CHAPTER 118 The denominator of toil chasing after the wind, the infinitely expanding denominator of sorrow
Qixia Mountain is still the same.
It's as if nothing had happened.
Alone, lying flat on a recliner.
He likes to stay quietly and look at the mountains full of green bamboos.
It would be nice if time could flow so slowly all the time......
Lonely confession is used to hypnotizing himself.
He often focuses his attention on some stable, small scenes.
In this way, he can forget......
The changes outside.
......
He has spent most of his life sleeping......
This is his way of reconciling with the world.
Is it an exclusive invention?
Definitely not.
There will definitely be many people who have the habit of "loving to sleep".
It's just that......
They're ...... anyway
Not as long as the lonely old man - the total amount of sleep.
The sleep time of the lonely confession adds up to about ......
More than 5 million years......
It feels so good to sleep......
The lonely old man loves the health activity of "sleeping".
As soon as he closes his eyes and thinks about nothing, he can have no worries!
Why?
Why doesn't he have to worry about "work"?
When it comes to career planning, work, labor...... Words like that......
Lonely confession does not have this concept......
(Guilt arises spontaneously)
(his guilt, guilt isn't edifying at all, it's hurting.) )
He never toiled, he didn't need this.
The heart of the lonely confession is empty, so it is also full.
Living peacefully with such a long "lifespan" requires a sense of faith.
Never fall into the trap of "hard work and chasing the wind" is the belief that Gu Confession has always adhered to.
A handful full of handfuls is quiet, and it is better than two handfuls of toils and chasing the wind.
The well-being of man is little needed.
The most feared thing is that "the desire is difficult to fill".
There is a difference between movement and stillness in people's minds and minds.
It's better to be still.
"Movement" is common, but "quiet" is rare.
......
In this world, there is a time for life and death.
Time also has a trajectory to follow.
These trajectories are recorded in solitary confessions.
When he thought about it, Rao was a person like him who hated toil, and there were too many things to do!
Ay.
But what the lonely confessor has to do must not be carried out through his toil!
If you do that kind of hard work, it will definitely break things.
His personal toil did no good to those souls who needed rest.
It is necessary to use the power of soothing the soul to control and clarify those souls that have left the dead corpse, so that they can return to their hometown one by one.
......
ay
His mind was full of numbers of people who were alive and dead......
It's so hard to be absolutely empty.
......
What happened to those Terrans, Lonely Confession remembers it clearly.
In addition, the greedy people always make trouble from time to time......
These are disturbing!
There are also many, many troubles in solitude......
Come to think of it, there are also 10 million years! The matter of Chen sesame seeds rotting millet has accumulated 10 million years...... Heart congestion. There are many times when I feel isolated.
Everyone wants to live a long time, but only people like Gu Xin want to divide some of their time......
But to whom?
Those who are ignorant?
Those who will only amass wealth by brute force?
Those who are jealous, strife, bitter?
......
Time is a weight that these noisy souls can't bear.
They don't know these truths at all!
......
The Terrans are too easy to forget, to remember nothing.
It's like a bunch of useless enthusiasm.
Those sages are not commemorated,
Even those who are alive, and those who come after them, will not be remembered.
......
But he remembered.
......
Lonely confession has always felt that he is ruthless,
In the face of birth, old age, sickness and death, he has been indifferent.
But those who profess to be affectionate in the world,
Lonely confessed and wanted to ask: Where did they store their "affection"?
It's true that you are forgetful.
Batches of people turn into dust much faster than the speed at which they burn their emotions.
......
Nowadays, there are more and more people alive, and more and more people are dead......
These numbers are rolling and changing, and it's really tiring!
He has lived for 10 million years......
Still don't know how long it will last?
His 10 million years are insignificant compared to the time when this world was generated and evolved......
Everything looks ......
It's endless......
......
The denominator of the Terrans is getting bigger and bigger......
It really makes the scalp of the lonely confession numb!
These "stray flies" like life, the mess they have created, don't they all have to be cleaned up by him?
There are so many things on earth.
Replaced those who have a little distraction.
will surround themselves to death in it.
The work of "controlling the overall situation" is not something that anyone can do.
A soul that can withstand 10 million years,
Definitely not an ordinary soul.
Lonely confession most of the time,
They all shielded themselves from their thoughts one by one.
He can't let his heart,
and voices from without,
Disturb his thoughts.
Only let yourself be quiet with all your heart,
He could hear an inaudible ......
Tiny ......
Soft voice.
......
This voice,
Every time it appears......
all bring the direction of fate......
(Ahem, when you lie flat, your body is most likely to stiffen.) The lonely old man, thinking of this, felt that his body was about to go numb, so he quickly changed to a side and lay down...... )
All things,
Just bask in the sun,
For better or for worse,
will all disappear.
......
The lonely old man began to enter a state of self-consistency.
These truths are obvious,
But the people of the world do not understand,
So
I don't understand,
What is true peace?
......
The happiness they seek,
It's just a passing moment.
Positive,
negative
All sorts of things,
No benefit at all.
- will come and go.
It's better to soak up the sun!
Take a nap. ......
Thinking of this, the lonely old man came a—a long, deep breath.
And one more thing,
It made the lonely old man very helpless and sad.
It's -- he knows the end of all things,
But I still can't say it.
You can only pretend to be confused!
Pretending to be hazy and obscured,
It's as if I'm an insider.
...... This
Sometimes it makes him very distressed,
OK
His character is one who doesn't care about anything.
......
Such an idle life,
In ordinary people, it really can't bear it.
It's okay to be idle for a year or two,
10 million years of idleness -
It's not easy.
merely
It's cold in the heights.
It's hard to find someone who feels the same way as him.
After all
If you look at the children in the spirit race who have lived a little longer,
There are not many people,
Not to mention outside the Spirit Race?
Lonely, lonely, lonely for the rest of your life......
These words, on the lonely old man, are still too light.
Lonely confession possesses,
Life cannot bear it - "long life".
A generation has passed,
Generation after generation,
but the earth endures forever.
......
Those who are on the ground, under the sun, toiling and chasing the wind,
Always repeating and repeating,
Repeat and repeat...... Like,
One who can't get out,
Never-ending,
Spiral maze.
Psalm 118 toils and catches the wind, and the denominator of the infinite expansion of sorrow is finished
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