The true color of happiness Zhang Baotong

Many people believe that with money comes a qiē, and there is happiness.

As a result, some people want to use the money to buy ready-made things when they have money, and they don't want to spend time and effort to pursue and create happiness. But happiness is not a commodity. It is a mixture of material and spiritual wealth. With money, you may be able to buy the material side, but it is difficult to buy the spiritual side.

Loving life and enjoying life does not necessarily mean living a life of luxury. Extravagant living often destroys people's sense of freshness. Instead, learn to live a life of interest. Happiness is hidden in the ordinary taste. For example, a heartfelt praise, a useful activity, a wonderful thought, an unexpected harvest, a surprise encounter, or a regretful parting can give people a fresh and beautiful feeling. And the whole process of happiness in life is gathered bit by bit.

Having money does not make people happy, but to live happily, you need to have an optimistic personality.

Sémir Johnson said, "Optimists see hope in pox, and pessimists see disaster in hope." Because optimists tend to see more of the bright side of things. They are open-minded, not shocked by honor and disgrace, will not be sad for petty profits, and will also disturb themselves for trivial things, but use a kind of self-entertainment and self-pleasing sentiment and open-mindedness to create a piece of happiness and joy for themselves.

On the contrary, the tragic character is a blissful deadly virus. It can make people pessimistic and misanthropic, depressed and unhappy, cling to the belief that life itself is a tragedy, suppressing the joy and happiness, exaggerating the feelings of annoyance and sorrow, and silently aging and withering in sorrow and lamentation. Happiness requires an interpersonal atmosphere and environment, and work can create this atmosphere and environment for us.

The reason why we want to work, rather than do nothing, is because it not only gives us money for life, but also gives us pleasure in life. We can bring the happiness that we ourselves seek and create to others through our work, and we can feel and experience this happiness from it. Louis Mann of the United States said, "Happiness is perfume, sprinkled on others, but also on oneself." ”

Happiness is a feeling, a character, a pursuit and a creation. It not only requires people to maintain a sense of freshness and sharpness, but also requires a certain amount of time and effort for people to acquire and cherish it. To create zào happiness is to build heaven. If you can live in an atmosphere of joy and happiness, you will enter heaven.

Looking at the moon in the wind, Zhang Baotong

When the moon rises in the east mountain, the wind quietly quiets down. At this time, thousands of mountains are solemn, thousands of mountains are silent, the mountains are thick, and the mood is ethereal. The night sky is like a lake in late autumn, and the moon is like a psychedelic mirror, like a dream emerging from a profound and hazy artistic conception.

The moonlight is bright and soft, filled with a warm and tranquil faint fragrance, and condenses the antique connotation and immortal feelings into the ultimate beauty of light and color, and makes the night of the world gentle and sweet, mysterious and moving.

Every moonrise is a scheduled appointment, a natural and natural heart contract. At this time, I always like to sit silently on the top of the mountain facing the moon, gazing at the shining moon rings. At this moment, Vientiane is dreaming, only I wake up, the fog is misty and the moon is misty, and the mountains are shadowy, so that people can see the dream frozen in the beauty without closing their eyes.

This moonlight is as tender as water, like a dream in the heart, filled with a kind of nostalgia and affection for the depths. In the whispering evening breeze, you can hear the wonderful echoes of the distant emptiness of ancient times. This is the collision and fusion of the poetic soul and the beautiful nature, and the yearning and reverence for the mysterious and ancient state of mind.

Like a holy and beautiful angel, Yue'er persistently walked from the distant sky, sprinkling the beauty of warmth, and walked persistently towards the distant sky, bringing the sorrow of the world. So, under the clear and bright soft light, there was the music of Liang Zhuhua butterfly, the moving of becoming an immortal, and the longing and touching love affair. At the same time, there is your gentle and charming figure in the dream of the world.

Day after day, you come from time immemorial, year after year towards eternity. Aren't you lonely, aren't you lonely? But you are not afraid of loneliness and loneliness, because your heart is always filled with the desire for light and love.

Zhang Baotong in the rain in the South Lake

Walking into the South Lake from the drizzle of Qingming, I suddenly broke into a fairyland outside the world. The South Lake in the rain is quaint and deep, safe as a dream, under the damp and low clouds, presenting a dark silence, as if it is so still that people sink into a dream.

The lake has an ancient mood and loneliness, and in the immersion, there is a transcendent realm and feelings. In the dark, it seems to worship in front of Lao Tzu, listening to the advocating way of "to the void and to keep quiet",

Through the rain and mist, looking at the railing, the lake island and the shore in the distance are full of trees, and the green is deep, and the lake island soaked in the rain and fog reflects a damp and quiet green. From time to time, wisps of mist rise in the forest, and there seems to be an ethereal dream hidden in the soft rain.

Rent a small boat and paddle around. The rain on the water surface is cool and moist, the humidity is intoxicating, take a deep breath, penetrate the heart and spleen, make people have a sense of spiritual recovery, sometimes there are a few egrets flying low in the sky, frolicking silently. Only the dinghy paddled across the water, like the wind rising, blowing a pool of spring water.

Come to the island, tie the boat,

The deceased has no story Zhang Baotong

Childhood friends are always unforgettable.

At that time, the sky was always clear and bright, and the night was full of stars, as if every sunrise had a wonderful story, and every sunset had a moving fairy tale. So, when I was a child, I had a thick collection of fairy tales. Maybe childhood is too naïve and naïve, maybe childhood is full of romance and dreams, so childhood stories are always so fresh and gorgeous. But the heart is easy to get old. When the heart is old, people will become snobbish and sophisticated, the transparent eyes will be clouded by the world, and the vain heart will also set up the balance of fame and fortune. So, when the old confidants meet, they tell all adult stories, such as money, wives and children, honor and disgrace of rich and poor, as if the stories of childhood have been lost in a distant season. Those who have achieved fame are arrogant and pretentious, those who are unlucky are untalented and cynical, and their speech and demeanor reveal excessive maturity. Mature people are no longer naïve and innocent. This adult story has become the afterword to the fairy tale. With a postscript, the fairy tale also has an ending. Therefore, although childhood friends still meet in dreams, they no longer have the color of dreams. Because there is no story for the deceased.