Life is a heavy hammer.

Hammer after hammer hit me, and I didn't scream out in pain. I always thought I was stronger than most people because I suffered so many beatings.

Just as I was triumphant, the last hammer came and hit me hard. This time, I didn't hold back and was knocked down directly.

I became a pool of mud, a pool of mud that couldn't help the wall.

Only then did I know what life on the ground was.

I remember one day in June when I was a child. I was caught in the rain on the way after school and fainted in the mud with a high fever.

The rain poured into my mouth unscrupulously, so heavy rain fell on my body, cold and painful, and my head was cold. I gradually feel that my body is not so hot, and it seems a little cold.

I shook my dizzy head, got up from the muddy water, stepped on the soft ridge road like cotton, and walked home with one foot deep and one foot shallow in the hail rain.

As soon as I got home, I quickly took off my wet clothes and got into bed. I shook my teeth like chaff in the quilt for a quarter of an hour ... people are lying in bed, but my head seems to be floating in the clouds.

These trivial pains came back in an instant, and those long-forgotten sorrows came back to my dreams.

Because this is the Internet, what can I tell you?

I just want to tell you that life is a heavy hammer.