When one afternoon I looked at the girl at my table, and she was smiling with great interest at her companions, her white and smooth face was full of smiles, and I looked at her smile, and admired her youth, for her activity, and for her energy, and soon I felt a sudden sadness, because she would grow old, her smooth skin would wrinkle, her energy would decline, she would no longer be as active as this, and then how many of her smiles would there be? Can it be as good as this? Woohoo, all the beauty that I feel now cannot exist forever. From the sentimentality of that moment, my heart told me that it was a kind of beauty—the beauty of the past.

At that time, I didn't have a kind of selfish domination in my heart, but only cherished some good things. But I know that everything is changing, but I have found a long time in the memories of the past, and I have gained something in the short past that has not been washed away by time, these things are the products of my struggle against time, or the imprint that time has left on my heart.

A lot of people around me want to get rid of the past and embrace a new life because they say the past was bitter and they don't want to think about it. For a generation like ours, the past youth was mostly related to exams, is it cramming education that makes our brains painful? Or again and again in the parents, the teacher's expectations turned into disappointment and forced to accept their ordinariness. Think about it, parents, teachers are using their years of experience to tell us what is a bright road, a great prospect, I think there are a lot of their expectations for their own youth, even if they are unable to achieve, but also look at their own children, students to achieve!

They all desperately want us to succeed, or to succeed according to the route they have set, but they forget that everyone in the world is unique, even the lines of the leaves growing on a tree will not be exactly the same, how can life be so standardized, vainly trying to impose their own ideas on others, can only produce dictatorship and autocracy, can only produce assembly-line machines.

The success that everyone wants has become a kind of normative success, so there are many people who fight for money, status, and fame, bite, compete, and compete, and after the competition, they are proud of what they gain, but those who fail secretly lick their wounds, and thus yearn for the light, or the favor of the goddess of luck. Here you might as well look at yourself in the mirror, the means of scheming, the fickle heart, the cunning and suspicious gaze, are you still you? What kind of success is such success, and is such a bright future the norm?

I wanted to ask angrily, but I could only be silent, everyone has the right to make themselves physically and mentally healthy, but no one has ever thought about whether they have an obligation to obtain physical and mental health for others. What can I say about that? There was still silence. To convince others that they are omniscient and omnipotent is to create a contrast between strength and weakness for themselves in a sense, resulting in a superiority that borders on perversion. It seems to me that all persuasion is nothing but chatter and arrogance, and in my eyes, all chatter will only lose its bearing, and all domineering will only lose its grace. And as a human being, the last thing you should lose is your bearing and demeanor as a human being. Even the persuasion of Mencius was powerless to change any of the king's decrees, and Confucius, who had been on the road for many years, was just as "panicked as a lost dog", even if they seemed right to us.

So even if you are right, don't try to impose it on others, because the road is made by yourself. Different from this, Zhuangzi is particularly unique among the hundreds of princes, so it has an extra weight. Zhuangzi asked heaven and earth with questions, and in the process of inquiry, new questions were constantly generated, but he never refused to impose them on others, so he also attracted countless people. It can be seen that all good and acceptable ideas can only give people inspiration and thinking, but I think that this unique, continuous exploration spirit is the greatest support and support for people in the face of the unknown.

The past is so reluctant to think about them, but I love to think about the past alone, because I know that as Heraclitus said, "Good and evil are one, just as uphill and downhill are the same way." I don't know what evil is, but what is good? "Generally, the other side of the things that bring you a sense of pain must contain great sweetness, but at this time we can only see the bitterness, and when we have experienced the various states of life and the sweetness of the world, we will find the great sweetness behind the small bitterness, so most people no longer complain about childhood, everything in youth, only praise and nostalgia remain.

In my passing, there is always a tear running through it, it is not so crystal and translucent, but it only flashes in the corner of the eye and has been erased by the calloused hand in an instant, I didn't understand before, I thought it was just a childlike joy, but I never thought that this is the condensation of the sad voice of life, because that tear came from my mother, my hard-working, kind, strong mother.

Now that I can read the expressions and tears of my relatives, I have understood many, many things...... I will take these to live a serious life and be responsible for myself.