"The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital."

I don’t know why, but when I checked the text for the last time, I thought of this poem.

There are three kinds of distance in this world: physical distance, inner distance, and soul distance.

Talk about friendship.

Although it can't be said to last forever, it is at least so far good.

(The sentence "All the heroes in the world have come to me" comes to mind inexplicably.)

Materiality and spirit are really two completely different existences (of course, there are also intersections).

Does jumping out mean defeat? Otherwise (ran: like this).

These words are not for myself. In my heart, I really don’t want to sign a contract.

(In other words, this is also for the me who "signed the contract but didn't succeed".)

In fact, many times, things are destined or arranged.

When you see a shooting star, you should make a wish for yourself and be amazed by her beauty (think of "time is frightening to the eyes, and saving things is leisure") instead of falling into deep sadness.

After all, looking back from the distant future, everything will disappear and stars will just live longer.

we're all lost stars, tryinglightthe dark.

Therefore, I may still feel that everything in this world is trivial, including life and death.

The song "Little" comes to mind.

"Memory is like a storyteller"...

When you talk eloquently, some people are intoxicated (think of "Ventriloquism"). Even if there are only a few people in the audience, even if it is just a moment of joy (is this moment used wrong, is it a moment or an instant)?

, there is nothing to regret.

dance, like nobodywatching.

How boring would it be if you would succeed if you worked hard.

Repeated defeats and battles are also the preserve of the strong.

For example, the invention of the light bulb.

A recent hot search said that LEDs permanently damage vision, but I haven’t clicked on it yet.

The progress of the world always replaces or negates the achievements of the past. Sometimes this is a sad process. I think of a short film, agesail. Another example is tofu mixed with green onions. If you say it is unhealthy, the older generation will never believe it.

Thoughts are so magical, and once they become deeply ingrained, it is easy to lose the ability to think.

Obscurity is the most common state.

So, I can still fight...(Help me up hahaha)

I just thought of something.

As long as there is a pair of sincere eyes to cry with me, life is worth suffering for me.

Romain Rolland "The Joyful Soul"

I almost made a big mistake when quoting it. Because the last time I read this sentence, the Internet said it was said by a Chinese person.

(To be honest, my head is going to explode when I know that many classic old songs in the Chinese music scene are covers of Japanese songs in recent years. Um, I saw the news a few days ago that someone in India had his head exploded. It turned out to be true.

of.)

This reminds me of the sentence on the cover of Hu Qian's book "The Great Crack": There are cracks in everything, and that's where the light comes in.

I felt something was wrong at the time. I didn’t think he was the one who said it. There was no source indicated on it.

Finally I found it, it was from a song "anthem" (I thought it was an English book at the time, but I couldn't find it no matter how hard I searched).

therea crackeverything, that's how the light gets in.

By the way, let me quote a few words from Romain Rolland.

It is healthy for the young to leave a little feather among the thorns.

In the long run, the pessimist may be right, but the optimist will have a happier life on the road. (Does this sentence imply that in the long run, everyone is destined to die and is a loser, no matter how much they have?

All wealth will definitely be lost. Even this physical body will be returned to the earth just like it is rented. Nothing truly belongs to you, "I will always regret that this body is not mine").

We must pass through the level of the motherland, and then go up to the next level to reach the height of mankind (this sentence reminds me of the...global citizen mentioned in TED).

Kindness is not a kind of knowledge, but a kind of behavior.

When you know that you are not the only one suffering in the world, you will reduce your pain and ignite hope in despair. - Romain Rolland, "John Christophe"

The last one is quite relevant to the current situation, the "difficulty of online writing". Everyone is suffering, and maybe you will feel that it is not so uncomfortable. But in fact, it is not that everyone shares the pain, but that each person has a share.

(Don’t grab it, everyone has a share).

Share a website, sentence fans.

(The following is yesterday’s diary, oh no, the day before yesterday)

Recently, the weather said the highest temperature has reached 33 degrees.

I really feel nothing.

Maybe your body is feeling hot, but your heart and mind are still in spring.

only..

You may need to prepare a mat.

Eat some more refreshing dishes...

It’s not okay if your body can’t bear it (/trouble).

I also thought of the second male lead in "Brotherhood" saying, wish it's always summer.

The song "Onbalcony" by flunk comes to mind.

I just saw that the clicks on all the online articles seemed to be minus one. I tried to post this, but no matter how I posted it, it was blocked.

I just feel so boring.

Cover your mouth to prevent others from talking...

Hey, I can't even walk when I'm taking a walk. I'm as sleepy as a dog.

dog.

Ah, I thought of a great pen name.

Ichimaru Gin's cat. How about this.

This cat is not a cat, but refers to Rangiku Matsumoto.

As for why it is Rangiku Matsumoto, I don’t know, I just have this feeling.

Speaking of cats, there is a real black cat in "Bleach": Yoruichi Shihoin.

Rangiku's Zanpakutō is indeed called Haineko...

Note: I didn’t want to say it here because I said it without changing my name, which would be so embarrassing.

The words came true. When I returned home and applied, I found that, as expected, this name could not be registered. However, I could not find the user with this author's name. I was really drunk.

As for the username, it says to change it every 90 days.

90 days later...am I still here?

While walking, I felt someone approaching me very quickly from behind.

It sounds like a girl.

So I started running too.

As for why.

Well, I don’t want to meet anyone I know.

(Inexplicably, it reminds me of the flower monk in Swordsman. I am not like that either.)

(the next day)

After losing one, all the posts in the book circle disappeared.

I have such a bad temper. Why do I feel like I have suddenly returned to the old society?

A hall of words, a prison of words.

The wind roared and the cranes roared, and the grass and trees were all in war.

A movie comes to mind, "The Wind".

I checked other people's posts and found the same situation. It seems that Brother Xiaohu only has four of the more than 700 stickers left.

Unable to complain.

nobody said anything.
To be continued...