In the many letters I have written, I have not yet addressed the subject of life in a serious way, partly because it is so much talked about, and partly because it does not seem to me to be as important as most people think it is. In this last letter I bring up this debunkist, not to make any grand argument, but to make a casual reference to some of my own usual attitudes towards life. I have two ways of looking at life. In the first way, I put myself out front and play tricks with everything and everyone in the world. In the second method, I put myself in the background and watch others put on AIRS. Standing at the front desk, I see myself as everyone else, not only like everyone else, but also like birds, animals, insects, fish and other things. Human beings suffer more than other things, just because human beings see themselves as more important than other things. There are some people in the human race more pain than the rest of the people, because this part of the people put themselves more important than the rest of the people. For example, how simple it is to dress and feed oneself, yet in this world, it has become a very important problem, because some people want to lose others. Take life and death as another example, how simple it is. The infinite number and the infinite things have been born and died. When a worm is crushed to death by a wheel, or a flower is blown away by a fierce wind, neither the worm nor the flower is worth caring about or nostalgia, but when human beings are born, old, sick and dead, a bitter word must be added. This is simply because people expect the masters of creation to treat themselves more kindly than the plants, insects and fish. Because of this, I put myself as vegetation assemblies of insects, fish, insects, fish in vegetation and wind in the dew is so alive, in the hot summer cold winter also is so alive. As Zhuangzi said, they "were born without knowing why they were born; The same thing, but do not know why." They sometimes surly day Yue Yuan, thriving, sometimes containing Yuan Yuan, Yan Yan stung, along with the nature given that a pair of nature. They never care about what life should be, never ask what life is for, and never complain that God treats them so thinly that they put them up for human slaughter. Life itself, they say, is the means, life itself is the end. From the life of plants, insects and fish, I feel an experience. I don't seek a way of life outside of life, don't seek a purpose of life outside of life. I am one less or one more in the world, or sometimes I am lucky or sometimes I suffer from disasters. I think it does not hurt the sum of heaven and earth. If you ask me, how should people live? I said, and lived as nature had given us, like plants, insects and fish. If you ask me, why do people live in this fickle world? I say, life is for living, no other purpose. If you complain to me about heaven and say, life is so miserable ah! People aren't born to be happy, I say, so that's not surprising. This is not a decadent view of life. If you say my words have decadent color, I ask you to go to the garden in the spring, see the butterflies fly, listen to the birds sing, and then go back to the cross street, carefully look at people's faces, you see who is lively, who is decadent? When the snow is frozen in winter, please look at the pine trees under the pressure of snow, look at the gull standing on the ice and the fish swimming in the water, and then look back at the "spirit of all things" called in the event of suffering. Who do you think is more capable of enduring hardships? I compare man to beast, some may regard as heresy. In fact, it is not difficult for me to invoke "classics" and commend Confucius and Mencius to defend my views. What Confucius said about "knowing one's destiny", what Mencius said about "doing one's best", what Zhuangzi said about "adjusting things", what Song Confucianist said about "Grand dugong of Guoran, things will conform to", and what ancient Greek corridor school philosophy, I can extend into a sutra text, which will be my amulet. But I don't think that's necessary. I do not regard myself as more important than others, nor do I regard myself as more inferior than others. If my reasons are reasons, I do not need to rely on the prestige of the sages. The above is my attitude towards life at the front desk. But I usually enjoy standing in the background and watching life. Many people see life as only good and evil, so their attitude is either nostalgia or disgust. Therefore, right and wrong, good and evil mean nothing to me, but I find it interesting to look at all these people and things, like pictures, like novels. There is, of course, a difference among these interesting people and objects. Some are interesting because they have a strong element of comedy; Some are interesting because they are deeply tragic. I sometimes see the comedy of life. I met a little diplomat the day before yesterday. His chin was bare, but he often twirled his thumb and forefinger around his cheek as if he had a beard when he spoke. They say it's bureaucratic, and I'm more amused to see it than to look at a funny picture. Many years ago a colleague used to say angrily, "If I were a woman, I'd have at least a foot of proposals!" But he is not a woman, this is already a comedy; Besides, he was dumb and ugly, and if he had been lucky enough to be a woman, he would never have had the trouble of a proposal, and he was so happy about it that it was comic comedy. This is as interesting as an anecdote by the English writer Goldsmith. He was once walking with some girls on a bridge in Holland, and when he saw that all the people on the bridge were paying attention to the girls he was walking with, and none of them were paying attention to himself, he said with a straight face and anger, "Well, some people look at me like that elsewhere!" I see such things every day. In my quiet and lonely moments, I recall such little incidents from memory, and meditate on them, and find them more delicious than smoking or drinking tea. To be honest, if there were no Liu's grandmother described by Cao Xueqin, no Yan Gong Sheng described by Wu Jingzi, no Daldufo and Arbagon described by Moliere, life would not be worth living in. I thank Grandma Liu and the first-class people of Yan Gongsheng more than I thank the tide of Qiantang and the waterfall of Kuang Lu.

In the many letters I have written, I have not yet addressed the subject of life in a serious way, partly because it is so much talked about, and partly because it does not seem to me to be as important as most people think it is. In this last letter I bring up this debunkist, not to make any grand argument, but to make a casual reference to some of my own usual attitudes towards life. I have two ways of looking at life. In the first way, I put myself out front and play tricks with everything and everyone in the world. In the second method, I put myself in the background and watch others put on AIRS. Standing at the front desk, I see myself as everyone else, not only like everyone else, but also like birds, animals, insects, fish and other things. Human beings suffer more than other things, just because human beings see themselves as more important than other things. There are some people in the human race more pain than the rest of the people, because this part of the people put themselves more important than the rest of the people. For example, how simple it is to dress and feed oneself, yet in this world, it has become a very important problem, because some people want to lose others. Take life and death as another example, how simple it is. The infinite number and the infinite things have been born and died. When a worm is crushed to death by a wheel, or a flower is blown away by a fierce wind, neither the worm nor the flower is worth caring about or nostalgia, but when human beings are born, old, sick and dead, a bitter word must be added. This is simply because people expect the masters of creation to treat themselves more kindly than the plants, insects and fish. Because of this, I put myself as vegetation assemblies of insects, fish, insects, fish in vegetation and wind in the dew is so alive, in the hot summer cold winter also is so alive. As Zhuangzi said, they "were born without knowing why they were born; The same thing, but do not know why." They sometimes surly day Yue Yuan, thriving, sometimes containing Yuan Yuan, Yan Yan stung, along with the nature given that a pair of nature. They never care about what life should be, never ask what life is for, and never complain that God treats them so thinly that they put them up for human slaughter. Life itself, they say, is the means, life itself is the end. From the life of plants, insects and fish, I feel an experience. I don't seek a way of life outside of life, don't seek a purpose of life outside of life. I am one less or one more in the world, or sometimes I am lucky or sometimes I suffer from disasters. I think it does not hurt the sum of heaven and earth. If you ask me, how should people live? I said, and lived as nature had given us, like plants, insects and fish. If you ask me, why do people live in this fickle world? I say, life is for living, no other purpose. If you complain to me about heaven and say, life is so miserable ah! People aren't born to be happy, I say, so that's not surprising. This is not a decadent view of life. If you say my words have decadent color, I ask you to go to the garden in the spring, see the butterflies fly, listen to the birds sing, and then go back to the cross street, carefully look at people's faces, you see who is lively, who is decadent? When the snow is frozen in winter, please look at the pine trees under the pressure of snow, look at the gull standing on the ice and the fish swimming in the water, and then look back at the "spirit of all things" called in the event of suffering. Who do you think is more capable of enduring hardships? I compare man to beast, some may regard as heresy. In fact, it is not difficult for me to invoke "classics" and commend Confucius and Mencius to defend my views. What Confucius said about "knowing one's destiny", what Mencius said about "doing one's best", what Zhuangzi said about "adjusting things", what Song Confucianist said about "Grand dugong of Guoran, things will conform to", and what ancient Greek corridor school philosophy, I can extend into a sutra text, which will be my amulet. But I don't think that's necessary. I do not regard myself as more important than others, nor do I regard myself as more inferior than others. If my reasons are reasons, I do not need to rely on the prestige of the sages. The above is my attitude towards life at the front desk. But I usually enjoy standing in the background and watching life. Many people see life as only good and evil, so their attitude is either nostalgia or disgust. Therefore, right and wrong, good and evil mean nothing to me, but I find it interesting to look at all these people and things, like pictures, like novels. There is, of course, a difference among these interesting people and objects. Some are interesting because they have a strong element of comedy; Some are interesting because they are deeply tragic. I sometimes see the comedy of life. I met a little diplomat the day before yesterday. His chin was bare, but he often twirled his thumb and forefinger around his cheek as if he had a beard when he spoke. They say it's bureaucratic, and I'm more amused to see it than to look at a funny picture. Many years ago a colleague used to say angrily, "If I were a woman, I'd have at least a foot of proposals!" But he is not a woman, this is already a comedy; Besides, he was dumb and ugly, and if he had been lucky enough to be a woman, he would never have had the trouble of a proposal, and he was so happy about it that it was comic comedy. This is as interesting as an anecdote by the English writer Goldsmith. He was once walking with some girls on a bridge in Holland, and when he saw that all the people on the bridge were paying attention to the girls he was walking with, and none of them were paying attention to himself, he said with a straight face and anger, "Well, some people look at me like that elsewhere!" I see such things every day. In my quiet and lonely moments, I recall such little incidents from memory, and meditate on them, and find them more delicious than smoking or drinking tea. To be honest, if there were no Liu's grandmother described by Cao Xueqin, no Yan Gong Sheng described by Wu Jingzi, no Daldufo and Arbagon described by Moliere, life would not be worth living in. I thank Grandma Liu and the first-class people of Yan Gongsheng more than I thank the tide of Qiantang and the waterfall of Kuang Lu.