Red and black

Unpack the world's box - want to see what it looks like inside.

I want to know how much black smoke is hidden behind the red ornate.

Is it a stain in the skull? Is it melamine in milk powder? Or is it lean meat in meat?

Imagine, in the world of these people, are they walking on the street, rushing for money, for the sake of money, a gust of wind slamming the banknotes of the sky, directly covering their eyes?

Names and interests directly eroded their hearts - until they festered until they could not be repaired.

At most, there is still a red package left. Who are you going to lie to?

For the heart of money, there are, but the heart is black and red, what is it?

Is money our master? Is it a little dancing in front of our eyes, we succumbed? Does it cover our eyes and direct us to go?

But it does not have this right.

Our master is our own heart. Only the heart tells us what to do, we will do that. However, if the heart is broken, if it is stinky, then it is just a smash.

We want to live outside the wrapper - because there is no light inside, we can't see it clearly, and they can't see it clearly. We need a large piece of light to illuminate the whole world, let it pass through every corner - even if it is blindfolded by the banknotes, we can still see the people and the road ahead.

The banknote is a maze, it wants us to get lost, and naturally becomes its slave. Some people ridiculously spend a lifetime of time in it, and it is just a monkey show.

Why are you playing with it like this? Do you have to wait until you enter the cell to hate yourself being played? But what responsibility does it hold? Its play is enough. As for your story to be continued, it is probably not interested to know.

We are human beings - people with red hearts.

We are not machines - do we pay for it?

However, even if it is a machine, it has a bottom line – can you buy mineral water for a dime?

As a person, nature also has a bottom line - for that little money, will it break the law?

Heart, red from the outside to the inside - it is not a rotten apple.

Rotten apples, no one dares to eat; black hearts, no one dares to touch.

Who wants to live in their own small room? Is a person laughing with a bunch of money? Still talking to money all day long?

After all, in the end, there is only one coffin left – with the heart, slowly decaying.

Third day: Chen Jialin