All sins have been forgiven in advance, and everything is despicable! -Preface to The Unbearable Lightness of Life We often feel the hardships and heaviness of life, and have witnessed the distortion and deformation of life under various pressures countless times. "Ordinary" has become people's most sincere desire for a time. However, we inadvertently missed another kind of fear-peace without expectation and without paying, which is actually consuming the vitality and spirit of life. -"The Unbearable Lightness of Life" is really a hero, but it doesn't really ask the source. From now on, I will choose my life carefully, and I will no longer easily lose myself in various temptations. I have heard the call from afar in my heart, and I don't need to go back and care about all kinds of right and wrong and arguments behind me. I have no time to think about the past. I want to move on. -"The Unbearable Lightness of Life" Why does God laugh when he sees people who think? That's because people are thinking, but they can't grasp the truth. Because the more people think, the more one's thoughts are separated from another's, Wan Li. -"The Art of Fiction" Come, let's put on the most beautiful clothes and walk in the street, laugh heartily and loudly, let everyone's eyes stare at us, and let us really make them jealous. Come on, let's experience a vigorous love, embrace sweetly and eagerly on the green grass, let our fingers entwine with each other and comfort each other, and let us really make them jealous. -"Living Elsewhere" Never think that we can escape. Every step we take determines the final outcome, and our feet are moving towards the destination we have chosen. -"Recognition" We can't forget the pure eyes of children in the war. She quietly faced the fighter planes that flew past the bullets in the air, the precision-guided bombs roared across the night sky of the city in the distance, the homes of her parents and brothers were destroyed by the gunfire of tanks, and the people who fled in a pool of blood gasped and moaned ...-"The Party for Farewell" When human beings think about it, God laughs, because the more people think about it, the farther the truth is from him. Because people are never the same as he thinks they are. Thinking has never been the reason that hinders one's progress. The purpose of thinking is to find out one's own weaknesses and practice improvement, thinking too much and not doing it, or pretending to accept it without thinking. This is the reason why God laughs, because this kind of thinking is called deceiving oneself. People always want to rewrite their biographies. Change the past. Erase the trace. Erase your own and others'. It's never that simple to forget. I also know that once I cross that line, I will no longer be me, and I will become someone else, someone I don't know. This terrible change makes me tremble with fear, so I have been desperately seeking love in a strong sense of loss. This kind of love should allow me to continue to live in the same love vision and ideal as before and today, because I don't want to divide my life from the middle, and I want it to run through from beginning to end. What life can't bear is not existence, but existence as self. Man makes his future by resisting the past. Because in this world, everything is forgiven in advance, and everything is ridiculously allowed. If every second of our life is repeated countless times, we will be crucified like Jesus and crucified in eternity. This prospect is terrible. In the world of eternal robbery and return, unbearable responsibilities weigh heavily on our every action, which is why Nietzsche said that the concept of eternal robbery and return is the heaviest burden. The feelings caused by kitsch are something that the public can share ... that is, to disguise the ignorance of the established model with beautiful words and emotions, and even to shed tears for such mediocre thoughts and feelings. Life gives me great happiness, but with a little trouble and a little thing, we will fall to the other end of the border, where nothing is meaningful. All the secrets of human life are that everything happens very close to this border or even in direct contact. The distance between them is not measured in kilometers, but in millimeters. The ultimate pursuit is illusion. Only necessity can be heavy, so heavy is valuable! Metaphor is dangerous, and love comes from a metaphor. I can no longer understand what I want. Because human life is only once, we can neither compare it with our previous life, nor make it perfect before we spend it. Cleanliness is the warm feeling of not being watched. People's eyes are a heavy burden, a kiss that sucks blood. The mission of poetry is not to confuse us with an unexpected thought, but to make a certain moment of existence eternal and worthy of becoming an unbearable pain of missing. I think that's why I'm underestimating the words of an intellectual with toothache. I think therefore I am a truth with much more universal significance, which involves everyone who is alive. If we can't change the world, then we should at least change our lives-live freely. God is dead in a burning paradise, and only the warm sun can shine on the earth. The trap of hatred is that it ties us too tightly to our opponents, and this is the filth of war. When you were still by my side, I began to miss you, because I knew you were about to leave. When we forget the speed, maybe we are moving towards it step by step. Today, whether my question can be answered or not, I still feel indifferent. It doesn't need to be given any meaning, it just keeps growing. Just like speed, it doesn't have any practical significance. It's probably not until you forget it that you will remember it. The true nature of life collides with the true nature of time, and we call this collision boring. When I was young and ignorant, I got married, had my first child and chose my own career. Then one day, I discovered and understood many things, but it was too late, because people's whole life had been decided in an era when we knew nothing about it. A man's love for a woman stems from leaving her in a poetic memory in the form of metaphor. Another way of saying it by chance is fate. The worst thing is not that the world is not free enough, but that human beings have forgotten freedom. If everyone's life is unique, let's live in a unique way and throw away all the old things. Freedom doesn't start where parents are abandoned or buried, but where they don't exist: here, people come into this world without knowing who brought them. Here, man came to earth from an egg thrown into the forest. Here, people are gouged out to the ground by heaven and step into this world without gratitude. Warmth is an attempt to build an artificial space in which others are treated as children. But if we suddenly realize our meanness, where can we escape? Only escape to the sublime to escape from depravity! Just like in this world, from the beginning, there is nothing but betrayal! Human time does not rotate in a cycle, but moves in a straight line. This is why human beings can't be happy, because happiness is the desire for repetition. Remembering one's past and keeping it hidden in one's body may be a necessary condition for keeping what people call self-consistency. In order to keep the ego from shrinking, and to keep its size, it is necessary to water the memory from time to time, just like watering the flowers in the basin, and this irrigation needs to keep regular and regular contact with some past witnesses, that is to say, friends. Our only freedom is to choose between bitterness and happiness. Since our destiny is meaningless, we should not take it as a stain, but be good at being happy because of it. People always want to rewrite their own biographies, change the past, erase traces, erase their own, and erase others'. It is far from simple to forget. In this world, every step we take must be controlled and recorded. Each of us lives in the opposition between self and reality, and we all need to realize ourselves in the real environment. We often feel the hardship and heaviness of life, and have witnessed the distortion and deformation of life under various pressures countless times. "Ordinary" has become people's most sincere desire for a time. However, we inadvertently missed another kind of fear-peace without expectation and without paying, which is actually consuming the vitality and spirit of life. Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two unrelated feelings, which are not only different, but simply opposite. Love does not make people want to have sexual intercourse (that is, the desire for countless women), but it will cause the desire to sleep together (limited to the desire for a woman). A person can miss him or her when his or her lover is present, if he or she vaguely sees the future when his or her lover will be absent; The death of a lover, though invisible, can already be felt. When you were still by my side, I began to attach myself, because I knew you were about to leave.