In the fragmentation time of the work gap, my favorite thing to do is to look at the messages in the background of each platform. Everyone's support and encouragement is a chicken soup that I will never drink, and when everyone is sad and confused, the message platform can also become a tree hole that mothers talk about. I don’t want to take a message from my child, my mother-in-law and my husband’s message. I also have a lot of words to tell you. It is a personal experience, I hope to have a little reference to everyone...

Real or not real? I am on fire. The balls of flame that erupted from the parachutes shot over the barricades, through the snowy air, and landed in the crowd. I was just turning away when one caught me, ran its tongue up the back of my body, and transformed me into something new. A creature as unquenchable as the sun. A fire mutt knows only a single sensation: agony. No sight, no sound, no feeling except the unrelenting burning of flesh. Perhaps there are periods of unconsciousness, but what can it...