Just give birth to pickles

A qualified article needs to enter the topic faster, either rendering the background, or introducing the protagonist and its conflict plot.

So this is what I'm going to write:

Conflict scenario 9.8: I fell at the average speed of a normal object of [-] meters per second. In mid-air, my body began to disintegrate due to the resistance of the air. First, my body deformed and arched into the shape of a mushroom, and then was instantly crushed by various forces in the air. The molecules shattered and became countless particles or lumps, and finally with a crackling sound, I fell to the ground.

Conflict scenario [-]: I am not dead, staring at the man standing next to me condescendingly, holding an object in his hand that I don't know whether it is an ax or a phone, it is not over yet!I saw with my own eyes that my sister was thrown down by him again. Oops, I moved and moved, and finally caught the crumbs of my sister's body.

The introduction of the conflict plot is over, so now I have to introduce myself, because sorry I am the protagonist.

I once asked my mother what the hell I was, and she told me: "You are a weakly acidic, transparent, colorless liquid. Most of your body is water, and there are also inorganic salts, proteins, and lysed bacteria. Enzyme, immunoglobulin A, complement system, etc. ①, nutritious and delicious, chicken flavor!"

Speaking of this, you know who my mother is, right, she is Du Niang. "Wait, no, Mom, I still don't know what I am."

My mother sighed and said, "Then I won't hide it from you, you are Xingai Zhonggai, oh no, you are tears."

Next is the background rendering, the tone is sad.

I wasn't born for tears, I was swallowed by a fish, had a relationship with bleach, was sentenced to sex in an iron pipe for 23 hours.Although I've been wandering all my life, I've never seen the ocean. ②And I know that due to the law of conservation of mass, I will never disappear, but I am always abandoned all the time. The list of wrongdoers includes fish, clouds, leaves of a flower, yellow soil, and the one who just threw me The person who came down.

I wrestled with fate, after I was released from the iron pipe, I was taken into a kettle, I was tugged at by the steam, I was beaten by limescale, and finally ended up in his stomach, I understand The principle of the survival of the fittest, I don’t want to turn into urine, and finally circulated into his blood. After swimming for a long time, my eyes coincided with his. I became the tear film flowing on the surface of his eyeball, which is the layer on the surface of the eyeball. Water, the layer closest to his eyes but never seen.

In the end, I was thrown away by him.

The above is the beginning of my writing in strict accordance with the composition requirements of the new curriculum standard.Next, the text begins.

I tried my best to transform myself into an umbrella to help my sister block those hooligans who kept streaming down from that person's eyes, how could I let those tears merge with my sister.

This was the first time I saw the whole picture of this person. He squatted down slowly, and I realized that the one in his hand was a landline phone.He wrapped his left hand around his leg without saying a word.

I know who he is calling, at least so far, I only found one person who can make him cry so sad, I want to tell him to leave that bastard alone, I see his bad behavior in your eyes It's so clear, why do you choose to ignore it?But I can't talk, I'm just fucking tearing up, this story is very scientific, okay?

I really don't feel sorry for him, but how many tears he will cause to be displaced. I feel that my companion will no longer fall from the top of my head. I looked up and saw his masseter muscle swelled, his right hand raised, and he pushed the phone to the floor tiles. Hit it hard.Then he turned his gaze to look at me.

Only then did I realize that because I had become a small transparent umbrella, the rest of his tears that fell on it all splashed around and turned into a flower with an unclear outline.He poked at me with his finger and I collapsed into a puddle of water, smashing the outline of the flower.I know he's going to wonder if it's a hallucination, but it's good, at least I see him smiling.

The surrounding temperature is slowly rising, I will eventually return to the air, maybe I will finally see the ocean, in the ocean, I will forget a fish and a person, they have never let me down, I have tried my best .But I will never forget that a part of my body remained on his finger, and I don't know when it will be returned to me.

Before leaving, I took a sip of my own body and heard from my mother that I was salty.

Um?A bit sweet... Could it be that I was Nongfu Spring in my previous life?

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① Data collected from Baidu

②Lyrics from: Yoga Lin "Cruel Moonlight"

This brain hole comes from a momentary imagination. If I were a tear, I could write more than 1000 words with such an idea, which shows how boring the author is!

There are also children who think that there are really writing skills in it, then they are really too young and too sweet... The author himself is a scumbag and can write tutorials? _(:з」∠)_