How could the world be so sad

Met two migrant workers who come. Running in rainy days, looking for a place to avoid the rain. When passing by them, my umbrella accidentally came across one of the migrant workers with red jacket and trousers, and I had to say sorry for the good future. But he immediately smiled and said sorry to me. I was shocked at that time. Obviously I accidentally met him, but the role changed. Instead, he apologized first. I thought a lot on the way home after buying the dishes. If I just accidentally met a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, he would never point at you and ask you to apologize loudly, mean, and might accuse you of ruining his valuable clothes, you must compensate. This is the difference. Looking at the world clearly, I just feel it is extremely ugly and endless sorrow. Is this the world we live in? Why do I feel it so strange more and more. What led the world to corruption? I became more and more confused and confused. Why do more and more people begin to face others with heavy masks? Aren’t they tired? Man’s nature is good. What causes the present urbanites to lose innocence? Grow up, mature, but happy? Where have you been? Why can’t you be yourself openly? Do what you want, do what you want. Why do you have to live after watching people’s faces. Life is given by parents, and life is created by oneself. Why can’t people live for themselves once in such a short life? Contentment and happiness, money, fame and fortune are just passing by. What we should do more is to cherish what we have now, shouldn’t we?

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