我时常站在街头仰望高远的苍穹,仿佛可以感受到旧皇历在匆促轮转的四季中飞散,那些充满“渴望”的人在辗转的生活中奔波。“我是太阳。”尼采向世界呐喊着,呼唤着发自内心的渴望,可这句话让他成为众人眼中的疯子,最终让他在世人鄙夷的目光中过完了他短暂的一生。“我是神灵。” I often stand on the street looking up at the distant sky, as if I could feel the old royal calendar flying in the four seasons of hasty rotation, and those who are full of “hungry” are rushing around in their lives. “I am the sun.” Nietzsche shouted to the world, calling for a desire from the heart, but this sentence made him a madman in the eyes of everyone, and finally let him live his short life in the world’s contemptuous eyes. “I am a god.”