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Even in the bustling crowd, our nerves can still identify his presence like radar, we will still wrinkle our noses to smell his scent like a conditioned reflex, and our eyes can trace his figure through the crowd, because our soul is no longer here, but has been put into his chest.
We cannot escape death; in fact, we face it every day.
But we are not completely powerless when it comes to death, nor are we without options.
We cannot choose whether we will die or not, but we can choose how we view death.
Perhaps death itself contains such a gentle and beautiful meaning given by nature that is not easy to detect.
——This "boulder" that has consumed you all your life and is difficult to get rid of, I am afraid that only death can make you completely let go; only when you reach the end of this worrying life path can you have the opportunity to sink into a permanent dreamless sleep without worries and peace of mind, and enjoy complete tranquility.
——Chen Guo's "Good Loneliness"