In our long life, the shortcomings are like a shadow; when we are young, we are enthusiastic and unstoppable, but we are easy to move blindly, and we often run into walls everywhere and do stupid things; in middle age, we are calm and experienced, but we are afraid of our hands and feet, looking left and right, and we lack a kind of sharpness; in old age, we are full of bamboo in our chests and strategizing, but we are unable to do it, so we can only sit and watch the sunset.

In this world, the shortcomings are everywhere, the small bridge and flowing water are elegant, but there is no majesty of the desert sunset; the waves of the Yellow River are bold, but there is no murmuring charm of the stream; living in the city for a long time, eager to go to the mountain village to wash away the impetuousness; deep in the mountains, hoping to go to the city to broaden their horizons.

Regrets are everywhere, and regrets follow them like shadows. So, modern people whispered: "I want love, but I'm afraid of getting hurt, I'm afraid of getting hurt." So, the man lamented: the virtuous woman is not beautiful, and the beautiful woman is too domineering, so the woman is distressed: the man who has no money does not want it, and the man who has money is unreliable.

People instinctively reject defects, people can't avoid the entanglement of defects, history accumulates in defects, the sun and the moon alternate in defects, and life grows old in defects.

However, what would the world be like without regrets? Without the lack of the moon, the full moon is in the sky every night, will it be a kind of monotony? Without the wind, frost, rain and snow, the sun is shining, will it be a kind of boredom? Without sadness, how can we understand the value of happiness? Without suffering, how can we cherish the meaning of happiness?

There's a song that says, "Loneliness makes me so beautiful." I would say that imperfection makes us so beautiful, cold makes us embrace warmth, dark night makes us chase light, poverty makes us absorb knowledge, loneliness makes us grateful for love.

Without regrets, we can't hear Liang Zhuhua's eternal swan song; without regrets, we can't comprehend the artistic conception of "the curtain rolls the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers"; without regrets, Venus's broken arm is a wonderful reverie; without regrets, how can Van Gogh's "sunflowers" bloom vigorously?

Defect is a kind of beauty, is the soil of perfect existence, to tolerate defects, is to tolerate the whole world, to respect defects, is to respect every life.

A pair of **** guards Lala once said to me: "You are separate, you can live together in seven years, and you still have seven years of romance." The bitter lovesickness has become a reason for romance, can it be said that we also have a kind of beauty shining in the distance? (To be continued.) )