Sometimes it's really hard to like an unlikable person! It's already very laborious for you to be able to do it without hating, and you have the same feelings?

People can be proud but not arrogant, high-profile but not arrogant, modest but not humble, true but not arrogant, simple and excellent without being vulgar, live without being related to others, and live as a person who is clean and simple in life and soul. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Excerpt from "Spiritual Mongolian Plateau": "The bus squeaks to its destination, and she walks off the bus holding on to the guardrail, closing her eyes to adjust to the dazzling autumn sun. When she opened her eyes, she saw a tired, pale but extremely excited face. He sat on a small bench at the bus stop where she got off, and looked at her as she got off the bus in a daze, like a frozen statue. It was just the expression on his face and the bloodshot but piercing eyes that showed his joy at seeing her.

She squinted at him, her head still dizzy and shaky. He staggered to his feet and hugged her, a pool of hot tears welling up into her collar, and they hugged each other tightly, as if they had been reunited after a long time!

Shandan rubbed his hand against the back of this thin and boyish man, what could she give him? a burden? But how could a full of single-minded love be stifled?

The same dream had been repeated several times, and she was in a small space, with only a small window that could not accommodate her, and she wanted to escape from it. But the only window that could escape couldn't pass through anyway, and she was stuck in it and couldn't move, and a flurry of panic hit her, and she was shocked into a cold sweat, and woke up from her nightmare.

There is also a dream that often haunts her, the structure of a courtyard, in the dream I feel that I am a person from the east wing, a family of seven or eight people huddled on a big kang, but none of them know who it is, they know that they are a member of this family. Outside, there was a chaotic sound, like a frightened refugee in the center of the war, but it was clear that it felt like it was in its own home, while the restless and dangerous signals outside were tightly bound to the heart, and every time I woke up in fear.

Then there is an underground passage, empty, no one appears, and I seem to be floating in the air alone, without a place, feeling utterly lonely and afraid. Shandan thought it was a memory she hadn't forgotten from her previous life, shattered, but still hidden in her memory—"

I always cried when I was in pain, cried when I cried, wiped away my tears and looked up to face the moment again, and moved forward with a smile. I always feel that life is a mirror, reflecting my true existence, so I never cry when I can smile, and I only cry when I cry.

Although thoughts and emotions can get stuck in every casual moment, try to find a clear day and a bright sunshine.

Some people and things in life are often hard to forget, but the content of life that is destined to belong to you will become yours, otherwise it will be a misguided way. Cherish what belongs to you, give up is not yours, slowly, when you no longer remember often, to remember occasionally, to remember without waves, then, you are out of the fate of those people and things.

Our troubles are often clinging to what we shouldn't be attached to, neglecting what we should cherish, and the world is complicated, and we have long lost our clear discernment, but God will pull us back to the right track at the right time when we are lost. Fortunately, we have our own arrangements in the dark, but it just hurts our confused hearts.

A lot of things have been decided in a second of change, many people have not missed in the vast number of beings and met and loved each other, do you dare to say that everything in this world is not destined or inevitable?