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Do you know what the spirit of ants is?

When I was a child, I was lying on the ground and watching ants climb, which was fun at first, and then I had a thoughtful feeling. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Now that I am fast forward to the year of not being confused, I sat idle, and then I picked out that scene to reminisce and think, and suddenly there was a kind of "suddenly looking back, but that person was in the lamplight" general understanding. Although it is not elegant, the right to write it down is regarded as the mark of the passing of time.

If you compare man to an ant, no, I mean, if man looks at himself like an ant, then living in the world is like an ant crawling on sand. What is the end of the sand? No one can answer. If anything, it's the grave.

Life is a journey between life and death.

Ants never think about what lies ahead. It just crawled forward with its head down, serious and meticulous, leaving a series of regular or crooked marks on the sand. When people see this trace, they will say, "An ant has crawled over here." This should be seen as the value of an ant's life.

Why do people have to be convinced that there must be a garden in front of them, and that there are birds singing and flowers in the garden, and that some people clapping and some people cheering, before they are willing to spend some effort crawling there? For these people, where they finally climb becomes undoubtedly the criterion for judging whether life is worth or not. As for the footprints and traces left behind people, not many people cast a glance of attention.

When people live in the world, they should crawl forward like ants. Along the way, it is natural to leave a trail of footprints behind you. This is the true value of life. Otherwise, a man is worthy to lie still on his stomach. No one can guarantee that there must be a garden ahead.

Then he compares people to ants. When an ant just crawls out of the hole, it is free of burden and relaxed. When he crawled all the way to a grain of rice, he puffed up and put it on his back, when he came across a leaf, he puffed up and put it on his back, and when he touched a stalk of grass, he puffed up and put it on his back.

Actually, the grains of rice, the leaves, and the stalks of the grass had nothing to do with how it crawled out of the hole. No one ever said that it had to pick them up one by one and put them on its back. But now, it's as if it's crawling all the way for these Raushs, and then it's making itself unbearable.

In people's dictionaries, this grain of rice may be a position and a title, the leaves may be the reputation of a family, and the grass stalks and pebbles may be a large sum of money or an opportunity to go abroad for investigation......

Or ask, are there ants in the world that don't carry anything on their bodies?

There really isn't, and there can't be. However, it is one thing to carry it on your body, and it is another thing to carry it in your heart. Legend has it that two monks were in a hurry and rushed to the river when they encountered a heavy rain. A woman was drenched and shivering by the river. Monk Jia resolutely picked her up and waded across the river. Monk B has always been obsessed with this, and finally couldn't hold it back when staying at a hotel at night, and asked: "Senior brother, the Buddha is close to women, why do you pick up that woman and have a skin-to-skin kiss?" Monk A said: "I put her down a long time ago, why are you still carrying it?" The heavier the back, the more you have to let go of your heart, and there is no other way to do this than not to take those Laoshzi seriously. It's a pity that what we see is that there are too many people carrying them on their backs, and they are carrying them even more in their hearts, and they are carrying them heavier. What's even worse is that I didn't carry it on my back, but when I saw other ants on my back, I blushed and was warm, and my heart suddenly carried ten points!

Unload those raushs from the heart, people will be more open, more cool, more leisurely, more free and relaxed.

Man, in fact, is in such a middle ground: for ants, it is a human being who is incomparably sacred. For the universe, it is nothing more than a small and humble ant. Moreover, in front of man, there is a long and endless chain that stretches away. Behind the man, there is a longer endless chain that stretches away. As a link, what we now call people only stay in the long river for a moment, no matter how brilliant it is.

Comparing people to ants is not contempt for people and contempt for them. On the contrary, it is an exaltation of people.

The ant only lives according to its duty. It is industrious, hardworking, tenacious, and thrifty, and it never makes a declaration, much less self-righteousness, and raises two tentacles as a banner to show off.

What about people? Heaven and earth like ants who live as they do their duty, should really erect a monument for them, just write four words: ant spirit.

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