The emotional experience of life is often a kind of emotion, a kind of life force intertwined with loneliness and sublimity. When we read a paragraph, we feel it with our heart. This "heart" is neither rational nor "heart". Yes, that's what makes people really complicated.

We can freely use our thinking to deconstruct a theory logically, analyze symbols, mathematical problems and so on. But the human world and reality are often emotional interactions between people. For example, your parents carefully prepared an invitation meal for you, and they worked hard. Even if the rice is not so delicious, will you say it tastes bad? Maybe some people won't.

Reason may tell you: "No salt, no soy sauce? Not delicious. " But maybe there is always a pre-existing voice echoing in your heart-when you see their pale temples and warm calls, maybe you can't help crying. At this time, reason "hides itself" and life emotion reveals "the truest side of life" to you.

This kind of emotional experience is everywhere, sometimes it is "aesthetic feeling": the interweaving of sublime and beautiful. In the previous article, I briefly described my own aesthetics, including touching movie plots, wars, feeling the wonder of nature and other lofty feelings, as well as my appreciation of music, painting and photography. Lying in the shade with the person you love? The breeze caresses your face.