On Tuesday night, it was raining heavily, but I didn't bring an umbrella.

Originally, looking at the drizzly sky, I felt that it shouldn't rain much, and even if it did, there would be a buffer period for three nights of self-study, but I didn't expect this rain to fall so quickly, so densely, and so long.

When the students opened their umbrellas one after another and entered the rain, my heart was very uncomfortable, as if I was the only one who was lazy and did not bring an umbrella. I thought, if I just rushed over, I couldn't die.

At this time, a benevolent brother appeared, I didn't know him very well, and I met a few times at most. He seems to come to my class a lot to talk to his girlfriend.

I didn't have much communication with him at all.

As a result, he asked me if I had an umbrella with me, and then handed it to me without saying a word. And he got into his girlfriend's umbrella.

I was stunned. The heart said Mygod, he lent me an umbrella? lent me this lonely person? he lent me an umbrella? how could he lend me an umbrella? he actually borrowed my umbrella? even if he was a friend, he wouldn't take the initiative to ask me to let me go with him, and he lent me an umbrella after only a few encounters with him?

Then I was moved in my heart...... So I followed him and followed him all the way back to the dormitory. I gave him the umbrella back, and he probably didn't know that I didn't take care of myself and left, so I vaguely heard amazi when he touched me

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Although I don't know why he would lend me an umbrella. Maybe it's an impulse, maybe it's a desire to show masculinity in front of his girlfriend. Maybe it's because I know my face and I don't know it anymore. In a word, however, I thank him.

- Wen Cangqian's words

No matter what waves are stirring up in your heart, if you can quickly regain your composure, then you have touched the threshold of supreme strength.

- Wen Cang's heart

Body:

I like Shu Ting's poem very much: Maybe cry out for all suffering, and have to be silent about personal misfortunes.

It made a deep impression on me. Maybe it's a clever word. All suffering, including great suffering and small suffering. As long as it is a tribulation that is on the news, it can be roughly called a great tribulation, and we have indeed spoken out about it.

But what about small suffering? It can be roughly understood as the suffering of others, and the suffering of each individual is the suffering of oneself as one's own misfortune. Perhaps we are mostly indifferent to the suffering of others, and we are silent personally. The big aspects are done well, but the small aspects are hidden in the dark.

In my opinion, this is equivalent to a shiny building with a shiny appearance, which is based on a tofu scum project, and its form is dead. Why are we indifferent to the suffering of others? because we are silent about the misfortunes of individuals. Why are we silent about the misfortunes of individuals? because we are indifferent to the sufferings of others.

If no one breaks this chain, it will only fall forever, and I can only do it by crying out.

Speaking of misfortune. Some people have a lot of setbacks and hardships in their lives. Some people are favored by the heavens, and even if they encounter difficulties, they can easily cross them with one foot. Some people live a long life, while others are killed by flying disasters.

There are many injustices in the world, and the Creator has played a huge joke on some people and sent a huge surprise to others.

Although there is no distinction between high and low, people's appearance, body, mentality, and quality of life are different. The Creator is cruel and unjust. Its rule is survival of the fittest, from the moment you are born, the surrounding factors begin to constrain you and rule you.

You think the future is in your hands, but in fact, most of the future is in the hands of fate. Because tomorrow is a new day ahead, and do you look surprisingly different from yesterday today?

It's only a few days since the amazing changes happen, and that's just a few days for the future you have in your hands.

If you don't realize that those days have been lost, then you are doomed to do nothing. Even if you don't lose, or realize the loss, it's hard for ordinary people to make a difference.

What is misfortune and what is luck? I used to think I was unlucky, but I found myself lucky compared to the misfortunes of others around the world.

Now my mind has changed again. The misfortunes perceived by each person are unique, and they cannot be compared. What is unfortunate for you may not be for others.

Can you say that a person with sound hands and feet is luckier to commit suicide by jumping off a building than a crippled person to survive? Obviously not.

Misfortune and luck are relative, but in fact the essence has not changed.

Misfortune is misfortune, and luck is luck.

Small misfortunes and luck can be infinitely magnified, and big misfortunes and fortunes can also be infinitely reduced. Only a few people understand this, and even fewer people try to do it.

People draw a circle with their own rules, live in it, and let the people inside be treated basically equally, of course, this is never possible.

Because the rules of the Creator are outside this circle, we are forever controlled by it. However, it is not despairing. Should this be said to be lucky or unlucky? It seems to have both, so everybody is lucky and unlucky.

Some people magnify this kind of luck infinitely and are happy every day.

Some people infinitely magnify this misfortune and commit suicide.

Some people infinitely shrink this kind of luck and are depressed.

Some people have minimized this misfortune infinitely—this is amazing, and those who can do it to this extent should be ranked one place after the Creator.

The Creator is emotionless, and no matter how famous a person may be or how he will be remembered for thousands of years, he will be expressionless. Some people can't laugh all their lives if they want to laugh, and they can't cry when they want to cry all their lives. I think after his death, there must have been another Creator.

Is it regrettable and sympathetic to the loss of fighting spirit in the eyes of the Creator in the eyes of the Creator?

There is no difference.

Perhaps, from this point of view, the Creator is absolutely fair, and there is no better way to be fairer—it is a dead end.

Are you afraid, are you afraid, are you confused, are you overwhelmed? Don't have any of that.

To hell with that bullshit creator.

Are you proud, are you proud, are you complacent, are you looking at no one? Don't have any of that.

It doesn't matter if you do nothing or be brilliant in your life, but remember that you are a unique thinking individual, and no one can replace you.

In the face of everything, it is best to maintain a calm mind.

Then grab the sharpened sword that glows silver, red, white, yellow, violet, blue, gold, light, laser—in short, what you think is the right sword, and fight your way through the chaos opened up by the Creator!

May 14, 2016 diary