"Some people find themselves in music. I find myself in characters—
the ones I read about, the ones I write, and the ones I become."
Characters from fiction that shaped my worldview. They're not role models—they're mirrors.
Source: "Green Tea Strategy" · Keywords: Strategic, Clear-minded, Calculated
"人类啊，胜利了就理所应当的成为压迫他人的施暴者，还高喊着自己的强大，等失败的时候就开始怨天尤人，觉得一切的不幸都是别人造成的，真是可笑得很。"
"Humanity—when victorious, they become oppressors and proclaim their own greatness. When defeated, they blame fate and others for their misfortune. How laughable."
"听不见音乐的人，往往都以为起舞的人疯了。"
"Those who cannot hear the music often think those who dance are mad."
"强权敌不过民意。"
"Authority cannot defeat the will of the people. Everything. Everyone."
"当浑浊成了常态，清醒就是在犯罪。"
"When turbidity becomes the norm, clarity becomes a crime."
"巫师并不只能依靠魔杖才能施咒。就像女巫并不只能依靠勇士才能获得拯救。——她自有她的神明。"
"A wizard doesn't need a wand to cast spells. Just as a witch doesn't need a hero to be saved. She has her own gods."
Philosophical Connection: Viviana's observations echo Nietzsche's critique of ressentiment—the tendency to blame others rather than take responsibility. Her clarity represents the Stoic ideal: seeing things as they are, not as we wish them to be.
A transmigration protagonist who refuses to be anyone's concubine, fights against patriarchy
"我不想被动承受，不想成为被插在花瓶中的花……我要自己杀进泥潭里打滚……流汗也罢流血也罢，那都是我的自由，是我的王冠上的珠宝。"
"I refuse to be passive, refuse to be a flower in a vase... I will throw myself into the mud and fight... Whether I sweat or bleed, that is my freedom—the jewels in my crown."
"蝴蝶与利刃可以存在于一个女人身上。"
"A butterfly and a blade can coexist within one woman."
Philosophical Connection: This resonates with Simone de Beauvoir's existentialist feminism— "One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman." Freedom requires choosing to act, not waiting to be chosen.
Not just a protagonist—a being whose existence protects entire universes
"有我在，你就不会死。"
"As long as I exist, you will not die."
她垂下眼眸，不知道在和谁说话："所以我要努力活着呀——星星不能陨落。"
She lowered her eyes, speaking to no one in particular: "That's why I must keep living—a star cannot fall."
少女停下脚步，似笑非笑的回头："你们凭什么以为，他们还活着？"
负责人后背一凉，手悄悄摸向口袋中的枪。
The girl stopped, turning back with an enigmatic smile: "What makes you think they're still alive?"
A chill ran down the officer's spine. His hand quietly moved toward the gun in his pocket.
The tragedy: She never killed them. But even so, the humans never trusted her— their first instinct was to reach for their weapons against their own protector.
Reader reflection: "Humanity never believed in her. They never thanked her— just like they never thanked Logic in The Three-Body Problem. The strong are feared, never trusted, even when they're our only hope."
Philosophical Connection: The Star embodies the paradox of the Swordholder— the one who bears a burden too great for others to understand. This mirrors Camus' Sisyphus: meaning is found in carrying the weight, not in being thanked for it.
Chinese singer-songwriter whose music and philosophy shaped my view of love and creativity
"爱让一切发生，爱能成为一切。"
"Love makes everything happen. Love can become everything."
"人生不过一场游戏，打败所有的不开心。"
"Life is just a game—defeat all the unhappiness."
Philosophical Connection: This echoes Plato's Eros as a creative ladder— love for beautiful things leads to love of wisdom. Even unrequited love has intrinsic value as an act of devotion.
"命运是从未来向过去回看的视角。"
"Destiny is the perspective of looking back at the past from the future."
Why is destiny irreversible? Because it has, by definition, already happened. In the present moment, there is no "fate"—only choices. You are not bound by destiny; you are creating it.
"要爱具体的人，不要忙着爱抽象的人。"
"Love concrete people, not abstract humanity."
From Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov
"因为这个世界上最不缺自欺欺人的笨蛋。"
"Because this world never lacks fools who deceive themselves."
曾经我不懂，将掏心的珍视扔到一边，转而贴近那冰冷的尖刃，弄得满身鲜血，却还顽固不堪幻想着尖刀断刃，玫瑰折腰，却忘了那残身的尖刺。恳诚的信徒奉上自己的双手，却忘了其主的狠厉，失了命还想着吾主怜悯。
Once I knew not—cast aside what held me dear,
and pressed against a blade so cold, so sheer.
Bloodied still, I dreamed the knife would break,
the rose would bow—forgetting thorns that wake.
A faithful soul offers both hands in prayer,
blind to the god's wrath, gasping still for air.
Written: January 2026
I would wait, until that date;
I could wait, though you were late;
I did wait, fragile as a plate—
brittle patience, polished fate.
Yet I grew tired, the truth now clear:
what I chased was mist—now sharp, severe.
Time spent waiting could have built a tower;
words I whispered fed the silent hour.
So I changed: from follower to guide,
from waiting shore to flowing tide.
Not with anger, just gentle release—
I crossed the line, and found my peace.
Goodbye, dear ghost of might-have-been.
I choose to live—not die mid-scream.