"Say, 'What do men live for?'

The person who asked, squinting his eyes and slightly eyelids: looking quietly and indifferently at the vast sea of clouds under his body.

"Why do you want to talk about such a boring topic?"

Someone asked, someone said.

The person who said it was clean, dressed like snow-white clothes, and his thin face was snow-white.

"Remember...... When I was young!"

The person who asked, unchanged, indifferent and low-minded, his tone was a little choppy, and he was hard and hard in his deliberations.

"Huh!?"

The person who said waited for a while, raised his eyebrows, and his phoenix eyes swept at him not far away, asking, as if interested.

"I watched this sea of clouds for thirty years, for the bullshit proverbs that hide the head and the tail. ”

"People, aren't they all like this!"

The one who asks, does not know what to ask.

He who speaks, he cannot speak.

"I shouldn't have stayed!"

The person who asked, with an indifferent face, stretched out his thin fingers, and pointed straight at the distance, the churning white expanse at the end.

"Why?"

The person who said it, followed the thin finger, looked quietly, and asked slowly for a long time.

"It's useless!"

The man, with an indifferent face and an unchanging expression, did not show joy or anger, and said lightly.

"He just wants to do his best! Just like who in those years!"

A person dressed in snow-white clothes quietly looked at the churning sea of clouds, as if he had something to say, but he didn't talk deeply.

"They are all foolish people! Knowing that they can't do it, they bring about their own destruction. ”

The indifferent person inhaled deeply, pressed the nameless karmic fire that rolled out of his body, squinted his eyes, and his eyelids jumped.

"The Tao is in the heart, how can it be obedient?"

He turned, looked up, and stood in the wind with his hands behind his back.

"For the sake of these pigs and dogs, you really have to step into the muddy place down the mountain. Is it worth it?"

The squinting eyes, with a crimson light, smiled at the person standing in the wind.

"My life is fateful, all my life, crying out in the wind! preaching in hell! working in the fields. ”

The sound came quietly, clearly.

"The biggest difference between humans and animals: people know how to cover up, and they can lie. So I prefer beasts, at least they're real. ”

"At least you're real!"

The person standing in the wind smiled softly, quietly looking at the churning sea of clouds in front of him, and he couldn't agree with it.

"Interesting?"

The person who spoke turned around, squinted, solemnized, and looked at the person who pretended to be looking at the scenery.

"I vaguely know the end of every road, and I vaguely know the end of everything. The more I know, the more I can't say more, I can't speak, I can't open my mouth, can I say that everything was wrong in the past? Can I say that everything is wrong now? Can I say that everything in the future will be wrong? So, I can only say that I am wrong! What's so difficult about this!"

A person dressed in snow white, quietly looking at the churning clouds, swaying at a loss in the endless white expanse, just like the grass in the wind, the fish in the waves, and the ups and downs of the people in the world.

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