Although I am in my fifties, as one of the only two human genders, I am still curious about the opposite sex, and I can't help but take a few more glances if I meet a beautiful woman on the road.
I have a very decent profession: people's teacher. It makes me pretend to be noble all the time. Yes, I have seven emotions and six desires, but I must have enough restraint, and this restraint is my cultivation.
I did, and I haven't cheated yet. This seems to be very cowardly and incompetent, so I have a certain inferiority complex.
The professors, deans, directors and presidents of the universities, and those who sit on the rostrum with meticulously combed hair, are more educated, more knowledgeable, more capable, and more morally of character than me, and therefore should be more restrained than me. But they couldn't restrain themselves, and secretly did the things of male thieves and female prostitutes, and their erosion was beyond my imagination.
But to my surprise, they behaved very elegantly in public, spoke with righteousness and strictness, had a moral glow on their faces, and were full of decency. I can't help but feel ashamed of myself in front of them, as if I was cheating.
I admit that my heart is not pure enough, and I often think about it when I lie in bed. Seeing a beautiful lady anywhere will inevitably lead to distractions and unrealistic fantasies.
That's what those **, professors make me admire: people can turn my fantasies into reality, and I can only fantasize forever.