Even the brightest planets have dark spots like this. But Miss Scatcherd's eyes can only see those tiny black spots, but not the radiant light of the planet (like Lu Xun's heroes are like flies)
She preaches noble sentiments, but cannot understand sympathy and pity, and has no tenderness or sincerity.
The more lonely I am, the more friendless I am, the less supportive I am, the more I have to respect myself.
The more the more the more I alone, no friends, no support, I will respect myself.
Love is not about being together regardless of everything, but our souls have asked each other in front of the fireplace late at night. None of us are humble.
Do you think I am a machine, a machine without emotions? Can I bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my mouth, and my drop of water of life dashed from my cup? Just because I'm poor, unknown, plain-looking, and small, I have no soul and no heart? You think wrong. My soul is as rich as yours, and my heart is as full as yours! If God had endowed me with some beauty and plenty of wealth, I would have made it as difficult to part with you as I am now. I speak not to you through the medium of custom, convention, nor even of flesh and blood, but from my spirit and your spirit, just as if we had passed through the grave and stood at the feet of God, equal - as it is.