我时常感到无限的悲哀,为生人,为自己。只觉得禁锢在这仓惶的现实中无可自拔,所触者莫不拘囿于周遭方寸之地。那些看似宏大的理想,细数过去也大多不过是欲望的堆积,未必显出多少深刻的内质。蝇营狗苟的状态不仅单单描述贫者的生活,身价的增长也不一定就预示生活真正的富足,对大多数人来说,穷其一生也不过是在尺寸之地翻腾,所不同的只是蓬蒿与榆枋的区别而已。 I often feel infinite sorrow, for the living, for myself. Only feel confined in the realities of this panic overwhelming, who are not affected by the confinement around the square inch of land. Those seemingly ambitious ideals, breakdown in the past mostly but the accumulation of desire, not necessarily show how deep the endoplasmic reticulum. The status quo of the Dying Camp dog not only describes the life of the poor but also does not necessarily indicate the true prosperity of the living. To most people, their life is merely a tumultuous but the only difference is that basil and elm区 the difference between it.