[They have a temperament that regards death as home; No, not calm, but fanatical! They took the death in battle as a medal, fought desperately, and rushed to give their souls! I can't imagine what kind of world it was, and what conditions God promised to make them all look like this......]

[The sun is far away in the west, and the feathers fly in the city. The years are long, love and hatred have been seen, what else do I have to remember, don't come to harm? The body is sick and suffering, the water is far away and the mountains are high, and how much do you know about lovesickness.

[I walked on this road for a long time, stumbling, lame, wind and sand all the way, I was like a joke, the new "want to compete with the heavens" is ashamed of me, I don't understand, I don't understand how I am so enthusiastic, want to do what only sages dare to do.

[Remorse! My youth has ruined my prime, I have tarnished the future of my youth, they hate me, they are right to spit on me, I am so bad that I appear in front of them. I was a slave, got a job, and went back to my hut.

[Three thousand grand wishes, I drowned in the lake and could not return. It's a hot-blooded world, and I've got nothing to do. 】

The central idea of this text is resignation. We must constantly beat our ambitions, draw a clear line with the beggars in the text, and not transgress the rules and classes.

The beggar in the text is down, but he is still pretentious, he relies on words to anesthetize himself, like a crazy libido, frantically pouring cold water on himself, unrepentant, and hoping to get mercy, change his life another day, in the end, he is a gambler.

"His years and history were empty, and in the strict dogma of the city, abstinence was a noble obligation. And he is selling his time to spy on the dancers at the banquet, which is the theft of the assets of the superior, it is a crime!

"......, offering them to the devil, like a zombie that has been devoured by the heart, the cold wind in the blue sky blows away the broken hair on the young man's forehead, he trudges through the ocean like a stone sculpture sinking into the abyss (note: really, incomprehensible, this sentence doesn't make sense), huge shadows fall in pieces, the devil is fleeing, he has been tortured and mad, as if he was raising a spear to kill men, to occupy their newlywed widow.

"When posterity peels back the bark and looks at the languishing rings (note: I swear, the stupid hat who wrote the aftermath has never seen such a scene with his own eyes, the gnome in this cage always arms his ammunition depot with these vice-like adjectives, but in reality it is nothing more than with a mop, and anyone who sees it will shy away!) I swear I wouldn't have read this article right now if it weren't for the exam! I want to know who wrote these sentences without beginning and end, and I must stuff his mouth with delicious chicken wings, damn it! Hold on to death! Hold on to death! You may feel the enormity of the disaster.

"The bronze civilization is like a row of boulders, the sun shines, and the beating shadows begin to sing, say some snapping tongues, and refuse the prying eyes of others with vague raps. I miss that time, the ancient tribe that fought civilization in the ice and snow, they used their imagination and blood and sweat to forge the cornerstone of the flying stars, the falling leaves, the next retreat of the invincible sun, we return to the night again, when the angel will appear, with its wings, to spread the light that belongs to heaven. ”

It's autumn again.

Every time Zhang Shouwang opened his eyes, the time pointed by the sundial would change, but there was a change in the four seasons, but he did not move a minute, which made him very surprised, he originally thought that the time tolerance represented by the scale was very wide, but now he realized that every time he opened and closed his eyes, it represented a complete reincarnation, so the time would not change so much.

The truth is an unattainable secret, and perhaps his efforts are just a ridiculous ending in the eyes of God, because he has not written the whole story at all:

This semi-finished product is what they have used their lives to fill, naturally, there will be no life, everything is in vain.

Good night tree brother, good night brothers.

Zhang Shouwang squatted on the ground and smoked a cigarette.

Lin Xingyu's live broadcast room, the boy with sunglasses can't see tears, he is always comforting himself, countless lonely and lonely nights, the teenager who helped him exorcise ghosts has completely left, the rivers and lakes are far away, and they will never see each other again.

It's a pity that all the original talents will be wiped out, just like a passion will eventually be extinguished.

"It's an honor to accompany you through such a long journey."

"Brothers, don't worry, let's take a look at Mi's power."

"Wait for an unsettling beggar to come back, back to the swamp of his loyalty."

"I'm laughing to death, what can Brother Shu do if he doesn't give us a live broadcast? When firewood burns? ”

"Don't talk about it! Brother Tree, my Brother Tree! How can I live without you! No, I'm going to create a world with a tree brother and broadcast it live for me! ”

"Begging! How can I live without you! I used to think that even if I was ravaged by life, I would still be healed when I returned to this live broadcast room...... Brother Shu, after all, it's ...... fall."

"If a person loses his fun, he will eventually become an insensitive person...... I don't know what will greet me when the world no longer allows me to escape. ”

"I was in a daze for a long time, I knew that all this was forged by myself, but I am a shrimp, not a crab, fate has given me too many shackles, and let me indulge in the primitive temptation of genes, I don't know what the end will be when I walk on the established road, just like a courier, always busy, but destined to return empty-handed.

"I like Brother Shu's live broadcast very much, but I learned later that even if the doctor's parents are concerned, they have to pay for medicine. I have been taking a spiritual placebo here for many years, and I understand that his departure is predestined, but I never thought that it would come so soon......

"I finally ate another pharmacy that went out of business, just because I was a shrimp, I was chased here, there was no way back, all the guns were pointed at me, and I also knew that I was worthless, and even to live, it was better to die......"

"Brother Shu, I miss you, but the person who loves you the most is me, how can I let you risk your life to come back, I can't bear to let you cry and be sad......"

"It was all over, and it was as if I had grown up overnight.

"Good night Brother Tree, good night brothers."

After the storm, everything was quiet, and a giant tree was cut in two, and no one knew why it became like this, but everyone was in tears, like the rain in the sky that traveled through time and space and came to our faces.

The teenagers are solemn, they stand in a row, and they are in pain, and everyone once again returns to the connection between the productive forces and the relations of production, and to the era when consumerism was on the rise:

The last time I talked about work ethics and the class system, then I deeply understood the cycle of consumerism: what do people do in it?

A medium, a constant flow.

Consumers are like corpses without physical bodies, they are like zombies, because of the collapse of the spiritual world, desperate to describe themselves in a more direct and violent way, to label their bodies, at this time, the goods will become their souls, which is why buying produces pleasure, in the final analysis, because the producer is forced to lose his soul.

The soul as a clown in the hand, the only glass ball that can not be used to show, it has a strong lag, compared to friends, family, health these three attributes, the soul is fragile, its fragility in its own can not express the inner pain, and the product through marketing, media, expansion (mainly consumer groups to build the object culture), has a kind of expressiveness, as a condensed intention, used to stimulate the circulation of consumer goods propaganda, its real value lies in the cultural field, lies in the "expression of the soul".

The business is parallel to the other four spheres, but the difference is that the importance of this rubber sphere is dispensable, as a "work", it is the screw that maintains the operation of the industrial age, and the importance of the producer is fluid:

First of all, they are also consumers, but in order to expand profits, it is difficult for capitalists to increase the selling price, and they only have to constantly compress the spending power of this part of consumers, and this will destroy the liquidity of goods in the market, and this contradiction will eventually lead to the consumer market from real to virtual, and the participation of financial instruments will further limit the imprisonment time of the soul.

Yes, the productive forces are progressing, but sometimes the relations of production are not allowed to be changed, and compromise can lead the efficient industrial society into a strange bloated state, where everyone is bound together by invisible chains, unable to move, like a mold that limits the final shape of a sapling: deformity.

Self-destruction and strife are a never-ending river, and for Gao Wei, sometimes being an ostrich with his head buried in the sand is a happy thing, because the steel machine that keeps turning is finally allowed to rest.

Brother Shu's death is inevitable, with it as the center to create a new peach blossom source, but such an economy is not self-sufficient, they can't afford to pay the high cost of maintenance, just like everyone thinks, as long as the loan to buy something, they can sit back and relax, but they don't think at all, the world is in motion, accidents are the norm, the real crisis is, "yourself for stability." ”

Why is it that the four steps of wealth freedom are saving, buying assets, asset management, and investment, and everyone advises the poor to invest their savings?

The real outlet lies in change, in inertia, just as gambling is actually a mathematical game, desire is like a stone rolling down from the top of a mountain, and understanding is the coming-of-age rite given by the gods to teenagers:

Go, hit your head while you are young, fall to the bottom at the age when the cost of failure is the least, and be decadent when you can still be saved, angels or devils, the inheritance of knowledge can be regarded as completely transformed into wisdom at the moment of real experience, just like this fallen giant tree, which awakens countless little saplings:

Thousands of sails on the side of the sunken boat, and ten thousand trees in front of the sick tree.