In a dark, damp corner, a father and son sat facing each other. The father's eyes were bloodshot, while the son's face was filled with fear. Before them lay a shriveled piece of bread, their last hope. The father's hands trembled unconsciously as he reached for the loaf. The son's eyes widened instantly, his gaze fixed on his father's movements, a deep growl rising from his throat: "Dad, this is for us both!" The father paused, his face a look of agony, but the will to survive ultimately triumphed over familial affection. He grabbed the bread with a fierce grip and roared, "Son, I don't want to die!" The son lunged at him frantically, struggling with his father. Their tears and sweat mingled as desperate cries emanated from their lips. The paternal love and filial piety of the past vanished in this moment, leaving only the most primal instincts, fighting for a glimmer of hope. Elsewhere, a couple faced a similar decision. The wife clutched her child tightly, while the husband glared at them fiercely. "Give me the child's share! I want to live!" the husband roared. The wife burst into tears, "How could you do this? This is our child!" Without a word, the husband reached out to snatch the child, and his wife struggled to resist. The people around them watched in apathy, their own hearts already filled with fear and despair, without the slightest sympathy for others. In this apocalyptic world, the brilliance of humanity is swallowed by darkness. The ties and love of the past become so fragile and vulnerable in the face of life and death. Everyone feels as if they are trapped in a bottomless abyss, struggling desperately but unable to escape.
"I don't want to die. Don't blame me!" This shrill cry, like the final roar of a wounded beast, echoed relentlessly through the ruins, striking every shattered wall and stinging everyone's eardrums. The voice was filled with despair and terror, as if squeezed from the deepest depths of the soul. The speaker's face was contorted, his eyes wide open, nearly popping out of their sockets, bloodshot. He opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs, the veins in his neck bulging like twisting earthworms, seemingly ready to burst at any moment. His voice trembled, weeping, each note trembling in the air, conveying the utter panic within him. "I don't want to die. Don't blame me!" he repeated over and over, his voice growing louder and more shrill. The dust in the ruins fell in a rustling rustle, and the air around him seemed to grow thick with this desperate cry. The voice echoed through the empty ruins, but received no response. Only his own voice kept bouncing back, a merciless mockery. His body trembled violently with the cry, as if it were his last struggle, his final resistance. In the distance, several figures, upon hearing the cry, shuddered slightly before returning to their own worlds. Their eyes were equally empty and despairing, as if numb to such cries. "I don't want to die. Don't blame me!" The voice gradually grew hoarse, finally disappearing into the silence of the ruins like a kite with a broken string. But the endless fear and despair seemed to be frozen forever in this desolate land. On the long and arduous road, Xiao Yi and his companions faced one difficult obstacle after another. Each obstacle was like a precipitous mountain, standing in their way. The pressure continued to surge like a surging tide, trying to swallow them up and plunge them into an abyss of despair. However, Xiao Yi and the others gritted their teeth and held each other's hands tightly, as if that was their only support in the storm. There was always a determined light in their eyes, which was the persistent pursuit of hope. No matter how heavy the external blow was, no matter how confusing the road ahead, they did not waver in the slightest. Every time they fell, they supported each other and stood up again. Every failure turned into their motivation to move forward. Because in their hearts, hope is like a lighthouse that never goes out, illuminating the way forward. Even in the face of wind and rain, even in the face of lightning and thunder, they firmly believe that as long as they hold on to the glimmer of hope in their hearts, they will be able to pass through the darkness and usher in a bright future. That hope is the pillar of their souls and the source of their strength, allowing them to always maintain the courage and determination to move forward in the face of numerous difficulties.
Their gazes shone with unwavering determination, seemingly piercing the thick fog before them. The fierce faith within them burned like a blazing fire, intense and enduring. Amidst the gloom of adversity, their figures, though slightly fatigued, each step was steady and powerful. They knew that the current hardship was only temporary; with perseverance, they would surely break free from these suffocating constraints. They encouraged each other with powerful words: "We cannot give up. As long as we persevere, we will overcome this difficult situation!" Their voices echoed in the silence, resolute and passionate. They viewed every setback as a testament to their growth; every failure as a reason to strive even harder. They understood that the road to success is never smooth sailing; only perseverance can overcome all obstacles. No matter how great the external pressure, no matter how high the mountain of difficulty, their resolve never wavered. They firmly believed that with perseverance, there was no obstacle they could not overcome. In the long, dark nights, they hold this faith, like a shining pearl, illuminating the path forward. Step by step, they march resolutely toward their goal of overcoming difficulties, confident that the dawn will eventually arrive.
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