Hugo
net
This poem uses three simple words to express the knot that has bound people for many years. In fact, life is a net, and no one can live without it. The so-called skynet is long and slow, and everyone is destined to get tired of life. We are like fish without freedom, struggling to die in the net ... but we still can't get rid of it. Maybe we won't get tired of life until we get to Elysium _ Sadly, they dig their own graves! Life could have been very simple. Even the net can be relaxed. It's like a hoop on the Monkey King's head. As long as you look at the spell, you can't stand it. Strangely, it is people themselves who look at the tight hoop. It is not so much that life has tired themselves as that they have tired themselves. As long as you understand with your heart, the web of life can be woven loosely!