What is hope? It's a prostitute. She bewitches everyone and gives everything. She will abandon you after you have sacrificed so much of your precious treasure - your youth.

There was a great man standing in front of me, beautiful, kind, and full of brilliance, but I knew he was a devil.

When I am silent, I feel full; when I speak, I feel empty.

Despair is the same as hope, and great hatred is precisely the starting point of great love.

I choose my own heart and want to know the original taste. The pain is so severe, how can I know the original taste?

I ran away and walked as hard as I could until I escaped from the dream and lay on my own on the bed.

I dedicate this small piece of wild grass as a testimony before friend and foe, man and beast, those I love and those I do not love, between light and darkness, life and death, past and future.

I am willing to do this, my friend - I will travel far alone, not only without you, but also without any other shadow in the darkness. Only I am drowned in darkness, and that world belongs to me.

Weeds are not deep at all, and their flowers and leaves are not beautiful, but they absorb dew, water, and the blood and flesh of the dead, each of which robs it of its survival.

If a person's death is only the destruction of motor nerves but the consciousness is still there, it would be more terrifying than total death.

And my heart seemed to have turned into a lead weight at the same time, falling very hard. But the heart does not fall down and is cut off, it just falls very, very hard, and falls.

Pour out a cup of slightly sweet bitter wine every day, not too little; not too much, just enough to keep you slightly drunk, and hand it to the world, so that the drinker can cry, sing, and wake up. Like being drunk, if you have knowledge or if you are ignorant, you want to die and you want to live.

Weeds are not deep at all, and their flowers and leaves are not beautiful. However, they absorb dew, water, and the blood and flesh of the dead, each of which robs it of its existence. While it is alive, it will still be trampled on and cut down until it dies and decays.

But I am calm and happy. I will laugh and I will sing.

The kite season in my hometown is in spring and February. If you hear the rustling of the wind wheel, you can look up and see a light black crab kite or a tender blue centipede kite. There are also lonely tile kites, which have no wind wheel and are flown very low, looking lonely and haggard.

"Wild Grass" was written in the late period of the May Fourth Movement and is Mr. Lu Xun's only collection of prose poems. Written on January 24, 1925. Published by Beijing Beixin Book Company in July 1927.

"Wild Grass" is Lu Xun's thinnest, most beautiful, and most reprinted collection of prose poems. It was written during the ebb of the May Fourth Movement. The work uses subtle symbols to express the loneliness, confusion and fear of an Enlightenment thinker fighting alone under the white terror. It also expresses the disappointment and hope for the people who "live in confusion and die in a mess". The biggest feature that distinguishes this work from Lu Xun's other works is that it contains profound philosophy and contains all of Lu Xun's philosophy.