I once had a very interesting dream. I dreamed that I was one of ten thousand ants. At first we worked together to build a house. Later, I refused to work for the ant queen. I borrowed the big arrow of Ice Archer She shot, and then the ant colony became chaotic, and everyone scattered. When I was hunted down, I was lost in the vast starry sky, and I couldn't wake up.
This title was thought up three years ago, but I didn't know where to start. During this time, I thought of this title again, and felt that I could use my fingers to type some words.
I was walking with Lao Ding on the quiet street at night before, and I suddenly asked him if he felt that life is meaningless. In this vast time and space, we are really like a small ant, maybe it is a prison created by God for us, We may just be dusty playthings in his eyes.
Lao Ding said that more or less people should have had this kind of seemingly absurd but unfalsifiable idea. There must be philosophies about the world everywhere in life.
I joked that maybe we are a sperm, doing irregular movements, just like molecular heat movement. After thinking about it to the extreme, he could only look at the dark sky and was speechless.
Recently, I like to wear a hat to go out, as if I am avoiding my inner anxiety and loathing this humble self. Recently, I also closed the WeChat circle of friends. Every day, all kinds of people show the information they are willing to show, and I always feel too depressed and restrained. Surrounded by these complicated information every day, I even forgot to think. I started to follow others¡¯ opinions, and I started to fantasize about beautiful dreams. I started to act like a wanderer, wanting to show every inch of my skin to others. Let people cheer for me. However, after gaining some envious or jealous attention, there is only one person who is overwhelmed with sorrow. I use a bottle of high-end red wine to tease others. I think this is sharing, and then I drink endless hesitation with a lonely glass. . Those beautiful dreams that are luxurious in front of others are created with humble lies. I look at the sad self in the mirror, doubt my face, my eyes, doubt my hair, doubt my heart, doubt my everything, I It seems that my emotions and even my life have been faked by me. How sad I thought that I saw the world on a mobile phone, as if I was a frog hiding at the bottom of a well, took a look at a tree at the mouth of the well with my mobile phone, thought it was the world, and then got excited I pulled my friends to watch the world in my eyes together.
I remember one time when I was reading a traditional Chinese book, I told my friends to read the traditional Chinese characters vertically, and read them slowly. You have to read the corresponding characters in your heart, and there is a process of conversion. But good to remember what was seen. Then they all came to a conclusion: so people should be a little more complicated, allowing others to slowly untie your clothes and your heart.
Lao Zhao came to this conclusion in response to my words: You used to be easily undressed by others, but now you feel that you need to be reserved so as not to appear slutty.
I pretended to have a deep discussion: what we are talking about is not whether the clothes are easy to take off, but the diversity of characters, the world is colorful, and people should also have this feature, so that others can take off your clothes Outerwear means taking off your underwear, taking off your underwear and taking off your skin and the deep desire in your heart.
I just think that people's hearts are very complicated now, but it is easy for people to see the end at a glance. For example, most people's sad faces are caused by lack of money. It's like seeing an ordinary forty-year-old woman, you may judge that her breasts are sagging, but if this forty-year-old woman is still beautiful and elegantly dressed, you may think her breasts are still firm. Here, this woman with firm breasts has maintained the diversity of her life, so her breasts are still firm. Even though she has undergone plastic surgery, she still maintains her diversity as a human being.
During the Spring Festival, too many people collected five blessings, I received a lot of asking for it, but I was not interested in it. When my apprentice asked me for it, I sent her a small red envelope and told her that the small red envelope It will definitely be more than the money she received after collecting all the money. Are people bored enough to spend ten days and half a month excitedly asking for that one or two yuan red envelope? My statement may be a little extreme, but for me, it is extremely rational.
Looking back, it seems that the above has nothing to do with the title "Ten Thousand Ants", however, this may be my style.
Turning my head to the side, looking out the window, cars coming and going, people coming and going, like walking ants, all become the scenery in my eyes, where is the car going? Where are people going? Who knows, we are all just ants in the sky. Although they are all ants, ants should also have a philosophical meaning in this life-and-death relationship. If you want to go deeper, it is futile. Maybe you can think about whether you want to be a perverted ant, or an ant that loves to eat shit, or what kind of ant you want to be. Some ants have at least eaten shit ,But some ants have never even seen shit, and they are all quite funny.
I saw a large bus full of people, and imagined that this bus would carry people to the end of the long river of life day after day, and I could see the endless loop at the end. However, some people are unwilling to repeat the tedious repetition. After staying in one cage for a long time, they will also want to jump out of another cage. Those who are looking for freedom will also lock themselves into the prison of freedom. About the world, only about people themselves. We are all the cats living in Schr?dinger's box, nothing more than finding our own certainty in uncertainty, how to find it is our own choice.
In this car, I would expect someone to rob me at gunpoint, and I would jump out of the car halfway through. Earlier, a female friend told me that her parents forced her to get married, but she didn't want to get married, she was not too young, and her parents were also very old, so she was always entangled in this matter. I said it very seriously: It is nothing more than a multiple-choice question. If you tell them that you are not married, it is nothing more than accusing yourself of being unfilial. If you choose to marry obediently, you may meet a good man, or you may feel unhappy. The point is, do you have the courage to make a definite choice.
Too many problems are related to the established system naturally formed in this society, and people inside the system live what they think is a good life, break through the system, and people outside the system are likely to live the life they like. You like roses, I like weeds, they look different, but in the development of history, an inevitable state of seeking common ground while reserving differences has formed, and this requires more openness and tolerance.
Ten thousand ants in the same nest will eventually get separated, and those entanglements involved with each other will eventually disappear. Who would know the excitement of those who jumped to their deaths and chose to escape? As Zhuangzi said: The son is not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?
I especially like a sentence in Xu Zhimo's reply to Liang Qichao's letter expressing concern about his dismissal of Zhang Youyi and his choice of Lu Xiaoman:
I taste the essence of my soul to condense it into an ideal pearl, containing it with my passionate efforts to illuminate my profound spiritual palace. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com