Common sense can become unfamiliar and yet incredibly precious because of the loss of faith; this is a real paradox.

Heaven and Earth are the furnace, creation is the craftsman, yin and yang are the charcoal, all things are copper.
All things are travelers passing through, guests of a hundred generations, not preserved by Yao, nor destroyed by Jie.
From Obama's release of the Black Lives Matter awakening virus, to Trump's loud calls and the abstract head-shaking tactics to avoid defeat.
From HK actress Zhu Yin, a devout Christian who boldly refuses premarital sex, to the contrast of announcing marriage after conception.
From the rise and fall of "The Flower of Evil" Soviet Union, to the reversal of Hedong and Hexi, east wind and west wind.
From the disillusionment of the Bamboo Annals' "Shun imprisoned Yao, Yu expelled Shun," to Cao Pi's lament after claiming the throne, "I know the affairs of Shun and Yu."
Behind all the foggy illusions, what remains unchanged are desire and obsession; every pore of the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind flows with naked longing.
Nevertheless, I still believe in common sense, believe in tomorrow, and use faith to oppose entropy.