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Analyzed several passages of Confucius's words and told some stories about Confucius's lifetime.

This is a beautiful and illusory story, full of human desire and love. This is ultimately a fruitless journey, but at least we all worked hard for it. Except that I cannot give you my body, I am willing to dedicate everything else to you. Only pain is real, everything else is self-deception. It would be great if we could become friends. Hold your hand and live together forever. Yesterday is yesterday, today is today, yesterday's me is yesterday's me, today's me is today's me, do you understand? Who allowed you to die like this? Asshole! At least if you want to die, wait until I come back!