Cynic philosophers were the earliest backpackers. From Antisteni, their costumes were fixed, all with a cloak, a cane, and a backpack. Antistine’s cloak was so fragile that Socrates couldn’t help saying, “I saw your vanity through the hole in your cloak.”
They have a tall body Hypocritical expression Indescribable loneliness They use the most fierce words Insulting me is different They hold the shovel of fate Waving Bury me Push Disdain I don’t want to struggle Let the mud cover your throat Cold eyes This grotesque world They laugh Laugh my life But they do n’t know I am a seed I have been waiting for this moment all my life
The inspiration pulled from the cuff Endless, you Walking through long sentences day and night and In the alley, you Born old Although the ambition is still along Bald edge growth Take off the dentures, you More like a child Write your name on the back Public toilet wall Due to stunting, you Take a few tablets of hormones every day Make the voice docile Like the cat next door called Chun Nine sneezes in a row Falling on paper, you Don’t care about repetition Besides, money may not be clean But everyone likes it The fire truck roared like crazy Remind you to praise Paid the moon Or praise those who did not pay insurance premiums Axe, heavy
More important than thinking It’s dark, night Like a frostbitten big toe That numbness, you -Abruptly Access to the woods by the road Will know the guys wearing laurel wreaths Every tree Owl with every tree It’s a headache to meet an acquaintance They always like to mention the past In the past, me and you Everyone is rotten fish
Dream, has not touched my eyes, The first dawn of the day It has penetrated into the small window frame … The heavy thoughts made me sleepless at night, My heart is exhausted … The universe is with you, My heart is full of sorrow! Have heard The sound of summoning? That is the call of heaven, The bell sounded on Sunday!
People often regard communication as a kind of ability, but neglect to be alone is also a kind of ability, and in a certain sense is a kind of ability that is more important than communication. On the other hand, it is a pity that you are not good at communication, and impatience and loneliness are also a serious flaw.
A person gives a lot of energy to the material, there is no leisure to look after his life and soul. The poetic life must be a materially simple life, which can be confirmed on all great poets, philosophers, and sages at home and abroad.
The British philosopher John Mueller said: happiness and satisfaction are two different things. Unsatisfied people are happier than satisfied pigs, and unsatisfied Socrates is happier than satisfied fools. The difference between man and pig is that man has soul, pig has no soul. The difference between Socrates and fools is that Socrates’ soul is awake, and the fool’s soul is asleep