The former self actually pursued perfection, to pursue the fleeting, hazy and vague feeling of perfection. In the end, my heart is bleeding, and I can't find perfection at all!

I said that I was looking for perfection, but I was wrong, there is no real perfection in the world, there are just ordinary lives, ordinary people, and ordinary things.

Some people are perfect on the surface, but they are cunning on the inside, and some people are just the opposite. Perfect, where exactly is it?

I was confused for a period of time, and I was physically and mentally exhausted, how could I be perfect? One time I was playing with a friend, and I suddenly found the perfection I had been looking for. To my surprise, perfection turned out to be an ordinary little thing: cherishing every moment and every second with one's family and friends.

My friend and I were bathed in the cool breeze, walking on the deserted avenue, and we were so happy, as if we had known each other for several lifetimes. We talked and walked on every piece of land, as if we had forgotten time, and walked carefree. It turns out that perfection is to have your own happiness in a bland way. Ordinary is the so-called perfection.

The former self followed the appearance of perfection, but in the end, perfection actually existed in his own gestures. How much time was wasted, how long were you tired.

Perfection, there is no such thing as perfection in the true sense, ordinary is sometimes perfect. Cherish the happiness you have.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Ru Mengji] 25: Ordinary is perfect (high school work) is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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