Chen Xiao is a very strange person. She can say anything and be afraid. She is afraid that someone will say good night and that no one will not say good night to me. She is afraid that every bump will be seen, and that no one will see it. She is afraid that her dreams will be laughed at and that she doesn't even have the courage to say them. There are three thousand kinds of love in the world, but I have never heard that there is one kind of love that can be repeated. There are only three kinds of hate in the world, but none of them can be avoided. Buddha said to be persistent, but she didn't even have persistence. A person like her who doesn't even insist on it is not qualified to talk nonsense. She is afraid of everything, but what? She kept everything but nothing. She likes everything, but nothing likes her. She gave all her love to everyone equally, but got nothing. She is amazing because she has nothing. I long for love and look forward to the future. I used to get by, but everyone knows that the roads in the world are muddy, and who can care about others. It's been eighteen years, from birth to tears. Chen Xiao cried in this imperfect world for eighteen years.