Chapter 1: The Self-Awakening of a Thousand Words
Sometimes the road is under your feet, but how to walk, where to go, whether to ask yourself, or to look at the road signs, or to follow the footsteps of others, are all entangled.
Family, women, passers-by, myself, when the fork in the road is so pale, I can only say silently, listen to the destiny of God, go as you like, as for how far you can go, it is your own life.
There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you should force it or force it, and if you don't force it, you will lose forever, because you have already lost to yourself before you start fighting.
I have lost many times, won many times, struggled, struggled, and finally turned into a shower of stars, so there is the loneliness of going to the balcony alone without a word, and the sadness of writing flamboyantly, from drunken play to concubine, to blasphemy, and finally all attributed to the loneliness at the top of the pyramid, few people understand, and wander in the world sadly.
Every time I give myself hope, I have a dream goal with confidence, and then I am shattered by reality, quietly hide and lick my wounds, and I am willing to fall to anesthetize my scarred soul, very scum, and only a little numb, that many layers of disguise may have deceived others.
When the autumn wind swept bleak and the winter snow covered with severe cold, the tears that flowed out of the corners of the eyes calmly when I slept reflected the most real self, and I sighed in my heart.
It wasn't until I saw Ziqing Pavilion that day that I was relieved.
Those who are clear are self-purifying,
Lonely self-appreciation,
Proud,
Only then did Li Qing have it, as for the deep meaning, take a look at the lotus flowers in the Shuimu Tsinghua Garden, and take a look at the wall carvings in the Ziqing Pavilion, you should vaguely understand.