At the age of eighteen, I suddenly found myself confused and faced myself bravely for the first time. After all, there is nothing wrong with hard work, so I cherish time. All animals and plants in the world are facing a changeable future, because the future is uncertain, and there is no fixed number with the changes of nature. This is the real art, because there is no definite number, so human beings appear unpredictably, but everything has its essence, which we can't see.
The brain is always reflecting on itself, reflecting on this body, the meaning of this body, this accidental body, but it cannot be repeated, which is unique in the world.
Everything in the world can start all over again, except life. Time is defined by human beings. Time is the life of animals and creatures. Without time, everything is empty and illusory.
The existence of our bodies constitutes one moment after another, and constitutes the society and the country. We all live in practical phenomena, and only through phenomena can we see the meaning of things themselves. Patiently repeating, ordinary and great human beings can't escape fate, and they are all red dust.