[They have a temperament that regards death as home; no, not calm, but fanatical! They regard death in battle as a medal, fight with all their might, and sacrifice their souls in a hurry! I really can’t imagine what kind of world that is and what conditions God promised to make them all look like evil ghosts...]
[At dusk, the western mountains are far away, and feathers are flying from the top of the city. The years have passed, and I have seen love, hate, and hatred. What else can I miss? I am safe and sound. My disabled body is suffering from illness. The water is far away and the mountains are high. How much I miss my lovesickness.
[I have been walking on this road for a long time, stumbling, lame and windy all the way. I am like a joke. The new "desire to compete with God" is ashamed of me. I don't understand, how can I be like this? He is passionate and wants to do things that only saints dare to do.
【Regret! My youth harmed my prime, I tarnished the future of young people. They hated me and they were right to scold me. I was so unlucky to appear in front of them. I was a slave, and I took a job and returned to my hut.
[I had three thousand aspirations, but I drowned in the lake and had no chance of returning. This is a passionate world, and I have accomplished nothing. 】
"The central idea of this text is to accept fate. We must always beat our ambitions, draw a clear line between ourselves and the beggars in the text, and must not exceed the rules and classes.
"The beggar in the article is destitute, but he still thinks he is noble. He anesthetizes himself with words, like a crazy sexual person, pouring cold water on himself crazily, unrepentant, and hoping to get mercy and change his life. In the final analysis, He is a gambler.
"His years and history are empty. In the strict dogma of the city, abstinence is a noble and must be performed. And he is selling his time and peeping on the dancers at the banquet. This is a violation of the assets of the superior. Stealing is a crime!
"..., offering them to the devil is like a zombie with its heart devoured. The cool wind in the blue sky blew away the broken hair on the young man's forehead. He trudged hard in the ocean, like a corpse. Stone sculptures sinking into the abyss (Note: Really, incomprehensible, this sentence makes no sense), huge shadows falling in chunks, the devil is on the run, he has been tortured crazy, as if he is raising a gun to kill men, occupying their newlywed widows.
"When future generations peel off the bark of the tree and look at the withered growth rings (Note: I swear, the fool who wrote the review has never seen such a scene with his own eyes, the dwarf in this cage always armed him with these adjectives of bad habits) ammunition depot, but in fact it is just a mop stained with feces, and everyone who reads it will recoil away! I swear, if it weren’t for this article to be tested, I would never read it now! I want to know who wrote this. The sentence has no beginning and no end, and he must fill his mouth with delicious chicken wings. Damn it! Hold on to death! Hold to death!), and may sigh with emotion at the magnitude of the disaster.
"Bronze civilization is like a row of boulders. When the sun shines, the dancing shadows begin to sing, say some tongue-picking, and use vague raps to refuse others to pry into themselves. I miss that era, the civilization that fought out of the ice and snow. The ancient tribes used their imagination and blood and sweat to create the foundation stone of the flying planet. The fallen leaves fall and the next retreat of the invincible scorching sun brings us back to the dark night. At that time, the angel will appear and use its wings to spread The light of heaven.”
It's autumn again.
Every time Zhang Shouwang opened his eyes, the time pointed by the sundial would change, but with regard to the changes in the four seasons, it did not move at all. This surprised him. He originally thought that the time scale represented by the scale was very wide, but now he realized Come here, every time you open or close your eyes, it represents a complete reincarnation, so time remains unchanged.
The truth is an unattainable secret. Perhaps my efforts are just a ridiculous ending in the eyes of God, because he has not written the full story at all:
This semi-finished product was filled with their own lives. Naturally, it would not have any vitality. Everything was in vain.
Good night Brother Shu, good night brothers.
Zhang Shouwang squatted on the ground and smoked a cigarette.
In Lin Xingyu's live broadcast room, the young man wearing sunglasses couldn't see the tears. He was always comforting himself. During the countless lonely nights, the young man who helped him exorcise ghosts completely left. The world is far away and we will never see each other again.
What a pity. It turns out that all talents will be obliterated, just like a passion will eventually be extinguished.
"It's an honor to accompany you on such a long journey."
"Brothers, don't worry, let's see the power of rice."
"Wait for an insufferable beggar to come back and return to his loyal swamp."
"You're laughing so hard. If Brother Shu doesn't give us a live broadcast, what else can he do? Use it as firewood?"
"Stop talking! Brother Shu, my Brother Shu! How can I live without you! No, I want to create a world with Brother Shu, come and live broadcast for me!"
"What a shame! How can I live without you! I once thought that even if I was ravaged by life, I would still be cured when I returned to this live broadcast room...Brother Shu, he fell after all..."
"If a person loses his joy, he will eventually become an insensitive person...I don't know what will greet me when the world no longer allows me to escape."
"I have been in a daze for a long time. I know that all of this was created by myself. But I am a shrimp, not a crab. Fate has given me too many shackles and made me addicted to the original temptation of genes. I don't know what I am doing in the established destiny. When walking on the road, what will happen in the end? It's like a courier, always busy, but destined to return empty-handed.
"I liked Brother Shu's live broadcast very much, but I didn't know until later that even if a doctor is caring, he still has to pay for medicine. I have been taking spiritual placebo here for many years. I understand that his departure is destined, but I never thought it would come so quickly...
"I finally closed down another pharmacy. Just because I am a shrimp, I was chased here with no way out. All the guns were pointed at me. I also understood that I was worthless, even alive. It would be better to die..."
"Brother Shu, I miss you, but I am the one who loves you the most. How could I let you risk your life to come back? I can't bear to let you cry and be sad..."
“It was all over and I seemed to have grown up overnight.
"Good night Brother Shu, good night brothers."
After the storm, everything was quiet, and a huge tree in the sky was split into two pieces. No one knew why it became like this, but everyone shed tears all over the sky, just like the rain from the sky traveled through time and space, coming. In our faces.
The young man was solemn, and they stood in a row, in agony. Everyone once again returned to the connection between productivity and production relations, and returned to the era when consumerism was on the rise:
Last time we talked about work ethics and class system, and then we have a profound understanding of the cycle of consumerism: What role do people play in it?
A medium, one that is constantly flowing.
Consumers are like disembodied corpses. They are like zombies. Because of the collapse of their spiritual world, they are eager to describe themselves in a more direct and violent way and label themselves. At this time, the products will become theirs. The soul, which is why buying creates pleasure, is ultimately because the producer is forced to lose his soul.
The soul is the only glass ball in the clown's hand that cannot be used for display. It has a strong hysteresis. Compared with the three attributes of friends, family, and health, the soul is fragile. Its fragility cannot express the inner meaning of itself. Pain, and the product has acquired an expressive power through marketing, media, and expansion (mainly the object culture built by consumer groups). As a piece of promotional material that condenses intentions and is used to stimulate the circulation of consumer goods, its real value lies in The cultural field lies in "expressing the soul".
The parallel but different point between business and the other four balls is that the importance of this rubber ball is dispensable. As a "work", it is a screw that maintains the operation of the industrial age. The importance of producers is fluid:
First of all, they are also consumers, but in order to expand profits, it is difficult for capitalists to increase selling prices. They have to continuously reduce the consumption ability of these consumers, which will destroy the liquidity of goods in the market. This contradiction will eventually lead to the collapse of the consumer market. Reality turns to virtuality, and the participation of financial instruments will further limit the imprisonment time of the soul.
Yes, productivity is improving, but sometimes production relations are not allowed to be changed. Compromise will make the efficient industrial society enter a strange and bloated state, where everyone is tied together by invisible chains and unable to move. It's like a mold limiting the sapling to its final adult shape: deformed.
Self-destruction and struggle are an endless river. For Gao Wei, sometimes it is a happy thing to be an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, because the steel machine that keeps turning is finally allowed to was rested.
The death of Brother Shu is inevitable, and a new peach blossom garden has been created with it as the center. However, such an economy cannot be self-sufficient. They cannot afford the high maintenance costs. It is like everyone thinks that as long as they take a loan to buy When I buy something, I feel safe, but I never think about it. The world is in motion, accidents are the norm, and the real crisis lies in "self-stability."
Why is it that the four steps to financial freedom are savings, asset purchase, asset management, and investment, yet everyone advises poor people to invest their savings?
The real outlet lies in change and inertia, just like gambling is actually a mathematical game, desire is like a stone rolling down the mountain top, and understanding is a coming of age gift given by gods to young people:
Go ahead, hit your head while you are young, fall to the bottom when the cost of failure is the least, and become decadent when you can still be saved. Angels or devils, the inheritance of knowledge can only be considered at the moment of real experience. Completely turned into wisdom, just like this fallen giant tree, awakening countless saplings:
There are thousands of sails on the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees in front of the diseased trees.
