Thinking of those vicious comments, my heart is like a broken crock, which can't be made up. There seems to be a bunch of black flames in my heart, along the atrium, with a burning sting.
Two blocks away, another group of people are watching. Hey, is the world so restless? I slowed down and pretended not to hear these voices. The autumn wind is coming. I wrapped my coat, and the autumn wind brought a voice: "Ralph, are you so timid?" ? Go your own way, why care about these innocuous malice? "I have a spark of hope in my heart.
I can't help speeding up my steps.
I'm not an apple polisher in a military coat, but it's not like this! This is my duty. I was just doing my job. Right or wrong, personal extremism is just a one-sided word, and everything will be proved by time.
Khryukin's finger was bitten by a dog. My conscience tells me that he is an injured person and the dog belongs to the general. My interest tells me that dogs deserve to be forgiven. I'd like to say that the owner of this dog will be punished, but I dare not. I know it's snobbish, but I have no choice. My wife and children live on my meager salary! So I chose interest, which is not only my personal interest, but also the interest of a family.
I don't flatter, flatter or please, but it's not like this! I'm just forced to make a living. I admit, I can't do what Mencius, an ancient philosopher in China, said, "I don't suffer for life and death." But how many people don't fill their stomachs first, and then talk about benevolence and morality? There are not so many petty festivals in clan society, are there?
Actually, this is not the case, but how many people understand my difficulties? I walked around and left the square, with a group of people laughing at the back. Autumn wind is everywhere, with a steel needle that hurts people, stabbing the softest chest.
I can't help but panic.
Autumn wind blows, and the calendar blows off page after page. I was speechless, wrapped my coat tightly and braved the light rain to cross the street. ...
Postscript: The protagonist is Ralph in The Chameleon. This poor image has been ridiculed for a long time. Everything happens for a reason, and so does he. This paper is not defending Ralph, but trying to explore the social roots of this phenomenon.