Dawn shows its most beautiful moment at the end of the night, because it is also the time when the cold is at its most saturated, bravery at the moment of death shows its truest moment, because it is also the moment when hatred reaches its most heartlessness, faith shows its best time at the boundaries of morality, because it is also the state of indulgence at its peak, all good things always play its greatest role in the most ugly and arrogant moments, and the mind always seems to wrap itself up and refuse to bear the harm of the outside world.

Is it true that joy exists to fight against pain, is faith really established to keep the bottom line of morality, is dawn really ignited to get rid of the demagoguery of darkness, everything seems to have a reason for its appearance, and all this is not determined by man.

Tranquility resolves the contradictions between the internal and external worlds, harmony seems to be permanent in the multiverse, the complexity and changeability of things seem to follow certain laws, and the apparent storms will actually return to their original form.

Light approaches the source of darkness, whether it wants to influence the original intention of sin or to destroy all injustice, whether happiness dispels the haze of pain, whether it wants to take the place of sorrow or want to become a part of it, good things can be transformed into bad things, bad things can also be transformed into good things, all substances that want to be reborn are in the track of reincarnation and choose the future path.

The things that the mind wants are often not what it already has, but what it has been lacking, and if you want to want what you lack and want to continue to stack what you have, then a new round of pain may follow.

The happiness of the flesh is always short-lived, it is far less lasting than the happiness in the soul, the desire has emptied all the luck in fate, it will eventually go on the same path as the nightmare, the loss seems to no longer find a gap to hide, it has already predicted a happy ending in the pessimistic consciousness.

Happiness is either happiness without pain, just as pain is not without pleasure or pain, there is always a state of calm between them to restrain each other, so that happiness does not get the greatest pleasure and pain does not get the greatest pain.

The shadow of sorrow will eventually be replaced by bright light, the painful body will eventually be replaced by the noble soul, the depressed past will eventually be replaced by the transparent present, and everything that has been lost will return to its original origin with a new appearance.

The prosperity of matter makes the speed of the body surpass the speed of the soul, and the poverty of consciousness makes the measurement of time surpass the measure of space, but matter cannot determine the depth of consciousness, consciousness cannot determine the breadth of matter, everything changes its rhythm in the eternal changes, but he is still the same and I am still the same.

There is a part of darkness left in the light, a part of the light is accumulated in the darkness, the root of pain can be found in happiness, the epitome of happiness can be found in pain, the existence of despair can be felt in hope, the spread of hope can also be felt in despair, all good things are likely to become evil things if they are not controlled, and there is no trace of them penetrating into the invisible zero realm.

All things are always changing and displacing in the rules of motion, and those things that seem to be static are actually undergoing subtle changes unconsciously, invisible to the naked eye but can feel their existence at all times.

Everything always runs automatically without interference from the outside world, it seems to be fighting against the outside world in the law of survival, but it understands that the real opponent is actually itself, the outside world has given it an empty shell, and the soul is always its own, and things without souls, no matter how beautiful they are, will eventually sink into the long river and turn into decay.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, the greater the motivation, the greater the pressure, the greater the light, the greater the darkness, in the long river of life, happiness always increases with the increase of pain, happiness always increases with the increase of sorrow, just like how much praise you have received must bear how much slander.

One is not many, many is not one, there seems to be a connection between one and many, there seems to be nothing between one and many, the whole is not a part, the part is not a whole, there seems to be a subordinate relationship between the whole and the part and it seems to be nothing, the same is not different, the different is not the same, the same and the different seem to be eternally opposed and there seems to be some kind of induction, everything affects the world of phenomena and the world of ideas in the laws of nature, there is no non-existent and there is no non-existent.

One does not exist in the secular world, there should be many, and the idea of one guides many, and then creates all kinds of miscellaneous things, and there is a kind of relationship between them, and existence appears superfluous and empty.

No matter how beautiful the dawn is, it will eventually accept the rotation of dusk, no matter how eternal happiness is, it will wait for the baptism of pain, and no matter how ruthless death is, it will eventually usher in the joy of birth.

Brightness and sorrow will eventually meet at the end of reason, pity and indifference will eventually meet at the end of reason, gentleness and tyranny will eventually meet at the center of intellectuality, strangeness and familiarity will eventually meet at the center of intellectuality, seclusion and prosperity will eventually meet at the beginning of sensuality, light and darkness will eventually meet at the beginning of sensuality, everything seems to be undergoing reincarnation again and again under the arrangement of fate, and there is a peaceful beginning and a peaceful end after all.

The extension of the finite to the infinite is a never-ending cycle, the extension of the short to the eternal is a turnaround of day and night, the extension of the complex to the minimalist is a process of breaking the whole into parts, and the most gorgeous thing falling into the dust may be a new style, although this style is the most simple but the easiest to move people's hearts.

The cruel place is still cruel, despair will not easily take off the guard when fraternity does not come, the cool night is still slightly cool, the cold will not easily lose the disguise when the light flame does not come, the hazy fantasy is still hazy, the lie will not easily retract the deception when the truth does not come, all the pain is always generated by itself, slowly re-infecting everyone, and finally away from happiness and close to worry.

The simple and the complex are at the two extremes, but they will one day transform into each other, bewilderment and sobriety are like two collections, but they will not always be a single individual, although love and desire are mutually exclusive, they do not give up the opportunity to meet, the cycle of life swings freely on the balance of time and space, finds a balance, and then tilts to the other end.