Time restricts the orientation of space, space restricts the progress of time, there is a result and there is a reason, no one will always stand on a high place, and no one will always stay on a low ground.

Strange becomes familiar and then strange, maybe only in the blink of an eye, familiar becomes strange and then familiar may take several days and nights, the distance of happiness is shortened by pain, the distance of pain is lengthened by happiness, the light does not get the favor of dreams, the darkness wins all loneliness, everything that is beautiful is always too short, and everything that is dark is always too long.

Misunderstandings have been forgiven, but the pain cannot be completely eliminated, and ruthlessness has been redeemed, but no one can let the past stay forever, and everything that has been forgotten may return to the starting point and have another reincarnation, and those things that have been wanted to be lost have found that they have always wanted to get.

The simple and complex disturb the peace of the mind, leaving a blank mark between troubles and tranquility, the turbulent peace tears the crazy mind, the fulcrum of balance between perfection and incompleteness cannot be found, the friendly and vicious are filled with the seeds of hope, and between fraternity and desire, it outlines a circle and a square figure, all black and white may be colorful in another world, and invisible happiness may have hovered in the next second of pain.

Sorrow, originally occupied by joy, cruel, could have been a relative, ignorant, should have walked with reason, what has been gained may be lost elsewhere, disgust may be joyful and longing for it, cowardice may have gained the favor of self-confidence, all battles do not have to be won or lost, perhaps the pros and cons are what the soul needs most.

Does the universe operate by the laws of nature or free will, in which direction will the bright dawn shift in the gray area where day and night alternate, whether the cycle of life will experience painful ordeal or happiness nourishment, whether the inflated desires in the complex human nature of the best and the dangerous can conquer every majestic peak, whether the lake of emotions gives birth to the majesty of the body or the holiness of the soul, and in the erosive world supported by matter and spirit, in whose palm will the dirty face discard the noble faith。

Strangeness always becomes familiar when it is unexpected, loneliness always becomes happy at the end of the mountain and water, pain always turns into happiness in the twilight years of the old man, the sweet dream persists from the beginning to the beginning of the dream when he wakes up, and the reality is attached to the best feelings and finally reaps all the glory, and all the unexpected is actually in the written reason.

Family affection, from flesh and blood but can no longer feel flesh and blood, dreams, from the heart but can no longer find the simplest original intention, peace, from fantasy but can no longer weave rainbow-like dreams, all the longing has long been changed in the worldly struggle, can not see the source of light can not see the essence of darkness.

The aura of reason restricts the sensual impulse, on the other side of love, it still adheres to the original trust, the true nature of the will exposes the mask of falsehood, chooses the former between the beautiful and the ugly, the value of existence evaluates the weight of the soul, paints the surface of the flesh with a shining color, the transcendental illusion carries the power of experience, and brings the dawn of life to the most beautiful, the law of nature blurs the boundary between loss and possession, so that waiting finally has a return date, and the provisions of society expose the complexity of reality, so that the dream can no longer fill the vacancy of the soul.

The temperature of love drops from the boiling point to the cold freezing point, and then rises from the cold freezing point to the boiling point, the blood-red flame falls from the top of the mountain of happiness to the abyss of pain, and from the abyss of pain to the top of the mountain of happiness, the end of one cycle heralds the beginning of another cycle, just like the passing of time, there is no finite bondage, only an infinite cycle.

The cruel truth squeezes the prosperity of the appearance, and the beauty of the world cannot be seen in the broken dream, the firm faith covers the bruised scars, and the miracle of life is discovered at the moment of the fall of the soul, all turmoil does not represent all sorrows, all peace does not represent all happiness, turmoil and peace may represent happiness and sorrow at the beginning of the dream.

The ordinary and the luxurious are only separated by a thin veil but there is a difference between lowliness and nobility, the strange and the familiar are only separated by a turn but there is a difference between intimacy and alienation, sadness or the original sorrow only reveals a feeling of joy, pain or the original pain is only smeared with the smell of honey, and those things that have been lost may have been rewarded the most on the verge of despair......

Realistic illusions have deceived other people's eyes but can't deceive their own eyes, sibling emotions have stifled the seeds of hatred but intensified the contradictions of love, the key of reason has opened the shackles of sensuality but fetters intellectual wandering, life is not only optimistic but also pessimistic visits, and at the moment when happiness is transformed into pain, all the perfect scores are likely to suddenly fall to zero.

Whether it is consciousness that determines matter or matter that determines consciousness, whether family affection is mixed with the gyokuro of love, whether love affects family affection or family affection affects love, whether happiness is embedded in the ocean of pain, whether it is pain that controls happiness or happiness that controls pain, the complexity of the human heart may be just an abscess that is simply unwilling to be broken, and insight into oneself and others in the quiet and noisy world.

Desire is stimulated from the black hole of pain and eventually returns to the black hole of pain, the best is created from the dream of harmony and eventually returns to the dream of harmony, hatred is brought out of the abyss of sin, and finally it has to return to the abyss of sin.

Power, starting from zero, then reaping full points of glory, and finally returning to the starting point of zero, love, from scratch, withstood the test of parting, and finally won full points of happiness, dreams, from scratch, broke through the walls of fate, on the unknown road, half bright and half sad.

Night and day alternate endlessly, like planets orbiting the stars endlessly, sin and fraternity restrain each other, like torrents and fires, both mingling and antagonistic, quiet and noisy stirring the whole of the mind, just as existence and nothingness dominate the laws of nature, consciousness and matter determine emotional richness and poverty, just as the soul and body await fall and salvation, freedom and slavery collide with the original intention of dreams, just as silence and outburst test the ups and downs of fate, sorrow and joy come from the same face, like the sun and the moon from the same sky。

The perfection of the starting point cannot continue to the perfection of the end, the persistence in the obedience and betrayal in the middle may have long forgotten the most beautiful warmth, the colorfulness of the day cannot continue to the colorfulness of the night, the dusk may have already lost its bleak light color in the heat and coldness of the night, the perfection is only a moment, the color is only a day, the happiness has been a point, and the pain has been nine.