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When I was born, God whispered in my ear, "Love yourself."

当我诞生于这个世界时，上帝曾在我耳边对我说：“好好爱自己。”

Love is the destruction of free consciousness.

爱是自由意识的沉沦。

Please be a butterfly and live for three days on your own passionate and romantic spring day.

请去做一只蝴蝶，在属于自己热情而浪漫的春日活三天。

The grass is happy for a little rain. We love each other.

草地正为一场小雨欢悦，我们彼此深爱这个世界。

"All things and I are absurd silence."

“万物与我都是荒诞的静寂.”

Love is a splendid flower.

爱是一朵灿烂的花。

We are like lonely astronauts in different universes, faint but firm signals from afar, planets whizzing by, you are my forever course.

我们像在不同宇宙的孤独宇航员，远方传来微弱而坚定的信号，身边行星呼啸而过，你是我永远的航向。

You will always live deep in my heart, where tears flow.

你永远活在我心深处，流着泪的地方。

We live in the world when we love it.

我们热爱这个世界时，才真正活在世界上。

I have sat with the world for a long time.

我与这个世界长久地坐着。

Come and go are free wind, miss will meet again.

来去都是自由的风，想念自会再相逢。

People empathize with animals. I began to understand chickens, waking up early and screaming.

人是会和动物共情的，我开始理解鸡，早早醒来然后尖叫。

I am still very young, I hope I can walk through the mountains and rivers, write gentle words, calm love, swaying comfortable alive. Freedom or dignity.

我还是很年轻，我希望自己能走过山山水水，写温柔的字，坦然的爱，飘摇自在的活着。自由或庄重。

"Why do we feel like the emotions in the books are so strong, but the reality is so flat?"

"It's probably because we can easily see the people in the book, but we can't feel the people around us."

“为什么我们总觉得书里的情感轰轰烈烈 ，而现实却平平淡淡呢 ？”

“大抵是因为，我们可以轻易的看到书中人的内心波涛汹涌 ，却体会不到身边人的欲言又止吧 。”

额外分享一段话：

低级的快乐来自放纵，高级的快乐来自克制，所有真实的快乐，一定是很久的努力。人生真的不是用来演绎完美的，而是用来体验的。我们不应该把期待寄托于别人身上，寄托在飘渺的未来里，而是用每一步的努力，来完成一个更好的当下。一两次的失败又怎样，每一份成功都是源于细微的进步和小目标的达成。所以不要在负面情绪里面放逐自己了，更不要仰望他人的闪耀，而是专注于当下。渐渐的你会发现，原来当时我们想要的已经尽在手中。如果自己不够强大，就暂时把自己藏起来，去努力改变自己，在无人问津的地方历练，在孤独的环境中成长。你看到的，是别人漂亮的成绩。你看不到的，是她们在背后付出的坚持和努力，是日复一日的等待和汗水。