"Without a guide, there is no way to find where you are going, for in this city of the dead, just as in the city of the living, it has its own streets."
Although I don't often read extracurricular books, I love this passage written by Xiao Dumas, but I am not very satisfied with the meaning of this passage.
I think the world of the living is more complicated than the world of the dead. Maybe he is right. The things I have come into contact with and the experiences I have are not rich enough.
It is possible to walk in the world of the dead without a guide, but in the world of the living there are signboards, and even I would feel dizzy walking there.
The roads looked like shiny silk spewing from the tail of a spider, so I often got lost.
Even though my two legs are intact, I don't know where to go. If I had a body as strong as a millipede, perhaps conquering the world wouldn't be a problem.
I feel that it is difficult for me to stop. Maybe I am just a pendulum. When I wake up, I suddenly realize that my heart is the end point. There is no need to wander around or run around and be tired.
I love to think too much, and maybe my spiritual world has been displaced long ago, but my throat is not hoarse, I have not become mute, I can still shout, and I still want to sing loudly for the young people, so that this sonorous and powerful voice can echo in the world.
I stood on a dark and barren land under dark clouds. My shadow was swaying this way and that, and the cold wind was whistling by.
I found it hard to breathe and was confused by an inexplicable anxiety.
The stars are falling and the atmosphere is eerie.
I always dream about this scene. I don't know what it portends, but I don't care so much. If the damn fantasy wants to scare me to death, then just go ahead.
Concept: A young man is looking for himself