How to understand "the left eye is prosperous and the right eye is desolate"?

If you look at life in the same way, unless reason is supreme, it is difficult to realize the helplessness and cruelty brought by lines! (1) The left eye is clear, the right eye is blurred, and the right eye says that the world is unreal and colorful. I seem to see the broken rainbow like rain, and the enchanting figure is soft. I just looked at the front sincerely, said the same warm words, and acted with mutual understanding. It doesn't matter who I face. Because, the front is gradually blurred, and it gradually becomes illusory in the real world, like the scenery seen through the rising steam. The left eye said that the scenery is a sand curtain, and the color of the sand curtain is suffocating. Then, the steam dissipated, and I don't know when, everything in front of me began to be clear and terrible. So, I saw the cold eyes hidden in the corner, the stiff skin deep in the smile, and the posture that was not harmonious with my body. In front of me, it is like a soulless limb, jumping with complicated procedures. Unable to isolate, I saw myself standing on the edge of the mountain, with a vague abyss on the right and a clear retreat on the left. I don't want to shrink back and dare not compete. I close my eyes and wait for a pair of dexterous and gentle hands to lead me to be born in happiness or die in sadness. (2) The memory of the left eye and the oblivion of the right eye to life are countless memento mori. In my memory, I know who I am, why I cry, why I laugh, why I chase, why I stay. I am creating new memories all the time, and at the same time I am forgetting the memories I once had. I want to be nostalgic because I am profound, I forget because I am nostalgic, I feel very painful, and I remember because I am a souvenir. Want to escape because of profundity, forget because of escape, think lucky, remember because of escape, all for pain. There are always some things that I want to remember forever, but I forget them in a flash. How many reasons are there that I will never forget? How many regrets have you forgotten? When cherished memories have been forgotten, the composition of life will change, and I may no longer be me. So the left eye looks at the eyes clearly, remembering the joys and sorrows of the experience, and the right eye is misty and broken like rain, forgetting to laugh and cry. (3) The left eye is lonely and the right eye is prosperous. If the barren coast can still breed colorful life, then the red, yellow, green and purple in front of you will breed a kind of loneliness. I am often submerged in the ups and downs of the sea, struggling in the turbulent waves, and I am independent and lonely at the moment when I am defeated by the rapids. Yes, loneliness is invisible, but it goes with you. I dreamed of coming to the ancient temple at night and touching the lonely lamp of dead bamboo. I have a kind of trance standing under the Buddha statue for thousands of years. Dust has accumulated on my shoulders for many years, and waving my sleeves violently can't dispel the fear of leaving this world. Loneliness rubs my bones violently. I stood naked under the starry sky, looking down at the earth under the sky. I hope to fall into the world of mortals in panic. I need strong contact. A clear touch can give me a sense of existence. So, I clung to the moonlight and walked around the city. Under the lonely night, I was scattered with neon, which was a decadent illusion. People collide with each other and dance wildly, piecing together decadent and prosperous colors. I was relieved and intoxicated. My left eye passes through the lonely bone marrow, and my right eye finds prosperity and depression. (4) The left eye is addicted to the right eye. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs." Everyone clearly understands that everything in the universe is like this, and there is no escape from the basic laws of natural laws. So, I am addicted to everything under bondage. "Why do you want to ask more about floating life? Only this kind of floating life is a dream. " Zen master warned all sentient beings, but all kinds of feelings in life are dreams, and life and death are like dreams. If you really know that life is like a dream, why do you argue with me in your dream? You don't have to care too much about other people's right and wrong. When the sea of misery dries up, don't let it become a dream, get rid of it quickly. That's all that matters. The left eye is addicted, because it remembers the past, and it clearly watched me fall in loneliness; My right eye breathed a sigh of relief because I forgot the past, and it looked at me vaguely in the hustle and bustle.