A poem about tolerance: tolerance

Made of stone.

Midnight in sultry summer

Flow or roll

Yi ran de Shi tou

It's even harder when it's difficult.

Soft is softer.

Stone accumulation

The game of cat and mouse

Climb into the child's eyes

Still a pile of boulders.

From the center of the boulder

Open a door

Toward heaven

Cross the noisy street

Tell it in detail in a book

In the book Love and Death,

This stone looks like a goldfish.

Wandering around doing nothing.

There is a problem in the center.

Like a leaf

The context is getting clearer and clearer.

Until you sweat

Walk alone through an empty field

You looked at the time.

It's exactly seven twenty

You saw it.

This problem

A very bright face.

From the edge of the boulder

People's tolerance gradually dispersed.

Too much tolerance is gathered in court.

Desperate for overflow

Submerged, dissolved

Until the court sank

It is easy for you to sit down

Have a cup of tea

On the one hand, it lights up normally.

A watch on your wrist

We are tired of steam.

So we stayed in the water and struggled.

We are afraid of water.

So we stayed in the ice and shivered.

Things couldn't be clearer.

Wisdom is everywhere.

People are just appearances.

Where is the finger of power?

There you are.

Explain what you are.

What are you?