Everyone has moments of emptiness.
This is a diary full of whimsical thoughts, suitable for reading when your mind is empty.
I feel lonely most of the time, and I hate most of humanity, and I hate myself as well.
But when I was little, I liked the world, I liked beauty, love, and everything that was bright and flamboyant.
But beauty has standards, happiness has comparisons, and love has measurement. I hate these, but I have been taught and domesticated, and then obeyed, and then accepted, and then I felt that it was quite right.
I read a lot of books when I was a child, but the older I get, the less I read.
When I was a child, books were all books. When I grow up and have experiences, many books I can't bear to read.
But I still have some thoughts, about life and death matters, important national affairs, and what to eat for dinner.
There must be some evidence for people to live, so I want to record these thoughts.
The thoughts of the ancients illuminate our current cultural world and lay the foundation for our Chinese civilization.
But I'm too ordinary, and my thoughts can't seem to illuminate anyone. I just want to be consistent with myself, and I just want to be able to think clearly about my three-thirds of an acre of land.
Be transparent, be happy, be happy even if you are not transparent.
Intention: The head is empty, don't be empty, the four elements are empty, don't be empty, everything is empty, why bother to be empty.