the morning dew, the muddy water on the initial marriage bed was dragged all the way to the white sheets in her attic, and the two men also descended into the water one after another, the grass that had been entangled in her life. Sitting on a nemesis-like mother, the tears of two lovers mixed with resentment, kiss you from neck to thigh, the most intimate intimacy during an affair, the situation has become an unbearable pain of censure, she rubs her skirt tightly, It is to resist the fear of one's own deep desires. Only by going to hell can human nature be unrestrained and unfettered.