The sky is empty, giving us infinite imagination, the earth is the giver, and the heart is black.

My mother scolded me like this: Your conscience is eaten by a dog, and I don’t know how to be filial. My grandparents raise you so much that you don’t go back during the Chinese New Year. I didn’t give me a penny for so long, and I even got money from me.

I was powerless to refute it. At that time, I thought: Am I wrong? From the moment I was born, I was an independent individual. I had thoughts and the right to choose to pursue dreams, love and freedom.

Today, I encountered something sad. What is the relationship between the factory owner and the employee?

The boss treats us as a money-making machine and always squeezes us. Employees are the boss’ parents of food and clothing. Why can the boss be so shameless and unscrupulous?

At this moment, I understood my mother's helplessness at that time, just like we know the atrocities of the factory boss, but we still have to work for them.

Everything has a reason, life is not easy, cherish it all, I don’t want to say whose fault is it. There is no right or wrong in the world, but the perspectives are just different.

Every morning I buy breakfast, and after eating, I will throw the disposable lunch box on the side of the road, then smoke a cigarette, and throw the cigarette butt on the ground at will.

This is a habit, a pleasure, and it will become addictive.

Everyone around you does this, and what about the kindergarten kids?

The sky is empty, and the human heart is dark.

2018.4.6, it was exactly 10 o'clock in the evening, and it was cold and windy.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!