We often pass by the edge of something, and the rush makes us bow our heads, and we have often walked past several times, not knowing what once existed next to us. There are some people who are forever in the circle of sorrow, because their hearts seem to be anxious even when they don't need to hurry. The only joy of such a person is to be buried in the meagre memories.

Such people are somewhat unfortunate. His days and energies were wasted in anticipation of a moment that seemed to him to be a windfall, when the day came when he would repay him for everything. So he abandoned all the days before that moment and was in a state of anxiety and carelessness, and perhaps that moment could really satisfy him, but he did not know that all the time in his bag had been spent. My heart can't help but feel sorry for him.

When a stream poured its way down from the lake where it was conceived, it burst out and murmured towards the flats. Halfway through, an upright reed can cause it to whirlpool, and a piece of red sand stone can make it jump. It makes time turn like a wind mill, and after countless twists and turns, many other trickles are added to it, and finally it slowly flows into the sea with white foam, and it is not admired because it finally flows into the sea.

It naturally has to go into the sea. Poets praise it for its brilliance, its exuberance, and philosophers praise it for its strength, its twists and turns. These strengths are evident in every moment of its flow, not in its end. The end is the end of it. Reaching the end, there is no more of it. It's over.

How can we ignore every moment of our journey!

If, in order to fear a final hour, we are inevitably worried, and henceforth the worries of this speaker will never end, that is a shackle that we ourselves are willing to put on it.

A star, a star with a blue glow, does not seem to be a little more ordinary than the ordinary, but it takes thousands of years for its light to reach our eyes. The glamorous glimmer of starlight that we are amazed at the moment may have long since fallen silent, or even gone. If a star wants to know its own influence, the idea is that even fools would say it is delusional. The star is quietly shining its light, never thinking of eternity, and its life is to ignore the future, to ignore its own influences. Its light is so bright that each of us has found a little bit in the blue sky when we raise our heads in the quiet night, but why haven't many of us comprehended the astral body?

That "final" is like a point in concrete shape, and the path to it is like a line, do we mean a point is long or a line is long?

Ignoring the largest and longest section, but waiting for the smallest last point, the most pervasive human being often ignores his own value.

Great wise man, can you guarantee that there is an accurate last point, that it is truly beautiful, that it is really meaningful, that it surpasses everything that has come before? Tell me, I am not a doubter.

Isn't it? The most perfect meaning is the perfection of a time plus the perfection of another time, and the various bars of life are combined to express life, and the rhythmic coherence of each note becomes a song, and the regular combination of colors becomes a painting.

A person who is waiting for a good last moment is like looking for a perfect finishing touch on the same painting, but how can a person who omits the whole piece or the whole painting on the rails show his masterpiece at the last moment?

Therefore I would argue that the existence of the meteorite is not short-lived, and I say that its life has been lost longer than any other in its swaying silver band, that every second of its life has not been thrown in vain, that it burns for the whole hour, that at its end there is no ember, and that its life is in its purest form. If there is nothing left of it, what is deeper than the impression of that moment of beautiful silver light in people's hearts!

The one who lives a thousand years of blank life will have to truly grieve for himself, because he lives as if he were not alive.