- I’m not gregarious by nature.
Always quiet, sometimes cold.
I’ve been isolated, I’ve been criticized.
I’ve questioned myself, and I’ve been on the verge of collapse.
Close also tasteless, lonely also tasteless.
This is human nature.
Finally decided to be dumb.
Less grumpy, not to speak, from the heart to live.
Aristotle said, “The solitary man is either a beast or a god.
“If I can’t be a god, I might as well be a beast.
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- To be cold in the heat of the anthem, to see the abyss in heaven, to see nothingness in all eyes, to be saved in all hopelessness.
— Wild Grass by Lu Xun
- You come on winter solstice, but your brow is closed and you say, “I’m a little late.”
Bosom friends have trees in the courtyard, tingting as you wind.
— Zhen Sang, “Nothing happens this day”
- The word “gentle” becomes bland when overused, just as “I love you” becomes less and less appealing when heard too often. And a good love letter even without a love word, read in the heart is love everywhere; Gentle people do not have to describe the gentle, the gesture, between the lines, also everywhere is gentle. – jiang month feast
- Wandering through a similar period of time while reading, waking up to a cold drink outside, or sighing without leaving a trace while sorting through old clothes.
These trivialities derived from you have melted into a gentle and distant river of light in years of white nights.
Never touch me again.
But it still shines on me.
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When I was in love with you, I was innocent and brave.
- Walking on the hot ice age, Wall Street at the end of the century, no grass in the rain forest, you always give me the vast and long-term commitment.
I love listening to it.
I wouldn’t believe it.
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8 17 end, lights million parents do not put out. Think you are three minutes of spring seven minutes, the castle peak boundless all over, you alone the world is unique.
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- I’m in a pickle. For I had never read any books, and did not know how to describe myself, or what I wished to be.
— Collected Works of Shen Congwen
- In my heart there are a bunch of flowers born in the sun, more fragrant than any wine, the hot fragrance drowned the scarecrow chest, the spirit of grass, forever.
— Priest silent Reading
11 this life I have been very satisfied, know your name, heard your voice, held your hand, kissed your lips, feel your arms, have your gentle, as for the future, three miles of the breeze three miles, step by step, no longer you.
— from netease cloud hot comment
- My dear ones, I have been so unkind to you because, in the hour of our nation’s death, we can only save ourselves, at our peril.
— Gu Xiaomeng, The Wind
- Life is too long as water, floating clouds blowing snow, world taste boiled tea.
— Bai Luomei, Linjiang Fairy
14 after a big dream, dream to see a full eye of mountain flowers such as philippe, such as see the old people, overjoyed.
“– Priest,” There are Bandits”
15 I only hope that you and I are good, do not suspect each other, also do not praise each other, as usual, you and I talk to me as to yourself, I talk to you as to myself.
— Wang Xiaobo, “Loving you like Life”
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