A few days ago, I went to the hospital and saw some beautiful ladies wearing makeup, wearing nice clothes, and even wearing high heels. I was amazed and exclaimed, "They look so good."
Being naturally inclined towards beauty, the next day I took out my dusty high heels from the shoe cabinet and proudly wore them while strolling around with my friends.
But the longer I played, the more I felt overwhelmed. According to my friends, my complexion was "like iron buried in a pile of coal for three years." I stumbled and refused to change my shoes, as if I was "physically disabled but determined to fight a fierce tiger"...
After a whole day, dragging my exhausted body back home, I looked at my battered feet and sincerely sighed: How strong must the ladies who walk briskly in high heels be? They can endure such pain. What kind of obstacles in life can they not overcome?