@Stevecoin 17 December 2022

The sky outside the window is more or less golden. After all, the rising sun is irresistible, and the dazzling light shows off wantonly in the room, so that the cold wind is no longer biting. Opening the window sill, the breeze blows over my forehead, making me meditate: the sky will always be dim; the wind will always disappear. But why do you cover up the boring and boring, but send the first sunshine and the first breeze when you are speechless. Looking at the blue sky and the endless stream of cars, I understand: everyone and everything has their own mission. Only in this way can we prove whether we have the ability to exist alone in this world. I think, isn't this the meaning of the existence of blue sky in this world?