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Use love as a needle to make up for the yearning for life

Light in the cold night，When MRS.ZENG was preparing for the college exam, anxiety and nervousness tortured her every day. What happened on a rainy night completely redeemed her. The weak figure curled up on the street corner never thought that this trembling little life would become the beacon of her life. It pushed open the closed door of her heart with its wet black nose, warming hope for the future with its furry body heat.

The fading temperature of the palm

Eight years later, in the early morning that she can’t forget all her life, she sat on her knees in the corridor of the pet hospital and watched the curve of the monitor flatten. The cold body in her arms took half of her heart away. She looked at the empty collar helplessly, only helplessness and constant tears in her eyes. When I got home, there was no more familiar figure running to her. She tried to call its name. The empty room was like her heart. Oh my God! It literally left!

A memory bank that never demagnetizes

When the light of life fades from the world, what do we use to fight against missing? MRS.ZENG traveled all over China to look for Craftsman, and witnessed the birth of miracles in the studio: the craftsman held the yellowed photos at his fingertips, and always held his breath when he poked the wool felt into the photo frame-the wool felt replicated life, and the photo frame left a body temperature of 38.5 ℃, which was the body temperature of the pet curled up in his arms in memory. Holding the pet photos treasured by the owner, the painter is determined to inject the owner’s affection into the acrylic board between the brushes and smudge the stars in the cat’s eyes; The sculptor devoutly used the brush to restore the unique hair level of his lover on the model, and even the curvature of his tail was exactly the same as that of the old photos.

The watchman of Rainbow Bridge

At the scene of marble inscription carving, the laser is turning the owner’s handwritten “Good Night Baby” into an eternal seal. MRS. ZENG stroked the newly completed statue and said, “You see, as long as your hands are still transmitting the temperature, you haven’t left.