Fuzhou's trip is almost over, today look at the beauty of tea pavilion park. The photo text can be seen as a tribute to the beauty I have experienced. There is beauty in your heart, the world is beautiful, there is love in your heart, the world is full of love, of course there is hate in your heart, the world is a battlefield. The world in your eyes is actually not real, the world in your eyes is actually the world in your heart, not the real world. Like half a bottle of water, you can see the empty half, you can see the half of the bottle you have. You can see the stars in the sky, you can see the mud on the ground. Will my friends panic when I say this? I thought that I always felt that I was not lucky, is these unlucky is my own made? Unfortunately, eight or nine of the irregularities are made by myself, of course, there are direct, and it may be very direct. For example, direct death is like walking without looking at the road, hitting the glass door, and then breaking blood in the head. This death is easy to understand. Indirect death may not be easy to understand. It’s like a brick hanging under a rope, you do it every day to rub the rope, the day after day, the rope finally broke one day, you are broken by the brick, you will be very innocent, I didn’t provoke the brick, why it smashed me, my luck is too bad. Because you only see the bricks, you don't see the rope behind the bricks, and if you don't see those ropes, today's bricks are likely to become tomorrow's shot. Well friends, carefully check the rope in life, do not rub it at will, otherwise you will hear a strange word, friction, devil-like pace, hahaha, haha life.