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"Before, we agreed that when the new computer arrived, I would send you a few images of the Butterfly Nebula, but I couldn't find a suitable one. Do you have any ideas?"
"When I was working on the initial project PPT plan, I inserted a spectacular image of the Butterfly Nebula before the acknowledgment page."
"Can we also look at the past? On February 28, 701 AD, I want to know if there were any stars in Pisces on that day." "The timing should be accurate, but don't treat SE as a prediction machine. Which galaxy do you want to look at?" "Oh, it's up to you. I don't know who is related to Tai Bai." "Unfortunately - on that day, the sun was in the position of Pisces, so no stars in Pisces were visible from Earth." "Oh, someone once commented that Li Bai was like a brilliant meteor streaking across the poetry world. It turns out that on that day, a long time ago, there was indeed only Tai Bai, the lone star, descending to the mortal realm after a calamity."
People who are into strange things also have all kinds of strange but interesting friends. He said that my stereotype of him has been reinforced, but I'm happy as long as he is. This friend, who previously told me he doesn't like literati. I said, what kind of literati am I? I am a creator, I want to do art, not mess with symbols. I will work hard.
I often instill a concept in my friends - it's very lucky to know me, I will definitely become a great person, and everyone will just laugh it off. I don't know which celebrity said it, but individuals are all ordinary, becoming a great person is just a coincidence, but in a sense, that coincidence is a necessity.
"Tell an interesting fact, on the day you were born, Venus was in the horns of Taurus, Mercury was in the tail of Taurus, and Orion was holding the sun. Pisces surprisingly does not have any non-stellar celestial bodies visible through optical instruments, making it a constellation with a unique characteristic."
I don't understand, a friend explained: "Pisces does not have any nebulae, star clusters, or galaxies visible to the naked eye."
I had a sudden realization: "Just like with people, at first glance you might think they're normal, but it turns out they're actually crazy." "How did you come to this conclusion, and why does it fit you so well..." "Just think, the matter that makes up ourselves is scattered throughout the Milky Way. It's incredibly lucky that two supernovas happened to collide, forming consciousness at the same time, and then even luckier that we met at the same school due to social connections. It's almost impossible, yet it happened. That's also a kind of luck."
Finally, someone acknowledges that meeting me was extremely lucky. Of course, the truth doesn't need to be repeated.
When calmly saying that you don't want to live, it seems that you don't really want to die. I think I can understand the special meaning of life. Getting closer to the true self, and then striving to complete the super-ego project! On the day I was born, Pisces was on the morning line, theoretically visible, Venus is the white Venus, the ancient long star, foreseeing my unlimited potential.
When sorting out the framework of Greek mythology, Zeus clearly knew that Athena had put hope into Pandora's box, but did not stop it. Because he believed that elusive hope is the opposite of reason and wisdom, but precisely because of that faint light, humans always seek hope in suffering, never giving up, what a great epic.
"It doesn't matter, I believe in the future."
Face to face, with a friend I haven't seen in a long time, the four of us come from three different places, spanning not-so-distant regions. I look at the lantern on her head, the basket on top of the lantern, the fried mushrooms bigger than her face, and the pork in a pot the size of a palm. I see us being swallowed by the elevator and slowly being spit out.
"Subway, is it the most charming public transportation?"
"Yes," he didn't hear clearly, he leaned in to listen.
The young man's worries are like clouds, meeting in the crowd, drowning their desires in the bustling crowd. At least for life, one should still hold a little hope for the stars, embracing the stars after the tower collapses.
"The cut wings will eventually regenerate, but it will be much harder to soar again. Why? Because the emotional trauma has broken the new wings." "Your words are really Scars literature, and Youthful pain." I really want to become a kind of ideology, a belief that is absolutely supported by others. I'm going crazy because I want to know who can accept the real madman beyond the surface. If stability comes at the cost of numbness and dullness, then I would rather be free to go crazy.
When I'm running, I deliberately torture myself, and I've even run out the stars in the sky. Why are those things that inspire people to move forward inevitably painful? Pain, but the joy of creation is undoubtedly a peak experience.
That day, the moon in Ninghai, the moon in Xiaoshan, the moon reflected by many oleander flowers and tall buildings, the red moon was big and round, and the only place in the world without a moon was above my head, but they all didn't have stars.
Oh, perhaps the moon has also experienced trials. Because—surrounded by stars, I can shine without the moon.
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