遗忘等同于铭记；这是我们能给予彼此最好的礼物。

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One day, when the wandering July turns her head, the person stepping on her shadow behind her must be An Sheng, who is already living a happy life.

Through his love, she determined her relationship with the world, feeling time and space in an entirely different way, as if entering a profound and formless level that could not be reached by senses or thought. If before this, her perception of life was fragmented, dry, and shattered, then through the channel of emotion, she gained a sense of wholeness—continuous and flowing, endless, a vitality and responsibility that was immeasurable in depth, even though it was filled with contradictions, conflicts, struggles, and pain.

Words that are overly beautiful or perfectly rounded are never true.

Views on objects ultimately reflect our personality in how we live alone and interact with others.

Motto. It is a marker on the map. I read a report about it in a geography magazine many years ago. A photo showed a barefoot porter carrying goods through the forest, with muddy swamps and wet, intertwined branches and vines.

If I have endured the long night, when the sunlight shines, I know I will remember you.

Forgetting is the same as remembering; it is the best gift to give each other.

Those who are too emotional will hurt others and themselves.

The blue of the sky is a disease. - Annie Baby, "August Without End"

In life, some things often suddenly become baseless, like a mirage. Those grand and magnificent visions vanish in an instant.