Freedom and slavery always seem to be isolated by a blank area, they are constantly looking for the gap between the self and the self in the gap between struggle and tolerance, memories and longings always seem to be confused by the image of reality and lose the true nature of life, they keep chasing the dull and noisy steps in the bend of the past and the future, happiness and loneliness always seem to be inspired by the cruelty of war to stimulate a gray hidden pain, they keep comparing the gains and losses of giving up and cherishing in the shadow of completeness and incompleteness, all the peace will still have all kinds of struggles in invisible places, but the measure is not in the outside world but in the heart。

Matter is no longer the original substance, it has stood in the wrong position in the swing of the will, power is no longer the original power, it has lost its instinct to be good in the torrent of greed, honor is no longer the original honor, it has given up the freedom of the soul in the shadow of death, everything is always changing its initial state in the movement of form and image, there is no rapid transformation but there is emotional support.

Selfish love cannot forge emotions as hard as iron in the crucible of desire, wandering at crowded crossroads and unable to find the way forward, indifference hanging on the weeping cheeks does not outline the outline of concern, if all the pain can be felt from outside oneself, happiness does not increase or decrease a point.

Driven by the motive cause, the dependent cause finally reaches the extreme cause, which is both the end of the old and the beginning of the new, and under the dual influence of matter and consciousness, happiness and pain are only images projected by entities in the real world.

The sorrow of dawn stays for a moment in the world of daylight and then returns to the haze of the night, the cry of killing stays in the boiling blood for a moment and returns to the broken heart, the game of thrones stays in the dark trap for a moment and returns to the battlefield of strife, all painful things always find no shadow of happiness, they cannot find the destination of the soul in the carnival of passion, and they cannot get the eternity of time.

Yuan Yi is a product of the world of ideas, and in fact it is a product of the world of phenomena, in the mutual transformation of ontology and interbody, the point becomes a line, the line becomes a surface, and the surface becomes a volume.

The infinite finite makes consciousness a whole in the tunnel of time, the stillness of movement allows the soul to find a new starting point in the latitude of space, and the multitude and scarcity make matter into several elements in the law of cause and effect, and everything that was originally unrelated seems to have suddenly found an answer, and all kinds of changes occur in the general idea.

The complete is not the image of the spirit but the material entity, the same is not the eternal absolute but the temporary relative, the real is not a simple idea but the multiplicity of reality, everything is always at the point of sorrow before seeing the fragility of life, when it begins to reflect on itself little by little to make up for the broken memory, fraternity also gives the soul a warm revelation in the invisible space.

Joy loses the true meaning of joy, in the shadow of nothingness, sees through the humble self, comfort, loses the original intention of ease, grabs every inch of territory in the game of death, compassion loses the concept of mercy, finds the desire to conquer in the blood light of killing, everything that should rise can't withstand the grind and collapses, just like the stars and moon floating in the memory, although beautiful, are only illusions after all.

Harmony and chaos are not all a kind of pain in the scar but restricts the soul to climb to the highest apex, joy and heaviness are not all a shadow in the memory but hinders the future to outline a beautiful picture, the righteous and evil are not all a chasm in consciousness but affect the light to embark on the path of happiness, everything that seems eternal is not as perfect as imagined, in the cycle of light and shadow, good and evil, the incompleteness always collides with balance.

The dream lost its appearance and could no longer find its original warmth, it forgot itself in the absurd reality and sank bravely, the warmth lost the appearance of warmth, and could no longer find the essence of happiness, it greeted death in the bloody battle, met the blood-red dawn, peace lost the outline of peace, and could no longer find a comfortable day, it was obsessed with freedom and enjoyed the pleasure of madness in the killing of war, all the light seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dust, no matter how it was wiped, it could not return to the pure river-like past。

The cruelty of war on the other side of the world may be just a butterfly vibrating its wings, but the damage caused is many times greater than the vibration of a butterfly, and when disaster swallows every area of happiness like an invisible shadow, all compassion is no longer a symbol but a heavy salvation.

Forgiveness and hatred outline the latitude of thought, so that time and space appear in the same moment, pity and cruelty put together the fragments of love, so that memory and the unknown are connected in a straight line, the illusion of reality, the essence of imaginary things, so that the appearance and will reveal the prophecy of disaster, the bright sorrow stirs the flow of nature, so that movement and stillness do not feel their own existence, the measurement of the desire to give up, the height of the ideal, so that struggle and fatigue reflect the particles in the universe, the rise of the depravity, the pursuit of the perfect red sun, so that optimism and pessimism eliminate the huge barrier, all contradictory things are not absolute, which changes its shape in the ups and downs of the audio, influencing the birth of harmony.

Light began to shine again on the other side of the darkness, happiness re-examined the self on the other side of the painful side, and everything was moving little by little in the direction of the upward movement of the red sun under the impetus of reason, but there was still a little noise disturbing the silence before dawn.

The evil of justice determines the direction of the heart, so that the anti-opposition and the anti-the anti cannot see the connection with each other, the depious blasphemy affects the sublimation of the mind, so that the light and the darkness do not touch the traces of broken dreams, the comfortable strife stirs the fog of power, so that peace and war cannot guess the unknown ending, everything seems to change its original shape in the Italian and general rules, whether it is forward or backward, up or down, left or right.

The shadow of dawn cannot touch the entity of happiness, it can only wait for the dawn to wake up on the edge of sorrow, the words of compassion cannot penetrate the material barrier, and can only draw a heavy sigh at the end of the story, the beautiful things can never get the favor of life, so that pessimism swallows everything, it keeps switching roles between brightness and sadness, but always feels lonely.