Some netizens said: " hides in the dust " tells a sad story, but in a certain despair, we can see the tension of life.
Whoever has a destiny, so does Maizi, it also has its destiny.
I never thought that in this life, I can still have my own home and sleep on my own kang.
is still a donkey made of straw.
What can Maizi say to the sickle? What can the wheat say to the sparrow pecking at it? To the mill, what can the wheat say? Being treated as a seed, what can the wheat say?
has been instructed for most of his life. If you are told to leave, you will not leave. Why are you so cheap?
The feet are long in the ground, and they can't go anywhere. They can't go anywhere unless the wind blows them down, or the donkeys eat them, the sparrows peck them, and the sickles cut them. They can only work next to each other in the ground. Having said that, where can we go when we have long feet? Not firm yet.
does not mention a single word of bitterness in the whole play, but it is bitter. The whole play doesn't mention a word of love, but love goes into the bone marrow. Should we call it art? Or call it life? It doesn't seem right, art can't be so real, and life shouldn't be so desperate!
It is our generation that has made love dirty, but we are complaining that love is dirty.
I knew I was so happy to be married to you, I should smile when taking wedding photos.
No rose can be grown in the desert in the northwest. The imprint of the wheat flower is a deep trace.
When a lonely person feels love, he can't bear loneliness anymore.
People who love are separated from each other, people who don't love are full of lies.
Dust to dust, dust to dust, I was finally sucked up the last drop of blood and disappeared into the dust, looking for that flower to find my own redemption" I have never eaten an egg, the only time I have eaten it was because the pesticide was too bitter.
