People with good temper but good temper are easy to get angry and be scolded. I want to send a message about what to send.

Humble world of mortals, deep and shallow, floating and heavy. I can't see my footprints, and I can't see how much truth I have encountered. I feel the alienation and indifference of the world, and I also taste the infatuation of the world. Those heartbreaking past events, those innocent years, are like fireworks, but in desperation, they drink all the vicissitudes of life. Those once smiling faces are gentle, but also indifferently precipitated in the silent dust. Many roads, people and things have turned into smoke.