In my capacity as a spectator, it seems a bit hypocritical to others with such a big movement.
Wordless anger.
I want to cry today, there is no reason, and there are many reasons:
those who use the greatest malicious guesses to break the sewage on the injured.
An old man who has a little impression but can't remember.
And the cemetery where the little kids danced boringly.
Eight years. When it was time to leave, I didn't want to leave.
A few days ago, I met a little junior sister on msn. She changed her name. I said I was someone's cousin and asked who she was. She still remembers me. Had a great time chatting with her. She said that I should write a diary when I have time, and said that if I can't speak my heart in front of my friends, I'm not being frank enough. I don't seem to have any logs anymore, I don't know where to write them.
Tears kept flowing.
Why do some people stand tall, see far, and get what they want, but they like to tease the humble little things in their hands, enjoy their dying moans, and watch those who love them cry; Wipe your mouth and float away. The world only thinks that they are the incarnation of justice, and the result is that they are chaotic ministers, thieves, and scoundrels.
Even if they know that the deceased is mostly innocent, there are a lot of people who like to see the beheading, stretch their necks and grow old, while rejoicing that although they are poor and lowly, they are not tied up with a noose, and gain a little unexpected happiness in a bleak life; Only when he is not upright can he have a handle on it, and he appreciates his reason and ability to think about problems from multiple perspectives; while whispering a little innocuous righteous indignation, he is satisfied with his own sense of justice.
Life and death of old and sick, can not ask, resentment will meet, love parting is only in general terms. Everyone's weaknesses are different. The thing that hurts me the most is that the things on the top of my heart are trampled into mud, and then I say to me, say to the world: You are crazy, where did the things you say exist?
Someone once asked me, what would you do if the person you loved the most suddenly disappeared one day? This is actually a psychological test question, and I forgot how I answered it. It is said that people who are in true love do not cry or rush, but are completely at a loss.
I really didn't understand before, some people have some things, if you are not used to him being around, he will always be there.
With a gentle hand from the sky, everything can be treated as if it had never happened, and he was never there.
Years ago, my first reaction was to laugh, then self-deprecating, and that day a year later, I began to be at a loss. Three years later, I cried. Extra long reflex arc.
Will those living creatures who are complacent but can't stand right and left, have a big heart, a chicken belly and a big brain, or can be called a human being and are most worthy of being called a human being, will they be a little kind to the ants because of the mercy in front of their interests? Orson Welles told Joseph Cotten his own lines in the Ferris wheel: The Swedes have three hundred years of brotherhood, but what did they create? Human excellence is built on the blood-stained bones of dead humans after apes hunted animals. This bone allows man to rule over all animals, and his fellow creatures as he ruled over animals. That's why the naked ape wins over animals higher up the food chain. Smart directors, such as Jean Renoir, such as Bresson, know how to put up a shotgun and use the relationship between hunters and animals to metaphorize the relationship between people and people. In this world, there are too few living creatures that can be called human beings. Most of the human beings are animals, and people will not violate the law if they eat them. And human excellence, the Lord of the Rings, which is so brilliant that no one can resist its magic, is built on this human-animal relationship. The Shakespeare plays Welles loves, the inexhaustible Citizen Kane, and the inexhaustible sound of the piano in The Third Man, beauty, wisdom and power, who can be willing to let go? Who doesn't pursue it all his life? I would say it's beautiful, just stop here. It's people dying.
What makes people understand how terrifying the Lord of the Rings is is the magic power that the Lord of the Rings exudes.
Therefore, it is as difficult for a person to leave the Lord of the Rings as it is for the body to leave the soul.
So no matter what happens in the future, I will not regret staying at the school for all these years.
And the thing I regret most is coming to this school.
Thinking of this three years later makes me cry.
Maybe my spiritual home is not so beautiful, the most beautiful is always in the illusory, in words, in memories, in heaven, in Lao Ma's books.
In that sense, I should thank those with shotguns. Why am I not eating the dregs of human blood steamed buns?
On my first day at school, I was lucky enough to nibble on human blood steamed buns, I lived there for five years, and I miss it.
After I left, I never went back.
That year, the girl came to see me, hugged me and cried, saying that she saw the door of our dormitory, but the people who lived there were different.
I pat her, I don't cry. Look at the ceiling, there is a wall.
I will not cry on the cusp of the storm. I will save my tears. When I am safe one day, I will think about the things I have not finished before, maybe just smile, maybe it will be the same as today.
Let’s end with an animal-to-human exhortation:
Those living creatures who think they’re human may, to the eyes higher up in the pyramid, you’re just an animal too.
The other self of truth is nothingness, and the center of power is empty.
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