Without art, my life would cease to exist. But I never put this art above everything else. If art is indispensable to me, it is because it never isolates myself and allows me to live my true self on the same level as others. I think art should not be enjoyed alone, but is a way to touch the most people and offer them an image that transcends pain and ordinary joy. It forces the artist not to isolate himself and to surrender to the humblest and most universal truths. Often, people who choose to dedicate themselves to art have seen themselves as special. However, he will soon discover that his art and his uniqueness are often rooted in similarities with everyone else. Artists slowly temper themselves in the constant interaction between themselves and others, in the beautiful scenery that cannot be missed halfway, and in the groups that cannot be separated. Therefore, true artists value everything. They force themselves to understand and not just be content to judge. In this world, they must choose a camp, which must represent the position of a certain group. According to Nietzsche's great insight, in this group, the dominant ones are not judges, but creators, among whom are workers. , there are also intellectuals.

Every generation prides itself on its ability to reshape the world. But our generation understands that this is a foolish dream. But our mission may be greater: to prevent the world from falling apart. This generation inherited a history that was corrupt, a mixture of failed revolutions, crazy technology, dead gods, and weak ideologies. In such a history, the regime can destroy everything today, but it cannot persuade. The wise devalue themselves and become slaves of hatred and oppression. This generation has to use its unique sobriety to restore a little dignity of life and death for itself and its surroundings. In the face of this world that is about to fall apart, the prosecutor has established a country that is probably permanently dead. This generation understands that while they are in a crazy race against time, they should establish peace among different ethnic groups that will not yield to any power, reconcile the relationship between work and culture, and rebuild the bridge of reconciliation in everyone's heart. Whether they can complete this mission is still unknown, but everywhere in the world, they raise the banner of truth and freedom, and if necessary, are willing to sacrifice for it without regrets. This generation deserves respect and encouragement wherever they go, especially where they devote their lives. In short, I should offer them the honor you just bestowed upon me. I think you will feel the same way.

The breathtaking splendor of "The Outsider"

1. The sun is still as hot as flowing fire. On the beach, the sea seems to be gasping for breath, churning out rows of small waves... Whether it is on the gravel, white shells, or a piece of broken glass, as long as a bright light is reflected, it is like a handful of waves. The sharp sword struck at me, and with a flash of light, my teeth tightened.

2. The sound of the waves is more lazy and gentler than at noon. It's still that scorching sun, it's still that strong light, it's still that stretch of beach that stretches here.

——Description before manslaughter

The sun burned my cheeks, and I felt sweat beads gathering in my eyebrows. This sun reminds me of the sun on the day my mother was buried. They are the same. My head feels as uncomfortable as that day. All the blood vessels are beating under the skin, as if they want to burst. ...The sun shines on the knife, and the reflected light is like a shining sword, heading straight towards my forehead. At the same time, the sweat accumulated in my eyebrows suddenly flowed to my eyelids, covering my eyes with a curtain of warm and sticky water. I couldn't see anything through this curtain of water mixed with tears and sweat. I only felt that the sun was like a huge gong, beating loudly on my forehead. In the haze, the dazzling blade of the knife kept pointing at me. The hot knife light passed through my eyelashes and penetrated straight into my painful eyes. At this moment, everything shook violently. The sea gave a dull, hot gasp, and I felt the sky split in the middle and fire pour down like a torrential rain. My whole body tensed up, and my hand holding the gun tightened again and again. Then, the trigger was pulled, and my fingers touched the smooth handle of the gun. At that moment, with a dry and deafening bang, everything collapsed. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the sweat on my forehead and the lingering sun. I know that I ruined this otherwise normal day, the tranquility of this beach and the happiness I once had here.

——The moment of the shooting

He (the prosecutor) said, gentlemen of the jury, he tried to search my soul and found nothing. He said, in fact, I have no soul and no humanity at all. As for the moral standards in people's minds, they are in vain here... He also talked about my attitude towards my mother. He repeated the points he expressed during the debate, but his words were much more than analyzing my crime of murder, so that by the end, I only felt the hot morning heat spreading over my body... According to him, killing The cruelty of his father's crime was beyond people's imagination, and he sincerely hoped that the court would punish him mercilessly. However, he changed the topic and pointed out that the hatred this crime brought him almost paled in comparison to the shock my coldness and cold-bloodedness brought to him. He believes that a person who kills his mother mentally and a person who kills his father with his own hands are equally unacceptable to society... "...he must be punished accordingly."

"The prosecutor wiped his face, which had become oily with sweat. Finally, he said that his duties were heavy and painful, but he would resolutely carry them out to the end. He thought that I was completely out of touch with this society, and even the most basic If I don't agree with any of the rules, then don't expect to awaken the most basic human conscience that I don't know at all. "I ask for the death penalty for this man," he said, "and when I make such a request to you, My mood is relaxed and calm. I have asked for the death of criminals many times in my long career, but never once have I felt as comforted, balanced, and compensated for my difficult duties as today, because I have felt an urgency And a sacred mission, because when I faced this face that had nothing but annihilated humanity, all I felt was boundless hatred. ”

——He was sent to the guillotine by the prosecutor

My mother often said that no one in the world is always unfortunate. When the sky shines with color again, a new day When the sunlight poured into my cell again, I felt that what she said really made sense. You know, I might have heard the footsteps, and my heart would have burst with nervousness at the slightest sign of movement. I rushed to the door, put my ear against the door panel, and waited like crazy until I heard my own breathing, which was very rough, like a dog's panting, which made me terrified. But overall, my heart was still there. Continuing to beat, I won another 24 hours of life.

——The suffering of waiting for the last moment night after night