There is no hope in this world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Some say it's the best of times, it's also the worst of times. But I don't see this good.

Some people think I'm just complaining, some people think I'm just talking about it, and some people think I'm a crazy guy. They thought I was arrogant and difficult to get along with, and they thought I was kind and gentle...... None of this is what I care about. I never lived for anyone else.

But when I didn't want to wander among the flowers anymore and just wanted a quiet haven, I found that I couldn't find it. It was a port that denied entry to my rusty ship.

No matter how much I communicated, I was denied entry.

It's not so much the worst of times as it is a dark world, and no, this world has never had light. The light that I thought would appear, the first light of the dawn, was nothing more than the last despair before darkness came.

I'm just a loser today. Putting aside all the aura that has been put on me, either voluntarily or involuntarily, I am indeed a loser today.

Just like the last sentence of helplessness left by me, a loser. FUCk。 For-the-disheartening-night。

If you use Japanese, you should be more handsome, right? But don't care anymore. It's over, isn't it?

Nothing lasts forever, not even the stars in the sky fall. But every time we see the falling stars, isn't it in the dark night sky? The night is despair.

My spirit has already entered the cage, it's not that I haven't thought about getting out, but a maze, and really get out? Walked out of one, but only into a larger labyrinth. Despair still hangs around.

Some people may say, just keep it at it. Will triumph.

Ah, whether Alexander I, who had a granite brain, or Felix, who was called steel, whether it was dear Comrade Stalin or honorable Mr. Roosevelt, the will did not prevail.

The Sphinx in the north has been discredited so far, the ideals that Dzerzhinsky of Vilno and his dear comrade Joseph had fought for all their lives have collapsed, and the glory and dreams of Franklin have sunset......

Hitler committed suicide in the wolf's den, Lincoln was stabbed in the theater, the Decembrists and the Paris Commune have long been told that fate has always played tricks on the world. The utopia that the world had hoped for was never realized.

Original sin, the dark shadow that hangs over the world, is increasingly oppressed by me, and one day, it will end. That is the end, that is the end, maybe, that is the hell on the other side, maybe, that is the heaven I have been seeking.

PS: The creation of another book is very difficult, and the research on the history of the Northern and Southern Dynasties of Japan is indeed very blank in this regard, although it seems that I can fill this gap a little overwhelmed, but there are always things to do. It's better to do it than not to do it. From the beginning, it was just to find something for yourself, or to boast about yourself. At present, most of the works on the history of Japan on the mainland market are full of errors and omissions, or there are many people who simply do not know their intentions. If such nonsense can still be published, I can't do it if I don't have a reason. It can even be said that, with the exception of a few titles translated directly from Japanese or English, there is no book in the Chinese Simplified publishing world that can be called error-free. Of course, I'm no exception. But in the past few months, the obstacle of knowledge has gradually broken down, and I have seen some things clearly. There's no need to fight with some mediocrities, just do what you have to do.

Some people criticize me for not paying attention to citation proofreading when writing articles, but these barking dogs don't care in the first place. There are also some people who say that I don't study in the first place, so these will naturally go with him. After all, if a person doesn't even know what level he is at, then he doesn't need to say much. I like what Professor Abrams says in the preface to The Mirror and the Lamp, why go for too much cumbersomeness when there is a more convenient way? This is something that can only be done by the brain telling the donkey to kick it. And I'm just in a normal mind.

I was going to write a little text, but I didn't know how to write it. I have no hope, and if the pillars of my life collapse, how can I still talk about hope?