Chinese people describe suffering, and each one is just like the Wenchang Star descending to earth.

Throughout the whole piece, there isn’t a single character for “suffering,” but the bitterness—like coptis—was almost overflowing the screen.
I went to the bathroom, opened Kuaishou, and come on—make it so I start crying.
People are lowly and their words carry little weight, their abilities are weak—yet they happen to have a bodhisattva-like heart.
Sigh…