Today Little Y asked me; Do you hate people and groups that have hurt you? I asked her: Why, should I hate him or them?

The world is like a hedgehog, if you get close, you will naturally get pricked. Some people choose to escape the world because they are afraid of the pain. Some were ambitious and hugged tightly, and they were also drenched in blood. I don't choose to escape from the world, I don't choose to hold onto it, I just lick the wound quietly after being pricked by it until it scabs into a cocoon and grows a hard shell. Why tear the wound, relive the pain, and use memories as a medium to turn into a pustule that will kill at any time? What's more, "hate" is a diligent and happy life, you have to first accumulate strength, review every moment of pain like a pervert every day, and then gather momentum, torture yourself with courage, and finally sprint, and make a poisonous oath to give a little pressure to yourself, what will be repaid twice in the future, otherwise you will not be a person or something.

This kind of work of working overtime without a salary increase is too tiring, and I am lazy.

At this point, the reader may ask why such a trivial phrase of ordinary small talk should be written. Kneading posture is very eye-catching. The audience was angry, and listened to Xiaosheng speak slowly. As the saying goes: "Thoughts are born from the heart" Everyone asks questions mostly to solve their own knots. But they don't want others to know their predicament. So find someone who has a similar experience or trust to knock on the side and seek a way out. And Xiao Y is in such a situation.

Objectively speaking, Xiao Y has achieved extraordinary results and has many commendable experiences. It's just that how can the eagle that has just taken off be too high? Its wings are so powerful, its muscles are so strong, it wants to fly into space? But there are no eagles in space. So she slowly fell, slowly and slowly, as if she had sunk to the bottom of the sea. But did you really sink to the bottom of the sea? Have you ever seen an eagle swimming in the sea, and you are still in the sky compared to the vast sea, but your eyes are fixed on the sea.

Everyone is born different, but I don't exaggerate how different they are. There are indeed people in this world who turn into dragons and go straight to the nine heavens, but the most in the sea are still fish. There are many sentient beings, all living beings, and some people refuse to admit it all their lives, but it is fate. Here I am not talking about the superstition between the palm prints, but the amount of each person after birth + growth + opportunity. The size of the instrument determines your sky.

If you are an eagle, then go and fly, have you ever seen an eagle running on the ground, even if you die in the sky, it is your life. If you are a fish, then go to the sea to swim, have you ever seen a fish flying in the sky, even if it sinks to the bottom of the sea, it is your life. If you are a dragon, then go to refine, no one has ever seen a dragon, but something that soars into the nine heavens, and the world calls it a dragon.

There is nothing wrong with being ordinary, and success is not noble. Life is fleeting, the most important thing is to do more things to make yourself happy, as long as this matter is harmless to people and the country, then other people's broken words are just a few dog barks.

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You said you'd come, so I'm waiting

From morning to morning, from spring to spring

Accompany the years and never stop

Until one day, the evening breeze brings you sorry

I'm still waiting

From morning to morning, from spring to spring

Because you said goodbye

Goodbye is goodbye, and goodbye will see you again

Until one day, the setting sun dyes your wedding dress red

You sent me an invitation

I'm still waiting, waiting for time for me to change

The Meaning of Life

O life! Life! You gave me existence, but you didn't tell me meaning

This makes me how to live!

So I asked the sky, the meaning of my life

The sky is silent

So I asked Jianghe, the meaning of my life

The river is silent

So I asked the mountain about the meaning of my life

The mountains are silent

Eventually, I grew old, and I met the Buddha

Buddha Day: Pursuit

"The Wind Rises"

The wind comes from me,

Will it laugh?

Will it cry?

Will it be angry?

Flowers come from me,

Is it beautiful?

Is it moving?

Does it love me?

You came from me

I............