1. They care about gifts, phone calls, and every anniversary. I don’t care about these. How humble my request is, how greedy my request is, what I want is a confidant.

2. The greatness of love is that it can cover the void of a person's existence. The smallness of love is that it can only cover the void.

3. I think the reason why so many people are always busy getting love, losing love, complaining and nagging about love is that besides the great chemical reaction, the cost of love is very small and the "entry threshold" is very small. Low drama. If you want to prove yourself by building a business, creating a work of art, solving a scientific problem, saving a species that is about to become extinct... you will need too much talent, will, perseverance, resources, and luck. But if you want to create a love Or that something that looks like love only requires two people and a little hormone. So love became a refuge for the mediocre, and love was mass-produced as a labor-intensive product. After all, it is too difficult for a person to change himself, and it is even harder to change others. The only thing that is easy to change is the relationship between oneself and others.

4. The self is an abyss, so huge that love cannot fill it.

5. History is watery and ruthless.

6. People without conscience never suffer.

7. To a certain extent, writing is not the way I record life, but the way I experience life, because it is the process of writing that brings me closer to the object being written about, making even the smallest Things take on facial features and expressions.

8. The way I accumulate this kind of patience is to use feelings to make up for the poverty of events.

9. But as an infinitely pessimistic person, I often describe this pessimism with a playful and smiling tone to cover up the embarrassment of living in this world shamelessly.

10. I believe that the richness of a person’s feelings, not the density of events that occur in his life, determines the texture of his life; it is a person’s eyes, not the scenery in front of him, that determines the quality of his life. The color of his life.