The truth is just a light glimpse, and the coolness that goes deep into the heart ripples in the ancient and deep. The real wrinkles turn into deep and shallow imprints all the way, but they may not ripple the best light and shadow.

Truth may not be the best, but it should be true and save life.

It is recorded in the Spring and Autumn Period of the Lü family that the king of Qi was seriously ill, but Wen Zhi, who was a doctor, angered the king of Qi many times: he did not go to the prince of Qi for a while, and he did not relieve himself of the king's bed, and resigned without prescription medicine after diagnosis...... In the end, "the king rose up, and the illness was over."

The quieter the cicada noise forest, the more secluded the birdsong mountain. Wen Zhi hid his true purpose, so that the King of Qi could be healed with anger. If King Qi had known the cure that Wen Zhi had prepared for him earlier, then he could only be angry and not angry, and his condition should not be cured.

The truth may not be the best, but to the heart, the hope of the sprout.

War, upheaval, displacement. A mailman insisted on coming to a remote village every month to deliver her son's letters to an elderly mother and read letters to her who was illiterate. Her son went to the front early.

The sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds merge into the wall. The mailman came again, with a piece of stationery and a smile: Mother, I'm doing well. I miss you so much, I miss that little village...... Every time the old mother listened, she always held the letter with trembling hands, and her eyes were full of pleasure that could not be dissipated.

The sun is shining gold, and the sky is blue and the clouds are beautiful. When the old mother was laid to rest, there was only a wooden box full of letter paper beside her, and she had a smile on her face every time she listened to the letter. She will never know the secret hidden by the mailman, and her son has long since died in the war......

Truth may not be the best, but it creates life and saves the future.

In a small hospital in Thailand, you can always hear the sound of a guitar that is frustrating and cheerful. The performer is a mother with cancer. She adopted five children, and by the time they were finally able to go abroad for further study, the music of her guitar had flown to another world with her.

Unbeknownst to them, they flew higher and farther into the sky. They kept saying, "I'm going to come back and make my mother proud...... If they knew the "truth", the vision of the world would be vulnerable and shattered into bizarre patterns. They don't know that their mother is already standing in a corner of the sky silently watching their lives, as long as they look at the willows in spring and enjoy the lotus in summer, as long as they pick up fallen leaves in autumn and sweep the snow in winter.

The song of life can also reverberate and resonate. Not because of the truth, but one after another blooming souls, annihilating the dark shadow of the abyss, bringing more people to life and hope.

The real may not be the best, let the unreal beauty ripple in a circle, let the spring water reflect the mist and starlight, and let the unreal beauty outline a better blueprint.

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