In my memory, there is always a sea of red flowers swaying on the horizon. Later I learned that it is the most gentle and deadly poison in the world. However, I can only learn to drink it drop by drop, poisoning it step by step, and then I understand that some things in the world are difficult to change after they happen. There is always gray mixed between black and white.
In my life, I feel no shame in giving favors to my enemies. The contradictory sense of humiliation, that is, the oppressive contradiction between gratitude and shame, constantly inspires me to want to destroy. But when everything passed, I had no pleasure of destruction, no relief of relief, only the desolation of high places. Then I knew I had no way out except redemption.
Meeting them was an unusual memory in my career. When I was young, I imagined countless times that I could have a vigorous life or an unforgettable love. But now I know that only plainness is the sweetest spring dew and the longest lasting stream in the world.
In the first half of our lives, in our spiritual world, some people are walking on a confused road, and some are already confused. Some people are on the run, and some have nowhere to escape.
For the rest of my life, I would like to live leisurely in Feilengcui Mountain, waiting for you to come back, and listen to your K major on an icy moonlit night.
My new work is a clear article, a change of taste, welcome to click:
I particularly recommend my sister's rebirth and time travel article about Master Jiu: