On the way home, I watched the lights slide by, and two words flashed in my mind inexplicably.
Those who can share the poor and the lowly may not necessarily share the rich and the noble, and vice versa.
The movie last night was really worth watching.
In the end, whether it is the queen or the devil, you think that only the oppressed are injured, but at the end you can remember the more tragic price paid by the people at the top of the pyramid. Listening to Cixi a few days ago, I thought that many heroes in history may not have wanted to be heroes from the beginning, but in order to survive in a harsh environment, they had to take a lot of extraordinary measures in the end. Whether they hurt others or not, they are just too smart and self-defense, desperate to save themselves. Not dead, naturally alive.
In the end, it's the system.
Crazy train. run over everything.
Those who trade are only those who pay an even more unimaginable price—the dignitaries in front of others, and those who suffer later—not madness and no Buddhahood. Obsessed with no way out.
Therefore, in the logic of this paradox, the only way to preserve it is to give up on the flamboyance like a girl, and get out of it.
This is not a fun game.
Well, there are still options.
back to reality.
It's so tragic, it's better for everyone to be fine and light.
It is more practical to enjoy each other in the spring breeze than to warm each other in the cold wind.
So, let us respect each other like ice and forget each other in the rivers and lakes.
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