Mu Long meditated: "The thoughts of the King of Phaseless are mainly in "Wu" and "Lingdu", the main ideas of the Demon Head are in "Breaking" and "True", the main thoughts of the Music Emperor Tianjiaolong are "rhyme", the main thoughts of the free and free god are "Xiaoyao", "Freedom", "Zheng", and his mainstream thoughts are in the thoughts of "Haoran" and "Nature".

Mu Long was out of his body and saw that in the vast world covered by the great realm of thought, there was a very small and ultra-small place, which was his source, the ideological space of ancient China. There are some words left in the time and space of the space, and an elegant and wise woman is writing in this space, and the random graffiti is one of the ten thousand people who are the master of the great realm of thought, the transcendent Lord, a woman named "Hu Qingfang".

"The world is indifferent. The world is cruel. The world is egotistical. The world is vast and lonely, and only one person is old, weak, sick and dead, like a thick dust like dark clouds, consciously forgotten in the glamorous corners of the city.

Life gradually fades away in the endless flow of traffic, and is kicked aside without weight, ignored in the cold eyes of the spectators.

The so-called flawlessness turns out to have worn away all the traces of time. True youth turns out to be a forgotten experience. To ugliness, beauty is a kind of deliberately arranged by God around us, and the noisy hostility is endless. I don't think love is an excuse to hide sexual desire, but maybe some moments, for some people, it is.

Men are always reluctant to think about feelings. Men are easily captured by lust but do not want to have sex as prisoners of war. Straightforward, ruthless and ruthless. Spring has arrived, in the fragrance of the flowers, on the thin wings of the butterflies vibrating and flying. There is no heaven or hell, it exists in your heart and in the eyes of the world. You want to be an angel when you want to be an angel. If you want to be the devil, you are the devil.

Dead is not more terrible than living, and living is not happier than dead. The real pain is the loneliness that can never be shaken off. Crossing a certain line, death comes to you. Love is blind and lacks certainty. Love needs to be tested to determine whether or not to be loved. Love can definitely stand the test, but it can't stand the temptation.

No one has ever intertwined my life, and there is no one who has gone away and made my life incomplete. That's what loneliness is, it's irrelevant, it's irrelevant.

When love and soul have been defiled, they have to turn away. We have reason to believe that the beautiful colors of love will be smeared with the trivialities of feces and urine. "A lonely person who is just disappointed in life. Not despair. But. The disappointment of not being able to completely despair is also a kind of loneliness.

Inaction is sometimes the weariness of losing ardent anticipation of life. Distance produces beauty, and love can live in imaginary conversations through text: "It is because you are completely absent that I can love you so much." Perfection doesn't bring emotion. There is no single formula or reason that fully explains what emotions do. Emotions are radical changes and reactions. It is not a theoretical basis.

Don't believe too much in fate, don't be too obsessed with expecting a fateful arrangement of nothingness. There is no such thing as 100% encounter and destiny in the world, the most important thing to do is to trust the person in front of you and grasp everything you can hold in your hands.

What we are convinced of is never the truth. That alone should be sad. True love may be something that cannot be explained. However, it has the power to make people want to continue to live, waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow to shine on them.

In order to avoid harm and fear. So we built a wall around ourselves. However, even if the closure can avoid injury, it will not be gently soothed.

Hate and love are both too strong emotions, and no emotion is really not related, but it creates too much politeness to get along.

Life and death are always next to each other, hope and despair are always juxtaposed. Death and despair cannot fail to survive and hope, but they have no possibility of combining in the first place, marking tragedy.

The most unbearable thing is the disappointment of having special expectations for a particular program but being disappointed. The loss is also specific. Tragedy is one of the elements of the beauty of love in Shenghua, poignancy can enhance the intensity of love, but these are mostly the climax achieved in the imagination, in the real situation, love is better not to bear tragedy and poignancy.

People are always accustomed to blaming others for their own faults, and always want others to take responsibility for their mistakes. However, perhaps even I don't know what the object of my resentment looks like, and it is just a ridiculous excuse to give myself no responsibility.

We are so afraid of losing ourselves that we desperately want to be who we are forever. However, we have never truly answered anything in life with our souls. In fact, we are no longer ourselves, and we have long lost our souls.

The street lights are still elegant, but the hearts of those who look at them are not. Touching and mocking, reverence and contempt, are just two poles that vary from heart to heart. The smashed street lamp is actually my own heart that is no longer pure and beautiful.

It's not that I don't want to go back, it's that I can't go back. The reason why I gave up everything is because I can't go back. Some beauty is a fantasy situation, but that in no way means that the real is ugly. Aesthetics is something that is not fixed, it depends on how you appreciate it.

Choose the right role to play at the right time, and play your role well at all times. But who am I, which role is I, and who is this appropriate role?

When everyone is in a frenzy, it is intolerable that someone in it is sober and normal. "Different" is a signal that calls on the public to discriminate against you and assimilate you.

In the crowd of people, in the gaps of day and night, can I see, smell, hear, and feel some kind of familiar memory flashing by? I have had such an experience, but I am also like "her" in this story, I don't look back, but just go straight forward.

Memory is unreliable, "once had" is an over-beautified demand, and only in things without sound can memories be preserved and relived beautifully. I understand the feeling, but I'm not sure when I'm going to have the integrity to have a mourning for the "lost," or rather rather than to do it.

Emotions come from accumulation, and outbursts originate from the need for something or a word to light the fuse that can no longer be suppressed. You don't know what you want without trying, but sometimes you find that you want everything after you try.

The conclusion is that people are always trying, but they can't figure out what they want.

The study of society, the concept and spirit of the world, in fact, who is it helpful to be angry, why to beat each other, why to kill people. Why, do you know the way? I don't know the way.

Only when you get out of your self-limiting can you feel ridiculous that you can't get out of it. But for those who have been confined all along, that attitude is a kind of deathly pale merciless ridicule, a fear that can never be understood but is far from being avoided.

If the situation of life is always set in the past, people will always be ghosts living in the past and have died. Only by facing up to the reality created by time can we truly continue to live.

An iron door effectively separates the embarrassment of face-to-face communication, and it has also become a shield after the quarrel and a possible gap. The road can't go out, you can't walk in, and the heat of life is gradually exhausted. The most desperate thing about time is that when nothing can be done, it runs out.

I can, and so can others. Others can, and so can I. Society is created in this way, the masses are divided in this way, and the truth is regulated in this way. However, there will be times when I want to say no, no, but the idea of freedom. In the realm of society, the public, and the truth, it is not better to be selfish and rebellious.

Love and courtesy are some kind of kindness that is accidentally disguised. I was afraid of the harm that hatred and malice would cause, so I tried to be kind even if I didn't think it was true. Perhaps, the world in which I exist has never been sincere, and has maintained a harmonious surface through the barrier built by this disguise.

I know that certain behaviors definitely need to be restrained, but I also know that I have more or less used false love and courtesy to deal with everything in the world. The reason why this world is so frustrating may be because I subconsciously deny love and courtesy, because I often disguise them, and even I know that I am not real. (To be continued......)