The thoughts of a young man are green and beautiful. When I recall them occasionally, I still have a throbbing feeling about that memory. Are you willing to choose reality and live your life in peace and contentment, or are you willing to compete with this world? Would you rather be rational and calm and think about the future, or would you rather be free and unrestrained and not worry about tomorrow? Pieces of memories are woven into the vicissitudes of the human world through the ages. World? Or maybe it's just Zhuang Zhou dreaming about a butterfly. When you wake up from the dream, it's just a handful of loess, or it's the pain in your heart. Every past event is accidental, or it is performed under the circumstances. If there is no dynamism, how can there be the vicissitudes of the ages? If there are no regrets in this life, how can there be the fruits of eternity. I use the suffering in this life to look back at it in the next life. I have unspoken regrets in this life and hope to keep watch for the rest of my life. The reincarnation of heaven is a good opportunity to make amends for regrets, or a sharp sword for revenge. If anyone hurts you, I will never forgive you!
Intention: The vicissitudes of the world, eternal youth