Confucius diligently forgot to eat, just to put up a show against the illusion of age. His words often have a reverse meaning.

As old age approaches, finding joy in forgetting worries, diligently forgetting to eat.

After thousands of years of embellishment, this person's image has become unreal, repeatedly interpreted to make him a dead man. Sometimes it is not easy to say a few words about Confucius.

Oh Confucius, today I want to say a few shallow words to you. The great harmony is your ideal civilized world, where the virtue of a noble person is like wind, and the virtue of a petty person is like grass, which is your basic understanding of reality. Unfortunately, now it is already an era where the world is one family. The wind blown by King Wen of the Zhou Dynasty eight hundred years ago has already weakened, and even today, two thousand years later, the world is still one family.

The centralized wind is a world where the world is one family, the inevitable outcome after the end of the internet pastoral era. The decentralized wind is a world where the world is for the public, the reactionary of the end times. Who will be the first to act, without successors? I have seen those ambitious young people who opened Pandora's box, they are all geniuses, but they don't have much time to think.