Talk about the love of wild horses

I have always felt that I am a very lazy and special Buddha, unwilling to persist, unwilling to beg humbly, and unwilling to indulge my emotions.

For me, rational restraint is the best way to protect myself.

At least I can have a look when others come, and I won't get hysterical when others leave.

Zhang Ailing said that loving someone will humble yourself to the dust and then blossom. I don't want to, after all, in my bones, I am a person who values self-esteem and dignity more than life.

Why do people who can't get it want it, and why don't they forget the feelings they can't get?

Everyone can be a passer-by in life, and only oneself is the best companion in life.

I sometimes ask myself, when did this start?

When I was four years old, I didn't eat sugar, and then I stopped eating sugar all my life?

Or when I was ten years old, I dreamed of being abandoned in the middle of the night and woke up alone?

When I was a girl, my good girlfriend told me that she just hated me and was jealous of me?

At the age of seventeen, a man took a suitcase and went to an unknown place by train for the first time?

Or at the age of eighteen, I thought it was a beautiful love like gardenia, but it turned out to be a bloody deception?

Or when I was 2 1 year old, I found that my relatives could lie to myself?

I have also advised myself, why care so much? Human nature is complicated. How can we demand truth and purity, whether it is black or white? Even a coin is not just heads and tails.

There is a wild horse in the center of the world, maybe waiting for someone to tame it, but I don't have that big grassland and I don't want to be anyone's grassland.

What I am looking forward to more is that someone will come to me one day. He can stabilize me and stop being displaced. He said to me cheerfully, look, the peach blossoms are in bloom.