Moments

• 2025-12-20 22:36

  People today cannot see the ancient moon, but this moon once shone upon the ancient people.

  湖南 · 娄底 +0
• 2025-03-05 16:38

  They are all performing “deep affection”; I’m the only one playing the role of being fickle.

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• 2025-06-05 17:36

  Cold and deep the gate; sincerity alone gains entry.

  广东 · 惠州 +0
• 2026-02-15 20:02

  "Gold diggers" and "red packet whores" are like precision automated programs: they come online during holidays and instantly delete you the moment their red packet test fails—more punctual than an alarm clock.

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• 2026-02-11 22:02

  冰粉凝脂沁乳香，玫瑰碎瓣点红妆。
  （Note: This poetic composition reconstructs the essence of the original lines using classical imagery, and currently has no corresponding English translation.）

  

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• 2026-02-06 09:02

  On January 25th, a girl added me. We talked about painting, photography, and life’s aspirations… Then on February 6th, our conversation veered into her grandfather’s life of toil, tending olive and tea-oil trees deep in the mountains.

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• 2026-02-05 21:26

  Beneath the false carnival, we feast on lies: the junk food that wastes our health, and the sweet nothings that cheapen love.

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• 2026-02-04 23:20

  Excerpt:

  Their aim in life is to pursue bodily comfort. They feel pleased whenever a little effort can buy them some ease and leisure.

  If they manage to live a life of luxury and extravagance, they soon fall into boredom and then seek out various forms of diversion that are superficially lively yet essentially meaningless:

  Playing ball, attending the theatre, going to banquets, gambling, horse racing, dallying with women, drinking, traveling, and so on—

  But none of these can truly dispel their weariness.

  Without a yearning for the spirit, there can be no joy at the spiritual level;

  and only spiritual joy does not become a source of boredom.

  
  The character of the “philistine” is dull and insipid, their temperament sluggish, almost no different from that of an animal.

  Since sensual pleasures are by nature fleeting and easily exhausted, they find it hard to take a genuine interest in anything.

  Even social activities quickly become a burden to them,

  and card games fail to lift their spirits.

  
  The only thing that brings them pleasure is the gratification of vanity—

  They revel self-satisfied in this feeling:

  Either feeling superior because of their wealth, status, influence, or power;

  Or feeling proud because they mingle among the powerful and are illuminated by their halo.

  This is what the English call a “snob.”

  
  It is truly lamentable.
  

  ———
  Schopenhauer · “Either solitude or vulgarity.”

  

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• 2026-01-30 15:02

  三角梅开檐下雨，竹灯轻挂意悠悠。@🌻赵赵🌻
  （Note: This poetic composition reconstructs the essence of the original lines using classical imagery, and currently has no corresponding English translation.）

  

  广东 · 惠州 +0
• 2026-01-18 18:43

  @抖音 @坦克西

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• 2026-01-13 22:43

  It takes 10 years to learn to speak, but a lifetime to learn to be silent.

  广东 · 广州 +0
• 2026-01-08 00:08

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• 2026-01-06 22:10

  Sis, tonight I’m in Nanjing, beneath the brilliant lights of the Confucius Temple.
  Sis, tonight all I have is the boundless Gobi.

  

  南京 · 夫子庙 +0
• 2026-01-05 00:10

  

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• 2025-12-30 00:10

  When the west tower is bathed in moonlight,Longing may be entrusted to wild geese in flight.After the east pavilion’s plum blossoms bloom,Parting sorrow flows wholly into the jade flute’s tune.

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• 2025-12-29 00:45

  🍀While you are on the other side, crossing mountains and ridges, I am here on this lonely road with no end in sight.

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• 2025-12-27 00:45

  Evening Drunkenness

  

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• 2025-12-26 17:45

  Mist envelops the damp road with a humid embrace, her hair tips adorned with dew.

  

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• 2025-12-26 17:40

  Wind sweeps through the old alley, not a single sound, heavier than the mist.

  

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• 2025-12-25 17:06

  These sturdy tree trunks stand like giants, with dense leaves weaving together in the air to form a massive green canopy. Sunlight filters through the gaps, and although I cannot see the sea, I can almost smell the ocean breeze.

  

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• 2025-12-24 21:36

  Amidst the hustle and bustle of the marketplace, that rich splash of red is perhaps life’s sweetest undertone.

  

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• 2025-12-10 08:17

  The scenery along the journey, and the people I miss.

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• 2025-11-20 15:11

  🌊I’ve been drifting all along, yet never have I seen the ocean.

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