When I was a kid, I was always upset by other people's mistakes. If someone loses something, I will be more nervous than the thief. I am always afraid that others will doubt me, so I try my best to show my innocence and open-mindedness, but the more I do this, the more I feel that there are traces of meaning in other people's eyes. . My heart is like a tight string, I always feel like I'm going to be pierced, but I don't know what it will be. There is an article in the elementary school textbook about a family who lost something. The county magistrate gave everyone a bamboo stick and told them that the person who stole the thing would grow out of the bamboo stick tomorrow. On the second day, everyone's bamboo sticks were good, only one person's stick was an inch shorter. That person was the thief who tossed and turned anxiously. He was afraid that the magic bamboo sticks would actually write on his forehead. The word thief. I always thought, come and give us a handsome bamboo stick, let me prove my innocence. But I couldn't help but wonder, if I was really given a bamboo stick to stay alone for one night, would I be unable to restrain my fear and panic, and would I sneak up like a thief and would not grow longer The bamboo stick is cut short.
What is the truth? Our wills are so fragile, and so are our memories. In "Last Year in Marienbad" man x met woman a, he said to her, we met last year, and you promised me to meet again here this year. He described the details of their togetherness in the woman's ear over and over again. The woman who firmly denied that they had ever met gradually became puzzled, and she began to believe that maybe there was such a story last year.
What is the truth? I read a book some time ago and forgot the name (probably Nick Brown's part on Einham), the book tells a story about the Nazis sending female agents to seduce young men, and the female agents and young men are passionate about the same thing. Embracing, acting as if she were a woman in love, her breathing was short, her skin was reddish and her eyes were shining. But in the process of hugging with the young man, she fell deeply in love with this man, and she completely became a woman in love, sweet and happy, with shortness of breath, reddish skin and sparkling eyes. But she suddenly realized the Nazis peeping at her outside the window, so she woke up from this state, and she began to act like a woman in love. The performance of the show, she once again adjusted her breathing skin and sparkling eyes. Who sees the truth in this matter? The man saw the woman deeply immersed in love, but this was only what the Nazis asked the female spy to perform. The Nazis saw the female spy performing the woman who was deeply immersed in love, but what the Nazis saw was just the female spy again just a performance. How can something seem real and act like it is real and yet be real? Nothing is closer to the truth than the truth, so we try to make the truth sound more like the truth, or in order to confirm the truth, we use things far beyond the real.
How can it be so difficult to discern the truth? So we can't tell the truth about the wife, the robber, or the witch who was brought back to life by the samurai. They are alienated in the truth, and in order to prove that they are the truth, the truth no longer has the character of truth.
The geocentric theory has been replaced by the heliocentric theory. After the discovery of the theory of relativity, universal gravitation is no longer the truth. When viewed horizontally or vertically, the distance is different. And after I've written all this mess, I don't even know what the central idea I'm trying to articulate is.
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