Seeing the vacant old bus, seeing the rising Lan in the snow-capped mountains, seeing the animals flocking to my eyes, seeing the school city highway and the disappearance of lights, I think of myself, I think of you more, and I think of the past The ideal friend thinks of burning everything, including fire and the body.
Most men spend their entire lives trying to make two women's bellies bigger. One is the mother and the other is the woman you might call your lover. Every time there is a good reason, the time is tight, and the action is pointless. There are only a few people, whether you say he is ambitious, or whether you say he is maverick, he has made himself bigger.
Only a few men let themselves be like giants, standing on the journey of life where the individual and the group intersect, with few twists, firm eyes, standing up in the field that many people ignore, and stepping out the first set of footprints in the snow. There are landscapes, flowers, trees, birds and beasts in front of him, temptation, loss, desire and disappointment. He walked down and disappeared in the eyes of everyone, developing in everyone's impression.
One day, maybe it’s a sunny day like this, this night with a soft evening breeze, you among most men have nothing to do, you can’t think of anything else to do, death and loss are more specific, poetry and ideals are more intimate, you think of that out of sight The man who stays in the realm of the heart, guess whether he is alive or dead, here or where, you finally ask yourself: If I can start over, can I be him?
New souls come from new experiences. Happiness doesn't just come from human relationships. What if Creation allowed you to reshuffle?
You have to measure your own situation, learn from the experience of others, and constantly judge, and then assume that you are living in a no-man’s land, a forest with no roads opens up in front of you, you are looking at the sky and relying on your feelings. Breath forward, you are the only god, the only slave, and not many friends. You lose fat, if your language talent is enough, you are a poet, your voice is strong enough, you are a singer, if you swing hard enough, you are a picture, if you have a camera, you are part of the landscape. The universe is shrunk, and the details are infinitely magnified. One is one, and ten thousand is ten thousand. Questions are also answered.
Either the majority or the minority. Like you, I don't know how far I'm going, how long it will take to walk this way, and I don't know if encountering some things or people will change the itinerary or even the direction. Like you, I am powerless to resist the storm and hugs that come upon me. The minority merges into the majority because of compromise and abandonment; the extraction of the minority from the majority is merely enlightenment. There are no fancy words in things, and reality is not multi-faceted by imagination. Before people become special, they first choose peace. Overcoming thorns and thorns, going forward bravely, and then becoming wind, turning into airflow, turning into a force that lifts hair and mind.
(Ningbo on Sunday, March 23, 2008)
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