The autumn cicadas chirped sadly, the heat wave meandered and the wind blew; wisps of drunkenness fell into dreams, and there was a bit of coolness in the misty rain. King Aogu walked slowly in the night, dragging a crystal ball with five-color flower petals in his hand.
A little bit of fluorescence.
The clockwork of memory clicks, and the little fragments with playmates there become more and more clear. What is visible are lines of familiar handwriting, and the letter paper with the fragrance of orchids seems like the past, but the cold and angry words have nothing to do with it.
Warmth, with a lot of determined hatred, vents the jealousy that has been accumulated for many years.
"I hate you, obviously we are the closest friends, obviously you are so kind, obviously you know too many of my miserable past, but you still help me keep secrets, obviously you have been encouraging me to realize my ideal, but I just
hate you......"
"I hate you for taking the lead in living the life I dreamed of, I hate you for being so calm, and I hate you for being so disdainful to me at the beginning, but now you have a bright future..."
"I hate my own cowardice, my bad luck, and my physical and mental exhaustion before I can succeed. Now, I will give you all my hatred for myself and use it all to hate you. Only in this way can I be able to survive my death.
I took revenge on you before and made you go to hell with deep regret..."
Ten minutes later, the palace hall fell into darkness, and the figure of King Ogu stood silently by the window. The night wind carried the smell of rain for many days, and the dying summer insects were squandering their food.
The last effort.
The cold silver glow had already covered the ground, and as she raised her arm, the letter gradually disappeared into the moonlight.
No one will care about how much effort he has put in, whether he is tired or not, or whether the fall hurts. The world will only pay attention to where he ends up, and then envy, envy, and resent him.
The more people are afraid of being embarrassed, the more they will care about other people's opinions. The more they care about other people's opinions, the more they will ignore their own feelings.
The more we ignore our own feelings, the more we will be like a puppet, trying our best to live for others, and finally imprisoning our true self in deep darkness step by step. Losing ourselves is the root of our inability to feel joy and happiness.
, is also the cause of all psychological problems.
The changes of the times have created a large number of wealthy people, and all kinds of "showing off" and "dazzling" are full of our living circles. But we can only sit in the audience, enjoying the various dramas where others sing and I appear on the stage.
Feeling jealous.
I wish I could live that kind of life and buy what I want as I please. For example, so and so has bought a new house, so and so has bought a new carriage, so and so has gone on a trip, etc.
At the same time, he comforted himself by saying, "Those guys who appear to be prosperous on the outside must have suffered more behind the scenes." Although thinking this way will make you feel much better, it is an act of cowardice.
Spending money is like a torrent washing away sand, and making money is like a fine needle picking up soil. This is an old saying and a truth engraved in everyone's subconscious since ancient times. Therefore, whenever we encounter a problem that needs to be solved with money, we often tell
It's not that easy to make money on your own.
Only a mute would be jealous of a talkative person. If an ugly person insists on being praised for his beauty, and a lame person insists on appearing strong, then these misfortunes that originally aroused sympathy will only become dumbfounding.
In addition, the world has never been short of gloating people, and the more miserable, bleak, and unbearable a life is, the better it can survive in the mouths of others, and it can even gain sympathy and pity, allowing some people to prove that they are sentient beings.
A good and righteous man.
Gustave Le Pen once said in "The Crowd": Once a person joins a group, his or her IQ will be seriously reduced. In order to gain recognition, individuals are willing to abandon right and wrong and use their IQ to exchange for a sense of belonging that makes people feel safe.
Feeling. Therefore, more and more people have become insensitive, like cans on the assembly line, the only difference is the expiration date.
There is a kind of strength that is not bound by the world, not flinched by insults, not drowned in saliva, and not scared away by rumors. Most people usually only know how to follow traditions and become gentle and cautious people.
We deliberately pursue the recognition of this world and strive to become a member of the mob. Perhaps this is a kind of harm to ourselves.
There used to be a saying in the ancient magic era: In addition to the immediate hardships in life, there is also poetry and distance. So many people want to prove their high-quality life and themselves through traveling, tasting red wine, drinking coffee, and reading.
Understand what poetry and distance are. It seems that life without poetry and distance is a waste.
But this is not a kind of cowardice. While we are proud of our own cowardice, we also mock those who are braver than ourselves.
Jealousy has a radiating range, just as we may be jealous of the king next door, but it is unlikely that we will be jealous of any monarch.
Because the old king next door is in the same social class as us, and those unreachable monarchs are far beyond the heights we can reach and beyond the scope of jealousy. Just like a beggar may not necessarily be jealous of millions
A rich man, but very likely to be jealous of a beggar with a higher income.
We always hope that others can live a good life, but we must live a worse life than ourselves. Otherwise, the expensive jewelry purchased by others with their hard-earned wages will be said to be the result of support; or if they get full marks in the exam, they will also
It will be labeled as cheating. It seems that others will survive only if they live like us, or are not as strong as us.
In "Othello" created by the bard Shakespeare: Othello, who came from a humble background, fell in love with Desdemona, the daughter of a noble senator. The two overcame many obstacles and got married in secret without telling their parents. However, Othello has a man
The insidious flag officer Iago wants to get rid of Othello.
He first reported it to the senator, but unexpectedly it led to the marriage of the two. He also instigated the relationship between Othello and Desdemona, saying that the relationship between Cassio and Desdemona was unusual, and he faked it.
The so-called love token.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Othello believed it and strangled his wife to death in anger. But when he learned the truth, he drew his sword and killed himself in regret, and finally fell to Desdemon.
Beside Na.
It is better to retreat and build a net than to fish in the abyss; it is better to draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron to stop the boiling water. Those people with bad moral character that we curse are actually just directly or indirectly harming our interests, or doing what we want to do.
Things that you dare not do. Most people will think that their own way of life is normal. This is human nature.
Each of us is like a frog at the bottom of a well, living safely in our own field and only seeing a patch of heaven and earth in front of us, but we still cannot learn to shut up, we can only croak and talk nonsense.
Birds who wish to fly, fly bravely and embrace the blue sky and white clouds. Don't expect to be recognized by frogs, because frogs will only look forward to the geese landing on the sand, and then sigh: Look, it's too unsafe.
However, in real life, most of us are like frogs at the bottom of a well. We are content with life, content with the status quo, put ourselves in a safe position, and then watch the birds flying overhead, carefully avoiding them and not letting them
Bird droppings fall from the sky.
That night, the Warrens' cavalry captured the city of August. Grand Duke Tycho completely ignored the feelings of all parties and started the war again. The skull and crossbones flag waved in the wind, and 70,000 cavalry crossed the boiling swamp and set foot on the Miracle Plains.
"I just hope that this can be recognized by King Augu, and from now on, the Principality of Warrens will no longer be bound by those red tapes."
"Otherwise, even if you offend Flowing Light City in the Land of Shadows, the city that will perish first will definitely be King Aogu. Perhaps dying together is the unwise choice, or maybe you still have a lot of passion and plan to set foot on the battlefield yourself.
"
Tycho looked at the Iron Throne and said softly. However, he never had the idea of touching the Iron Throne, and seemed to enjoy the dejected look of King Ogu at the moment.
In the end, the Royal City signed a contract with the Principality of Warrens. The Principality of Warrens will no longer serve King August, but it will no longer invade the Royal City. The Royal City will no longer bind the Principality of Warrens, and the Principality of Warrens will no longer
Become an existence independent of the nine principalities.
However, this brought King Augu's prestige to a freezing point. Even some members of the noble class left and chose a more stable place to continue living.