the color of experience

Whenever recalling an experience, one would be normally amazed by the enriched color of it, comparing with the moment when one actually experienced, just like when the dried mushrooms are soaked in the water for long enough and returned to their stretched fuller shape.

Today, when continuing the re-reading of 《千年一叹》, I suddenly fount out that when I visited the exhibition of the remains of the ancient civilization in Berlin, the articles which accompanied my difficult toilet sessions were coincidentally, the lament on the ruins and decline of the countries where those fragment treasures, which are now presented in the museum, originated.

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A 'friend' in China told me that the key point for avoiding being politically incorrect is that one should never come to a conclusion while pin-pointing to phenomena as one likes and never take action against the current authority.

What a highly skillful art! Bearing this alert in mind, one is certainly entitled to produce and armed with nothing but only blablabla~~~~~~~~~~~