有这么一个人,命途多舛,厄运总会时不时地从天而降,如石头般将他砸得疼痛不已。他泪流满面地向天祈求着:“神啊!为什么你不肯庇佑我呢?”他疲惫地向前走着,自怜自伤。偶然回头一望,他呆住了。在雨点般的厄运面前,一个伟岸的神灵默默地替他遮挡着,即使遍体鳞伤,依旧无怨无悔。神灵微笑着拍了拍他的肩膀,笑容平静而温暖,眼 There is such a person, a long way to go, Doom from time to time, always fell, like a stone hit him hit the pain endless. He prayed to tears in tears: “God, why do not you bless me?” He walked exhausted, pitying himself. Occasionally looking back, he stunned. In the raindrops before Doom, a stalwart god silently sheltered him, even over and over again, still no regrets. Gods patted him on the shoulder with a smile, calm and warm smile, eyes