La qi La Ba, the chin was frozen off. As an old saying goes for hundreds of years, the story of bean bag has been interpreted for hundreds of years. In this season, in order to stick the chin more tightly, the villagers all eat sticky bean bags at this time. Let alone, in cold
I often involuntarily sink into my mind: the burden of life, the detachment of death. In the red tape, people experience more pain than happiness, frustration more than pride. If so, I borrow things to replace, leaving myself only an empty shell, letting my soul walk. Everyday, what is filled in the gap of time?