Recently, I often have insomnia, and I have a lot of thoughts, tossing and turning.

It is probably because I see that excellent people are getting better and better, and I am getting more and more slack, and I feel anxious.

If you don't eat well, you can't sleep well, you can't get anything.

The dreams of the night and the decadence of the day seem to have become the norm for contemporary people. Living without purpose is a waste of life. He said he didn't care, but he really took it seriously. I have nothing to do lately, but I don't want to spend time on codewords, but I am still very happy that I can meet a lot of interesting books and interesting souls in my relatively leisure time.

I don't know why, but I suddenly want to think about the meaning of life.

Life can be regarded as a mission born in Chinese, and the traces of lie can be clearly found in English life. It is no wonder that the saints often say that all living beings are suffering, but no, they are responsible and full of lies.

When I was a child, I didn't understand the preciousness of life, life and death were just distant words, and frolicking was a daily activity, but I couldn't tolerate the existence of lies. When I grew up, I began to learn to lie, one lie after another, and make up a perfect story. Sometimes, in order to accomplish the so-called tasks and missions, we lie to ourselves. Thinking about it is also a talent.

When do people always want to present their perfect side to others? Although no one is perfect, even if he points at how unbearable someone is behind his back, he always looks like a spring breeze when he meets. The forms of life are increasing with lies, and the so-called richness and colorfulness probably come about.

I suddenly remembered that I don't know who said that philosophers have nothing to do when they are full. People only look for the meaning of happiness when they are unhappy, and only when they have nothing to do, do they look for something that can enrich themselves. It will be cherished only after it is lost, just like time and memory.

Memories are the most romantic things, and they are the times when you smile when you think about them.

But I admit that there are times that I don't want to recall for the rest of my life.

So the sage summed them up into memories, a time that could not be returned in a lifetime.

Life is the same, once this second has passed, you will never be able to return to this moment of you. It doesn't matter if things are people, the mood is always changing. I have always disbelieved statements such as light as a feather and as heavy as Mount Tai. Many times, our lives are for ourselves, so why not leave the judgment to future generations? It's just a matter of the past. It is a pity that most people are always trapped in the meaning of life and struggling with public opinion in society

Your life is so precious, if you have to give others the right to make yourself happy, then why bother?

Red dust as a companion, chic, very good.

(ENDS)