Lose one's life haggard, only sell a few dusks

after reading the book one night, I felt a spasm in my stomach, as if I had been hit with a fist.

in the process of reading a book, is constantly aroused pain but vaguely sandwiched with joy. We can answer this paragraph in the book: "amid pain, we seem to be aware of our existence, although the form of this existence is a kind of abnormal egocentrism." But happiness will destroy us and make us lose ourselves. "

the image of the suffering of the Lord Jesus hangs on the cross forever. The lifelike blood stains painted by the painters symbolize the bread and wine of the holy blood of the Eucharist. Using pain, it seems that only pain can go deep into the middle of believers. Ascetics have beaten themselves with thorns in the wilderness, and saints will not get a name if they do not suffer unbearable pain.

this is always the case, and none of this is a problem in an era when beliefs are widespread. There's always an answer. But one day, people announced that God was dead. What is the difference between people who have no faith, people who refuse to believe, and people who have faith or even superstition? The former has no turning back, has amazing courage, and is willing to make a new order or be a permanent skeptic. In my experience, skepticism will one day become the saddest argument.

those who have not experienced deep inner pain will not seek faith. This is Sarah's journey, and the pain comes from her love, exactly what she thought, love in the end.

Love itself is a kind of belief and pain. I can even think that if there is no pain, it is not love. Just like the "I" in the book: if there is no jealousy, there is no love. Love is like a fever, in the delirium of high fever, is it to eliminate germs, or to be wiped out by germs? No, it's not a multiple-choice question. There is only one answer, whether love will disappear or not, you are gone. It's exhausted.

you are not exhausted, you are still alive and high-spirited because true love has never come. You reaped a fake. Like a relaxed believer sitting in a prayer room. You are happy, the light does not come, the shadow will not be shrouded.

in the book, I say, "Love doesn't take that long to exhaust itself." Similarly, in the East, a man named Zhao Lingzhi said: "ruin my whole life haggard, only sell a few dusks." These are two men who have had a lot of women.

you will never arouse your sexual desire except to be with her. You can't fall in love with anyone else. You don't even have instincts anymore. People who have been loyal to one body all their life are not qualified to say this, and "I" is a man who has had promiscuous love, just like those who have not been in the mud, are not qualified to talk about cleanliness. "the beauty of those who have never lost money in virtue is lifeless."

so, as a reader, I believe in all my words and conclusions about love. I understand my fanatical jealousy, the unbearable suspicion, emptiness, and pain after separation. After that, the calm after all is over-a deeper calm than death.

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complement: what is human nature

in the gloomy Victoria Park in winter, husbands and lovers have a difficult conversation. Try to be polite and hide malice and jealousy. Pain does not seem to exist. "I," said the lover, "I want love to go on and on, and never fade."

"This is not in line with human nature, people have to be contented." The husband answered.

the day faded away, and they were still sitting there. This is a prophetic moment, and in the future, these two men will hate each other and rely on each other.

when a person walks into the world, he cannot bear too intense feelings, which will lead to mental confusion and ruin his life. Love is the gift of fate on a whim, just like children get delicious cakes during the festival. after that, they should no longer covet and have a good aftertaste. People have to tell themselves this. How thrilling love, will be transformed into affection, friendship, for habit. Or for a distant memory, under the moon, after drinking, in no one's place, occasionally recall, a touch of carmine in ordinary life. Yes, one must be contented, otherwise, love will die without burial.

the husband was ready to succumb early, and he knew that Sarah, his wife, they were no longer in love. He also knows that she still has feelings for him, that is not love, how can love exist forever? He was calm, without desire, and when he called her, his voice was sweet, his attitude was gentle, and he was close to hypocrisy.

all this is shown in the jealous eyes of "me". Reading this story is better than listening to a lover's incessant prejudices. Or, listening to a skeptic, skeptical and wanton attack on eternal love. The truth is not in the narrative, but the narrator's emotion that there is no way to escape.

readers will be seized by the emotion that burns like a fire and snows like a night of snow. Being in dire straits always runs counter to the normal trend of human nature.

there is a poem that says, "there is always something unstoppable in life." For example, the dawn to be lit up, the dusk to be darkened, the encounter of fate, the predicted parting, the destruction of decadent love, life, and death. "

in the midst of all this, it is human nature that the bottle turns and rushes, seeks advantages, and avoids disadvantages.