One is the pain of me right now. The process of recognizing external objects is hindered, various contradictions arise from within, and the resistance to knowledge and meaning is increasing day by day;
The other is my childhood me who has always been alive. Squatting in the yard, watching the wood chips, mud, water in the potholes, the white air coming out of the snow, the multicolored oil slicks on the water, and the slippery feeling on the bottom of the feet when stepping on the moss, I don’t know the cold and beautiful existence of nature.
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