...... this ............ is ......... ...which ...... child ............? ............ me ...... how ......... ...what ...... is ............ in ...... ...... at ......?

I ............ I ...... I ...... remember... ...got ...... me ...... riding ...... with ...... ...... self ...... line ...... bike ......... ...but ............

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............ are ...... think ...... not... ...up ...... to ...... up ............ ...... dead ...... up ......? ......? ...... good ...... strange ...... strange ......? ...... what ...... what ...... all ...... see... ...not ...... to ...... also ...... listen ...... not ...... to .......

......! ......! ......! ...... hands ...... what about ......? ...... feet ...... and ......? ...... I ...... the ...... body ...... body... ...go ...... where ...... up ......?

(Are you sure you want me to watch super weird subtitles and nothing on the screen? It's just a way of showing it. If you can't stand it, I'll change it back)

I thought I could sleep after I died, but I never thought it would be like this. I'm not going to come out of the mantle to drink the soup and report to the king of hell to reincarnate, right? What is the meaning of life in that case? What is the difference with the person who pushed the stone up the mountain? I wonder how my parents are doing now, they should be in tears, right? After all, they are the only ones left to depend on after I leave. It's a bit sad to leave like this. Obviously owed them, now the opposite is a write-off, things I two clear, left alone a free. I hope they can let go of my business, treat themselves well, and stop worrying about me. Never mind, don't want these, the more you think the more sad. ............ might as well think about something else, thinking about it, Meng Po will come.

Welcome to the Truman Show - alas, so I can't see the world of Truman. What a great movie, the whole film is a third perspective voyeuristic footage. Never giving inner depictions, spiritual monologues. It's like a metaphor for the sanctity of the human self, which remains true even in a fake world. So giving him a motive to escape from the world for love is the right way to express that the emotional truth of the ego can penetrate the false screen to reach the other side of the truth. Not bad, worth repeatedly taste. I think the difference with the Matrix is that it focuses on portraying the beauty of the fictional world, while the Matrix, on the contrary, tries to express the human consciousness wandering between the real of destruction and the fiction of madness, with no way to stay or leave the scene. Even though Leo eventually escapes from the electronic world, it still harbors a kind of skepticism, doubting whether we can arrive at the real, whether we are still not free from the Matrix after taking the pill. In contrast, Truman's choice is instead too simple, typical of the commercial style, deliberately weakening the depth of the theme to facilitate the audience's understanding. But many Hollywood movies are like this.

........................! Now I'm kind of a Truman in a sense. Instead of arriving at the real, I am arriving at nothingness, boundless nothingness. There is no one who can understand the ...... wrong, everyone is going to die, and when they die they will all have this experience, they just can't tell anyone anymore. Well, what is the use of thinking about this? The black and white are not coming, and the black and white are not visible. So banished to the wilderness of consciousness, so ancient that it encompasses the entire history of mankind. This state of pure blackness like weightlessness is too bad, as if I had read it before from history books, I forget whether it was Plato or Socrates, in any case, this state of not seeing anything, nothing can be done is called spirit? Or was it an idea, a concept? Yes, I'm probably a conscious being right now.

(The weightless world of pure blackness, and the screen with only the subtitles flashing, you are a metaphor for the universe of vacuum, right? Oops! I've been caught out)

Butterflies, birds, fish, and a cat. A cat in a dichotomy of life and death. This must be crazy for a cat. Change it to a human being, who is least afraid to make a choice. So should I choose life or death? That's the question. Maybe ...... choose nothing and let the nothingness consume my sanity?

It's good to be alone, I'm used to it. Now I have enough time to look back on those works. The artist's life should be spent in such a way that when he looks back, he will not regret having read too many uninteresting stories, nor will he abandon the great works because he could not understand them. Then, on his deathbed, he can proudly say: 'I have dedicated my entire life to the eternal art of mankind, and great, incomprehensible beauty is as intoxicating to me as the frothy ashes of vodka as the dance of ecstasy! ............ Uh, do I count as an artist? Who cares. I just wish I could be the butterfly reflected in the bubble, the fragrance lurking in the plume, dissipating into an illusory dream in the balmy breeze. The first thing you need to do is to think about what you want to do.

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............ Why don't you talk to them more, if you have many friends, you won't have to do this, right? But listening to them gossip, discussing others is really too boring. The quiet reading, thinking about their lives, exploring the labyrinth of philosophy is enough, not enough for outsiders. This is a pleasure, not thinking about it. The mountains and waters of Sichuan are bleak, twenty-three years abandoned in. The old days are empty, and the flute is not a good idea. .................. No! It's still too bad to be alone. At that time should talk about some normal topics, at least not about the relationship between intellectuals and dynastic changes. Uh ...... seems like I don't have the usual topics to talk about either. You can tell a story, talk about the novel, recommend it to her, let her relieve the pressure of studying. But even if I did, would she listen ............

No, she won't, they won't, and they won't. They are all vulgar, ordinary people, not worth my breath. I shouldn't even be thinking about this right now ............, I should be concentrating on getting back to the screen, back to the story, back to the world of the story ......... ...Sidestep is a special case in his work, one of the few - without any fantasy colors - that is full of youthful energy throughout, with a style that is highly bright, highly saturated, colorful and at the same time The work is not vulgar. I shouldn't have said that to her, I just needed some courage at that time - no, don't think about that . Sideswipe is one of Miyazaki's rare films on the theme of youthful love and city life, and incorporates his characteristic gentleness and calmness into the world of this otherwise passionate story ............ You know she's interested in you, didn't Zhiyue tell Huizai that you You are the little lamb in her eyes, she will eat you up!

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No, don't think about that anymore. What's the point of thinking about this when you're already dead? Dead... dead? It doesn't matter if I'm dead, I can think about whatever I like! No, no, you shouldn't think about that, she's just a vulgar girl, having fantasies about her is just wishful thinking on your part. Don't, you just have to change her. In the infinite nothingness you have eternity. Come on! Are you sure? Come on, you've already thought about her story 369,286 times here anyway, listen to us if you don't want to be the next Nietzsche. You guys? Who else can you have in your head? You are me, we are you ............

Hey! What book are you looking for? Well, I'm looking for Dream Interpretation. Have you read it? No, I don't like reading your big books, they're too boring and uninteresting. Ah! Did you go through my books when I wasn't here? Well, I'm not the only one who's curious, and besides ...... don't you want to know what the meaning of your dreams is? Yes, but it's too complicated, and I don't dream every day, or the horoscope is interesting, hey, do you know if there is a book about the fate of the horoscope in the library? I don't know, why don't I give you a dream interpretation? I guarantee you will be interested in psychoanalysis after listening to it ............

Cut! No, that's not right. How could she be in the library? Xu You wouldn't even go to the library to borrow a book, don't you know her? Of course I understand, but this is a story, not a restoration, there is no need to be exactly the same. No matter, just can not think that way. Hey, you ...... don't argue, I have a better way to start with the birth of the earth. In that case ...... can, but don't try to be too precise, history is too complicated. I also agree, but we only have three, I'm afraid it can not be done, right? Three tables of most, three births, you don't understand this? Okay, then do we have to understand F=0, F=(G×M₁×M₂)/R² or something like that first and master it until we are out of our minds. Of course, the efficiency of three heads is still fast, and there are no five senses, melatonin or other disturbances. And eternal time. That's right!

I think I'm sick, how can a normal person talk to himself. Hey, you're not sick, you're dead how can you still be sick? Only things that die are sick, you're already dead, sickness has nothing to do with you. You are now just an imagination, an illusion, a living phantom. But who dares to say that the living world is real? Ha, let's not talk about that, at least change her name, Xu Xi? Xu Shiqi? Xu Shuyu? Okay, let's settle on this ............

............ It's the winter of 2002, and soon all 4.6 billion years of the past will be over, turning over a new ......... ...uh .................. Well ...... ......! ........................? ..................? ............! ......!!! ............

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(I always thought it was so strange, why does he have a voice when there is nothing left? I matched it, can't I? Then why is there gradually a picture? Imagine! The mind is not only thinking)

The dead silence flowed again, the silvery blue planet was sharply divided into two halves by the morning and evening lines. It seems that someone deliberately wanted to divide it in half, like a cake.

On the avenue of Wu County, Xia He wore a yellow leather jacket and watched the snowflakes drifting around in the sky. The snow is a good omen for the year. It is a good omen.

"Come on, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go to the hospital." Autumn Lily, with her big belly bulging, was lying on a wooden cart, covered with a red and green cotton blanket.

"Okay, okay." Xia He's big, sturdy hands gripped the handle and slowly walked toward the south direction of Flag Street.

"Brother checked for me before and said it was a boy, can't be wrong, right?"

"It's right, brother is a first-class physician, the general public want to find him also have to register in line."

"Hey, don't. The previous two babies were girls, so it's not a guarantee that this one will be a girl too."

"Don't lose confidence in yourself first, the big deal is to have another baby, if you can't go to hold one."

"Okay, okay, okay, don't talk about this mortification."

In the middle of the night, there was no one on the street, only the shadows of Xia He and the cart stretched out under the streetlights. The snowflakes fell on the red and green quilt, and then melted into water, seeping into the cotton wool, soaking out the dark red and green spots. The snow is so stingy to U County that it only comes once in decades. Xiahe's son was lucky to be able to touch the color of snow at the beginning of his life. Perhaps, it is also a misfortune, blood and snow is how coincidental harmonies! The first day of life to feel the desolate cold of this world.

"You just screamed so loudly in the bed, can scare me."

"If you're a woman, you're sleeping in the middle of the night, and suddenly your stomach is kicked to the guts, it's strange not to shout!"

"How is it, is it better now?" Xia He showed a comforting smile, but with a little impure motive of pleasing and selling.

"Well, it's better."

............ "Ah, not good, hurry up ...... stop ......" Qiu Li's five palaces suddenly twisted into a ball, unable to speak.

The sudden change panicked Xia He, he stopped the car, rushed to bend down, but did not know what to do, palms in mid-air open wide like a stiff chicken claw.

"Rush ...... tight ...... on ...... on ...... on ...... medical ......" Xia He immediately reacted and scrambled to grab the trolley and rush to the hospital.

The edges of the cart flowed out of crimson blood, which immediately coagulated and hung stagnant, turning into a dark red mass, behind which the blood flowed over and hung down, forming tiny ice hangings, like the red candle dripping, thick, warm wax oil that was lit on the night of the wedding room in the summer river. The red and green quilts were dyed redder and more colorful, and the green blocks were drenched in large areas. White streets, dark red carts, bright red quilts, and vibrant life.

Dipped into dark red wheels racing down the avenue, rushing across the slippery uneven road and then rolling into the white smooth tiles, Xia He watched the crowd of white coats embracing the stretcher on Qiu Li into the operating room. He finally sat down, painfully and anxiously waiting for the verdict of fate!

"Your wife is out of life-threatening condition, but she is bleeding too much and will not wake up for a while." Hearing this calm announcement, Xia He finally slowed down and hurried to ask.

"Where's the baby, how is the baby?"

"The baby is fine, it's a boy."

"Good, it's good that it's okay."

"Let me lead you to see it, and do the formalities by the way."

"Good, good, go now, it's convenient that way." The doctor wasn't surprised by Natsuya's excited and dull words, he looked calmly at their joys and sorrows. It's just work, just get used to it.

Let's call him Lin Jian!

Xia He put down the child, rubbed his hands, and took a breath. He was now immensely looking forward to the rising of the sun, eager to see the first rays of dawn seen by the newborn.

The snow that had accumulated on the eaves of the hospital windows overnight was white and hazy, slowly turning into a mist under the soft yellow and golden sunrise, drifting away and converging on the chimney, and Qiu Li was already up burning the fire and cooking, ready to welcome the New Year, which was immediately followed by Lin Jian's full moon. It is enough to keep the family busy. And Jian'er is still sleeping soundly in his father-in-law's embrace.