If I were a poem by the Monkey King.

Then the story I want to tell is called Wukong's story. Our generation has a Wukong plot. The Monkey King, who is well-connected, free and fearless of authority, has always been a proud presence in our hearts. This is a kind of mood, an idealistic romantic feeling yearning for freedom. He placed his hopes on the idealization of future life and the urgent desire for the existence of heroes. The crux of the matter is that the most lacking thing in this era is heroes. Then this is a tragedy. Journey to the West is not necessarily a tragedy. The Monkey King became a Buddha, and everything seemed so perfect. The hero finally gave in. There is only one bug left in Wukong's story. Now, how can we say this is hope? Yes, there are no heroes, but we have the hope of heroes. We all aspire to be the Monkey King, and we all aspire to be heroes. The hero is a tragic fatalist, and he is mixed with some special feelings. He refers not only to the unyielding will to fate, but also to the sad life of inevitable failure. "His figure, illuminated by lightning at that moment, is still solidified in the legend after a thousand years." This is the attitude of a hero. Knowing that you will fail, or standing up, romantic and great, full of pessimism. Idealism is bound to die, and reality will eventually turn over. We only have a little hope. So I thought, if I were the Monkey King. If I were the Monkey King, I would choose the realistic road. I will still compromise, and I will bow my head. Because I no longer believe in hope. It's just an illusion, which exists in nothingness and anesthetizes me. Someone wrote a story in an attempt to tell everyone a truth, but writing it is one thing, and how the audience understands it is another. Then in this world, I think, heroes and their hopes are dead. Although we are not told that this is the case now. If I were the Monkey King, I would give up everything. Give up being a hero, give up fighting against fate, and even give up being the man named the Monkey King. I will choose to escape. Escape is not a good idea, but escape is so tempting. You know, being an extraordinary person is always so painful. I'm afraid of pain, because numbness has eroded my heart over the years. Or numbness is just an attitude, who knows? If I were the Monkey King, I would crush all your illusions about heroes. We are humble beings, and living is both helpless and troublesome. Why should I lead by example? I just long for a normal life. I never wanted to be at the forefront. All this is just fate. If I were the Monkey King. . . . . . Thinking about if it is the most hypocritical pain.