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On an unexpected dusk, by the lake in late autumn, the people on the fence beside the bridge stared at the blue waves with soft light, and their faces were filled with the touch of peace. I am still on that familiar corridor, chasing the graceful time with the steps of youth. Beside me, an old man was already intoxicated by this landscape, and that scene was like a painting. If it weren’t for the continuous laughter, I am wouldn’t believe that he was insane. On the way back, I imagined why he was insane? Love? Money? Power? Career? I thought about all the things that could restrict, shackle and tempt people in the secular life, but finally it was still a mist and I couldn’t get any answers. But one thing is certain, he lost all the tired things such as professional titles, housing treatment, official positions, money, honors and so on that secular people have to rush about for, work hard, fight openly and secretly, so what is the point left in his heart? What is left must be unique, simple, eternal and persistent. This kind of thing brought him peace, peace, tranquility and detachment. However, to reach this state must be at the cost of loss. Maybe there is only one kind of pure thing in their hearts. When they were in US, did they think we were sick while they were normal? Are we normal? Whether the deception and disguise of this society are progress or regression. We have been used to saying the black one as the white one and the white one as the Purple One. In the end, the colorful one is a mess. The world moved forward in an orderly way, so that I often suspected that there were huge conspiracies buried deep in it. Everything about us seems to have been booked, and orders and laws are everywhere. Few people dare to break this order, Because once you get into trouble, you will put yourself surrounded by open guns and dark arrows. Even if someone steps forward, the society will never be remoulded by the end of a certain period of time. It will go on as it goes step by step. You can’t really get rid of the fetters and be unconstrained. Therefore, in the real society, if you have the emotion of freedom in your heart, it is no doubt that you pour the water of suffering on your own head. What the world needs seems to be just puppets. Only in this way can you walk through your life peacefully without any harm. If you ask more questions about this world, it will give you a fatal blow. Nietzsche asked too many questions, so he went crazy; Van Gogh also asked too many questions. He cut off his ears personally as a price. While Hemingway and echo simply asked about their lives. Hope is sometimes more painful than despair, just as waiting is more painful than death penalty. The great sorrow and pain of life also come from this soberness. However, it is these people who make me feel that the world can still make people live. Unfortunately, not everyone can complete an independent personality in this soberness. Many people are crushed into deformity or even fragmented by society. Then why not remove those dirty things and make enough space for beauty to make it fragrant in the atrium. Why do you want to make yourself so gloomy and depressed, open your mind, those unhappy, let it flow slowly without trace. There is nothing to be entangled with. What I finally fell in love with is just some unforgettable time, which has nothing to do with pain. Calm the flood of sadness in the heart, let silence precipitate those impurities, and bury them into deep mire from then on. Life is just like this. Believing in beauty is better than dealing with depression and indignation in a false and ugly dead end. Half sober in the world, perhaps this is the best living rule for ordinary people. A few years ago, I couldn’t figure out how Boyi died of hunger with such benevolence and why he was killed with such wisdom. Along the way, the experience of bumping and bumping answered many questions about children who were not worldly at that time. But when I heard those immature laughter again, I suddenly felt a feeling of loss. Those children were full of vigor, and I also had this kind of breath, but because of all kinds, they left me far away. Growing up seemed to be a matter of night. I never abused the plaque of that society again and again, but just smiled over. In a trance, I began to pity myself. The whole youth has been used to review youth, and the whole life has also been used to doubt life. Like (prose editor: yuiran) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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