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A chair, a microphone, a beam of lights.
That's all there is to it.
Familiar scenes, familiar tastes, even the light and shadows and dust floating in the air still seem to carry the familiar breath that has settled down over time. As the years go by, some things still maintain their original pure appearance. The core meaning-it is people who change after all.
The whispering, murmured conversation was surging in the pioneer village, and then someone walked up to the stage, carrying a guitar and a keyboard on his back, placing the keyboard in a familiar way, plugging in the stereo, and aiming at it. Microphone, after the busy schedule, adjust the position of the guitar and sit down.
Adjust the microphone, adjust the sitting posture, adjust the strings, a series of actions are very skillful, and you can even faintly perceive a faint sense of comfort, seem to be completely immersed in your own world, focused and engaged, just like a craftsman, devoting himself wholeheartedly In your own craft.
The drinkers who were drinking and chatting inadvertently cast their sights on the stage. The smiles between the coveted faces slowly solidified at the corners of their mouths, turning into a trace of doubt, some surprise, some confusion, and some sluggishness. Some people looked at each other. Switching their eyes to find the answer, some people stared at the figure on the stage intently, while some people looked around for Stanley's figure to try to find an answer.
Of course, more people are still immersed in conversations and small chats, and then you can faintly feel that the atmosphere in the bar is undergoing subtle changes.
One after another, the line of sight was projected toward the stage, and he couldn't help but fell into a similar situation. No one understood what was going on. There were question marks waiting to be answered, and there was no time to express shock and surprise:
Who can explain, what is going on?
Gradually, gradually, the attention slowed down, and then it was relieved-does this need an accident? Is this a surprise? Is this an accident?
The answer... it seems as if it might, probably... it should be negative.
That is Renly Hall.
Renly, who has just won the best actor for the second time in Cannes, is constantly creating history, writing miracles, and constantly breaking concepts. Now the world's leading Renly... But it is this unique Renly, the same. It is also the Lanli who came out of the pioneer village.
No one should forget and no one will forget the past of Lan Li. Just over a year ago, the release of "Drunk Country Folk Songs" once again awakened people's memories of pioneer villages; then, Lan Li's reappearance tonight seems to be a natural extension, and no one should be surprised and surprised.
Everything is like this... Seemingly familiar, breaking into real life from movie pictures, from word-of-mouth rumors to real plots in front of us, the subtle texture of half-truths, dreamlike and illusion, so that pioneer villages have also changed. It's amazing, like entering "Midnight Paris" under Woody Allen's lens—maybe, this is midnight New York, the golden age of time is slowly flowing, making people indulged and intoxicated.
"Hey, good evening."
Lan Li’s voice came from the microphone, with a slight smile on his face, and he shrugged slightly, "Sorry for interrupting your original plan. Now Eastern Time is approaching midnight. As usual, tonight’s The live performances are all over, and the next is the good time for you to enjoy your time; but I stubbornly obtained a little privilege from Stanley, to be on the stage and enjoy a moment of spotlight."
Of course this is a joke.
In fact, Stanley took the initiative to send an invitation to Lan Li, asking if Lan Li would like to perform on stage and enjoy a moment of his own time.
Lan Li agreed.
"Actually, you can completely ignore my existence and continue to enjoy the night that belongs to you. Believe me, I will let myself blend into the background as much as possible. You don't need to listen to my disease-free groaning. Just ignore it."
Lan Li's freehand brushwork caused Neil to whistle. Amidst the low laughter on the scene, Neil raised his voice and said, "Stop talking nonsense, and act quickly." This made the customers laugh more and more cheerfully, urging one after another. The sound and ridicule make Pioneer Village feel relaxed and lively.
It's like countless nights in the pioneer village. There are no accidents and nothing special. The drinkers just relax and enjoy the show.
"Shut up. Don't you pay to listen to my self-pity Mi Mi's voice here?" Lan Li's straightforward retort made the scene full of laughter——
Lan Li is complaining about certain singers or artists for "excessive sharing of their private lives"?
This is very, very interesting, and it is worth digging deeper.
"I can talk here for thirty minutes, but obviously..."
"Please continue to talk." Lan Li's words were interrupted by the shouts under the stage, and then there was a burst of laughter from the whole bar.
Lan Li didn't panic, and raised his eyebrows. "Why don't I know, when did Pioneer Village start the solo talk show night?"
"Only for you!" Someone still shouted under the stage.
Amidst the roar of laughter, Lan Li showed a grimace expression, "But regret is not just for you." Such a hard response made the whole bar clapped and laughed, and then Lan Li went on to say, "More importantly, , I don't want to. And this is my stage, so I guess you can only bear it."
The laughter couldn't stop at all.
Lan Li is not the kind of overbearing tone, but a touch of pride in the ridicule. The subtle difference makes the scene really have the texture of a solo talk show.
"Huh, great, I'm ready to start singing now. Let me tell you in advance that video recording is prohibited at the scene, otherwise I may step off the stage at any time to warn me in the form of physical conflict. I think you don't want the pioneer village to become the newest one. The shooting scene of the sequel to'Rocky'."
Lan Lixin’s sense of humor pushed the atmosphere of the bar to a climax at midnight, and the slightly drunken state infused the atmosphere of the scene, which was intoxicating.
Turning around, Lan Li placed his hands on the keyboard, and the guitar hanging on his shoulders was a little heavy.
Lan Li hesitated.
Which song should he perform? "Drunk Country Folk Song" soundtrack? "Don Quixote"? Or maybe...
In fact, Lan Li was not sure what he was going to do. Stanley made a request, but he did not resist, so he nodded and agreed; but he did not seriously think about the specific reasons and how to do it. Perhaps, it should be like the substitute stage back then:
Just enjoy it.
There is no need to think about so many reasons and reasons, and there is no need to entangle the meaning and form behind it, just relax... enjoy it.
The muscles were slightly relaxed, and the fingertips fell on the black and white keys, and the cool, ding-dong musical notes flowed slowly under the goose-yellow spotlight.
Ding dong ding dong. Ding dong ding dong.
The key tones were gently tapped in the atrium, and the strong emotions rose like smoke, hidden in the chest cavity. The intricate emotions were transmitted to the notes through the strength of the fingertips, and the crystal clear melody symbols slowly flowed out. Flap your wings and stop quietly.
Gradually, it became quiet like this, the kind of silence.
Outside the bar, you can still capture the noise of the vehicle engine and the shouting of the drunk; inside the bar, there are still the sound of low-voicing conversations and the hot and dull atmosphere... These messy and trivial sounds have not disappeared, but they are more and more contrasting. The voice came out and the breathing was quiet.
Slow your breath, hold your voice, and just calm down in the moving and graceful melody, watching the Lan Li in the spotlight quietly, the solitary Lan Li in the spotlight.
Stanley's nose turned sour inexplicably. He could perceive Renly's loss and confusion, but he didn't know how to help. The only thing he could do was to wait for the pioneer village and stand in place, like Sisyphus, over and over again. Pushing the stone that can never be pushed up.
Staring at Lan Li, the time went back, as if he was back in the distant past again. The young man with a bright smile was so pure and so sincere. The bright eyes made him envy and yearning, he said His name is Lan Li-Hall, an actor.
"For a long time it was just a fanatic, sweaty and impulsive believers."
Lan Li spoke up, the unadorned voice without any modification, but it showed the loss and dazedness hidden in the depths of his soul vividly and vividly:
This is just a craze~www.novelhall.com~ like a fever, chasing dreams with a heart of innocence, sweating and venting all, impulse and enthusiasm occupy the brain, like a devious believer, no matter what He sprinted in spite of himself, but ran without knowing what direction he was sprinting in. He just believed in an illusory "belief", but chased like moths into flames and burning jade.
When one day, the fever subsided and the excitement dissipated, when I turned around, I found that everything was just a dream. So, what will happen?
Do dreams really exist? Or, is it really meaningful? What are you pursuing after all the hard work?
What is the meaning of life?
That kind of dazedness is confusion and struggle, and even more the pain of self-doubt, self-denial, and self-lost, just like Nietzsche who thinks about the "meaning of self-existence" and falls into madness.
When we begin to question our existence, does this "self" really exist? Or, in other words, those existences that you once thought were nothing more than illusions? More importantly, how should we verify it? How should we find the truth in the illusion and reality?
If you can't find it, will you be like Nietzsche and bury yourself in the end?
Stanley fell silent. He knew he couldn't help Lan Li, because he couldn't reach the height of Lan Li at all, and he couldn't even understand Lan Li's confusion. The only thing he can do is stay where he is, hold on to the pioneer village, and then tell Lan Li that his persistence is meaningful, that's all.
But the eye sockets still warmed slightly, and the heart trembled uncontrollably.
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A chair, a microphone, a beam of lights.
That's all there is to it.
Familiar scenes, familiar tastes, even the light and shadows and dust floating in the air still seem to carry the familiar breath that has settled down over time. As the years go by, some things still maintain their original pure appearance. The core meaning-it is people who change after all.
The whispering, murmured conversation was surging in the pioneer village, and then someone walked up to the stage, carrying a guitar and a keyboard on his back, placing the keyboard in a familiar way, plugging in the stereo, and aiming at it. Microphone, after the busy schedule, adjust the position of the guitar and sit down.
Adjust the microphone, adjust the sitting posture, adjust the strings, a series of actions are very skillful, and you can even faintly perceive a faint sense of comfort, seem to be completely immersed in your own world, focused and engaged, just like a craftsman, devoting himself wholeheartedly In your own craft.
The drinkers who were drinking and chatting inadvertently cast their sights on the stage. The smiles between the coveted faces slowly solidified at the corners of their mouths, turning into a trace of doubt, some surprise, some confusion, and some sluggishness. Some people looked at each other. Switching their eyes to find the answer, some people stared at the figure on the stage intently, while some people looked around for Stanley's figure to try to find an answer.
Of course, more people are still immersed in conversations and small chats, and then you can faintly feel that the atmosphere in the bar is undergoing subtle changes.
One after another, the line of sight was projected toward the stage, and he couldn't help but fell into a similar situation. No one understood what was going on. There were question marks waiting to be answered, and there was no time to express shock and surprise:
Who can explain, what is going on?
Gradually, gradually, the attention slowed down, and then it was relieved-does this need an accident? Is this a surprise? Is this an accident?
The answer... it seems as if it might, probably... it should be negative.
That is Renly Hall.
Renly, who has just won the best actor for the second time in Cannes, is constantly creating history, writing miracles, and constantly breaking concepts. Now the world's leading Renly... But it is this unique Renly, the same. It is also the Lanli who came out of the pioneer village.
No one should forget and no one will forget the past of Lan Li. Just over a year ago, the release of "Drunk Country Folk Songs" once again awakened people's memories of pioneer villages; then, Lan Li's reappearance tonight seems to be a natural extension, and no one should be surprised and surprised.
Everything is like this... Seemingly familiar, breaking into real life from movie pictures, from word-of-mouth rumors to real plots in front of us, the subtle texture of half-truths, dreamlike and illusion, so that pioneer villages have also changed. It's amazing, like entering "Midnight Paris" under Woody Allen's lens—maybe, this is midnight New York, the golden age of time is slowly flowing, making people indulged and intoxicated.
"Hey, good evening."
Lan Li’s voice came from the microphone, with a slight smile on his face, and he shrugged slightly, "Sorry for interrupting your original plan. Now Eastern Time is approaching midnight. As usual, tonight’s The live performances are all over, and the next is the good time for you to enjoy your time; but I stubbornly obtained a little privilege from Stanley, to be on the stage and enjoy a moment of spotlight."
Of course this is a joke.
In fact, Stanley took the initiative to send an invitation to Lan Li, asking if Lan Li would like to perform on stage and enjoy a moment of his own time.
Lan Li agreed.
"Actually, you can completely ignore my existence and continue to enjoy the night that belongs to you. Believe me, I will let myself blend into the background as much as possible. You don't need to listen to my disease-free groaning. Just ignore it."
Lan Li's freehand brushwork caused Neil to whistle. Amidst the low laughter on the scene, Neil raised his voice and said, "Stop talking nonsense, and act quickly." This made the customers laugh more and more cheerfully, urging one after another. The sound and ridicule make Pioneer Village feel relaxed and lively.
It's like countless nights in the pioneer village. There are no accidents and nothing special. The drinkers just relax and enjoy the show.
"Shut up. Don't you pay to listen to my self-pity Mi Mi's voice here?" Lan Li's straightforward retort made the scene full of laughter——
Lan Li is complaining about certain singers or artists for "excessive sharing of their private lives"?
This is very, very interesting, and it is worth digging deeper.
"I can talk here for thirty minutes, but obviously..."
"Please continue to talk." Lan Li's words were interrupted by the shouts under the stage, and then there was a burst of laughter from the whole bar.
Lan Li didn't panic, and raised his eyebrows. "Why don't I know, when did Pioneer Village start the solo talk show night?"
"Only for you!" Someone still shouted under the stage.
Amidst the roar of laughter, Lan Li showed a grimace expression, "But regret is not just for you." Such a hard response made the whole bar clapped and laughed, and then Lan Li went on to say, "More importantly, , I don't want to. And this is my stage, so I guess you can only bear it."
The laughter couldn't stop at all.
Lan Li is not the kind of overbearing tone, but a touch of pride in the ridicule. The subtle difference makes the scene really have the texture of a solo talk show.
"Huh, great, I'm ready to start singing now. Let me tell you in advance that video recording is prohibited at the scene, otherwise I may step off the stage at any time to warn me in the form of physical conflict. I think you don't want the pioneer village to become the newest one. The shooting scene of the sequel to'Rocky'."
Lan Lixin’s sense of humor pushed the atmosphere of the bar to a climax at midnight, and the slightly drunken state infused the atmosphere of the scene, which was intoxicating.
Turning around, Lan Li placed his hands on the keyboard, and the guitar hanging on his shoulders was a little heavy.
Lan Li hesitated.
Which song should he perform? "Drunk Country Folk Song" soundtrack? "Don Quixote"? Or maybe...
In fact, Lan Li was not sure what he was going to do. Stanley made a request, but he did not resist, so he nodded and agreed; but he did not seriously think about the specific reasons and how to do it. Perhaps, it should be like the substitute stage back then:
Just enjoy it.
There is no need to think about so many reasons and reasons, and there is no need to entangle the meaning and form behind it, just relax... enjoy it.
The muscles were slightly relaxed, and the fingertips fell on the black and white keys, and the cool, ding-dong musical notes flowed slowly under the goose-yellow spotlight.
Ding dong ding dong. Ding dong ding dong.
The key tones were gently tapped in the atrium, and the strong emotions rose like smoke, hidden in the chest cavity. The intricate emotions were transmitted to the notes through the strength of the fingertips, and the crystal clear melody symbols slowly flowed out. Flap your wings and stop quietly.
Gradually, it became quiet like this, the kind of silence.
Outside the bar, you can still capture the noise of the vehicle engine and the shouting of the drunk; inside the bar, there are still the sound of low-voicing conversations and the hot and dull atmosphere... These messy and trivial sounds have not disappeared, but they are more and more contrasting. The voice came out and the breathing was quiet.
Slow your breath, hold your voice, and just calm down in the moving and graceful melody, watching the Lan Li in the spotlight quietly, the solitary Lan Li in the spotlight.
Stanley's nose turned sour inexplicably. He could perceive Renly's loss and confusion, but he didn't know how to help. The only thing he could do was to wait for the pioneer village and stand in place, like Sisyphus, over and over again. Pushing the stone that can never be pushed up.
Staring at Lan Li, the time went back, as if he was back in the distant past again. The young man with a bright smile was so pure and so sincere. The bright eyes made him envy and yearning, he said His name is Lan Li-Hall, an actor.
"For a long time it was just a fanatic, sweaty and impulsive believers."
Lan Li spoke up, the unadorned voice without any modification, but it showed the loss and dazedness hidden in the depths of his soul vividly and vividly:
This is just a craze~www.novelhall.com~ like a fever, chasing dreams with a heart of innocence, sweating and venting all, impulse and enthusiasm occupy the brain, like a devious believer, no matter what He sprinted in spite of himself, but ran without knowing what direction he was sprinting in. He just believed in an illusory "belief", but chased like moths into flames and burning jade.
When one day, the fever subsided and the excitement dissipated, when I turned around, I found that everything was just a dream. So, what will happen?
Do dreams really exist? Or, is it really meaningful? What are you pursuing after all the hard work?
What is the meaning of life?
That kind of dazedness is confusion and struggle, and even more the pain of self-doubt, self-denial, and self-lost, just like Nietzsche who thinks about the "meaning of self-existence" and falls into madness.
When we begin to question our existence, does this "self" really exist? Or, in other words, those existences that you once thought were nothing more than illusions? More importantly, how should we verify it? How should we find the truth in the illusion and reality?
If you can't find it, will you be like Nietzsche and bury yourself in the end?
Stanley fell silent. He knew he couldn't help Lan Li, because he couldn't reach the height of Lan Li at all, and he couldn't even understand Lan Li's confusion. The only thing he can do is stay where he is, hold on to the pioneer village, and then tell Lan Li that his persistence is meaningful, that's all.
But the eye sockets still warmed slightly, and the heart trembled uncontrollably.
()
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A chair, a microphone, a beam of lights.That's all there is to it.Familiar scenes, familiar tastes, even the light and shadows and dust floating in the air still seem to carry the familiar breath that has settled down over time. As the years go by, some things still maintain their original pure appearance. The core meaning-it is people who change after all.The whispering, murmured conversation was surging in the pioneer village, and then someone walked up to the stage, carrying a guitar and a keyboard on his back, placing the keyboard in a familiar way, plugging in the stereo, and aiming at it. Microphone, after the busy schedule, adjust the position of the guitar and sit down.Adjust the microphone, adjust the sitting posture, adjust the strings, a series of actions are very skillful, and you can even faintly perceive a faint sense of comfort, seem to be completely immersed in your own world, focused and engaged, just like a craftsman, devoting himself wholeheartedly In your own craft.The drinkers who were drinking and chatting inadvertently cast their sights on the stage. The smiles between the coveted faces slowly solidified at the corners of their mouths, turning into a trace of doubt, some surprise, some confusion, and some sluggishness. Some people looked at each other. Switching their eyes to find the answer, some people stared at the figure on the stage intently, while some people looked around for Stanley's figure to try to find an answer.Of course, more people are still immersed in conversations and small chats, and then you can faintly feel that the atmosphere in the bar is undergoing subtle changes.One after another, the line of sight was projected toward the stage, and he couldn't help but fell into a similar situation. No one understood what was going on. There were question marks waiting to be answered, and there was no time to express shock and surprise:Who can explain, what is going on?Gradually, gradually, the attention slowed down, and then it was relieved-does this need an accident? Is this a surprise? Is this an accident?The answer... it seems as if it might, probably... it should be negative.That is Renly Hall.Renly, who has just won the best actor for the second time in Cannes, is constantly creating history, writing miracles, and constantly breaking concepts. Now the world's leading Renly... But it is this unique Renly, the same. It is also the Lanli who came out of the pioneer village.No one should forget and no one will forget the past of Lan Li. Just over a year ago, the release of "Drunk Country Folk Songs" once again awakened people's memories of pioneer villages; then, Lan Li's reappearance tonight seems to be a natural extension, and no one should be surprised and surprised.Everything is like this... Seemingly familiar, breaking into real life from movie pictures, from word-of-mouth rumors to real plots in front of us, the subtle texture of half-truths, dreamlike and illusion, so that pioneer villages have also changed. It's amazing, like entering "Midnight Paris" under Woody Allen's lensmaybe, this is midnight New York, the golden age of time is slowly flowing, making people indulged and intoxicated."Hey, good evening."Lan Li's voice came from the microphone, with a slight smile on his face, and he shrugged slightly, "Sorry for interrupting your original plan. Now Eastern Time is approaching midnight. As usual, tonight's The live performances are all over, and the next is the good time for you to enjoy your time; but I stubbornly obtained a little privilege from Stanley, to be on the stage and enjoy a moment of spotlight."Of course this is a joke.In fact, Stanley took the initiative to send an invitation to Lan Li, asking if Lan Li would like to perform on stage and enjoy a moment of his own time.Lan Li agreed."Actually, you can completely ignore my existence and continue to enjoy the night that belongs to you. Believe me, I will let myself blend into the background as much as possible. You don't need to listen to my disease-free groaning. Just ignore it."Lan Li's freehand brushwork caused Neil to whistle. Amidst the low laughter on the scene, Neil raised his voice and said, "Stop talking nonsense, and act quickly." This made the customers laugh more and more cheerfully, urging one after another. The sound and ridicule make Pioneer Village feel relaxed and lively.It's like countless nights in the pioneer village. There are no accidents and nothing special. The drinkers just relax and enjoy the show."Shut up. Don't you pay to listen to my self-pity Mi Mi's voice here?" Lan Li's straightforward retort made the scene full of laughterLan Li is complaining about certain singers or artists for "excessive sharing of their private lives"?This is very, very interesting, and it is worth digging deeper."I can talk here for thirty minutes, but obviously...""Please continue to talk." Lan Li's words were interrupted by the shouts under the stage, and then there was a burst of laughter from the whole bar.Lan Li didn't panic, and raised his eyebrows. "Why don't I know, when did Pioneer Village start the solo talk show night?""Only for you!" Someone still shouted under the stage.Amidst the roar of laughter, Lan Li showed a grimace expression, "But regret is not just for you." Such a hard response made the whole bar clapped and laughed, and then Lan Li went on to say, "More importantly, , I don't want to. And this is my stage, so I guess you can only bear it."The laughter couldn't stop at all.Lan Li is not the kind of overbearing tone, but a touch of pride in the ridicule. The subtle difference makes the scene really have the texture of a solo talk show."Huh, great, I'm ready to start singing now. Let me tell you in advance that video recording is prohibited at the scene, otherwise I may step off the stage at any time to warn me in the form of physical conflict. I think you don't want the pioneer village to become the newest one. The shooting scene of the sequel to'Rocky'."Lan Lixin's sense of humor pushed the atmosphere of the bar to a climax at midnight, and the slightly drunken state infused the atmosphere of the scene, which was intoxicating.Turning around, Lan Li placed his hands on the keyboard, and the guitar hanging on his shoulders was a little heavy.Lan Li hesitated.Which song should he perform? "Drunk Country Folk Song" soundtrack? "Don Quixote"? Or maybe...In fact, Lan Li was not sure what he was going to do. Stanley made a request, but he did not resist, so he nodded and agreed; but he did not seriously think about the specific reasons and how to do it. Perhaps, it should be like the substitute stage back then:Just enjoy it.There is no need to think about so many reasons and reasons, and there is no need to entangle the meaning and form behind it, just relax... enjoy it.The muscles were slightly relaxed, and the fingertips fell on the black and white keys, and the cool, ding-dong musical notes flowed slowly under the goose-yellow spotlight.Ding dong ding dong. Ding dong ding dong.The key tones were gently tapped in the atrium, and the strong emotions rose like smoke, hidden in the chest cavity. The intricate emotions were transmitted to the notes through the strength of the fingertips, and the crystal clear melody symbols slowly flowed out. Flap your wings and stop quietly.Gradually, it became quiet like this, the kind of silence.Outside the bar, you can still capture the noise of the vehicle engine and the shouting of the drunk; inside the bar, there are still the sound of low-voicing conversations and the hot and dull atmosphere... These messy and trivial sounds have not disappeared, but they are more and more contrasting. The voice came out and the breathing was quiet.Slow your breath, hold your voice, and just calm down in the moving and graceful melody, watching the Lan Li in the spotlight quietly, the solitary Lan Li in the spotlight.Stanley's nose turned sour inexplicably. He could perceive Renly's loss and confusion, but he didn't know how to help. The only thing he could do was to wait for the pioneer village and stand in place, like Sisyphus, over and over again. Pushing the stone that can never be pushed up.Staring at Lan Li, the time went back, as if he was back in the distant past again. The young man with a bright smile was so pure and so sincere. The bright eyes made him envy and yearning, he said His name is Lan Li-Hall, an actor."For a long time it was just a fanatic, sweaty and impulsive believers."Lan Li spoke up, the unadorned voice without any modification, but it showed the loss and dazedness hidden in the depths of his soul vividly and vividly:This is just a craze~www.novelhall.com~ like a fever, chasing dreams with a heart of innocence, sweating and venting all, impulse and enthusiasm occupy the brain, like a devious believer, no matter what He sprinted in spite of himself, but ran without knowing what direction he was sprinting in. He just believed in an illusory "belief", but chased like moths into flames and burning jade.When one day, the fever subsided and the excitement dissipated, when I turned around, I found that everything was just a dream. So, what will happen?Do dreams really exist? Or, is it really meaningful? What are you pursuing after all the hard work?What is the meaning of life?That kind of dazedness is confusion and struggle, and even more the pain of self-doubt, self-denial, and self-lost, just like Nietzsche who thinks about the "meaning of self-existence" and falls into madness.When we begin to question our existence, does this "self" really exist? Or, in other words, those existences that you once thought were nothing more than illusions? More importantly, how should we verify it? How should we find the truth in the illusion and reality?If you can't find it, will you be like Nietzsche and bury yourself in the end?Stanley fell silent. He knew he couldn't help Lan Li, because he couldn't reach the height of Lan Li at all, and he couldn't even understand Lan Li's confusion. The only thing he can do is stay where he is, hold on to the pioneer village, and then tell Lan Li that his persistence is meaningful, that's all.But the eye sockets still warmed slightly, and the heart trembled uncontrollably.Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. 4Fiction Network Mobile Edition Reading URL:
