When I was younger, I always felt precious and satisfied every time I worked hard.

If I didn't meet my expectations, I would be depressed, disappointed, but no matter how bad it was, I never completely despaired, and I stumbled through the first half of my life with a simple and vague expectation and hope.

is close to the age of confusion, it is still a little too early to talk about marriage, but the psychological age is indeed no longer young.

Time flies without a trace, flowing water, how short is life?

Ordinary people like me will not be like a cultivator with profound internal strength, who can see through the heart of letting go of all earthly fetters and idle clouds and wild cranes, and concentrate on cultivation; will not be like a muddy nightmare, wantonly squandering the precious rest of his life.

I am like a speck of dust, shuttling among the chicken feathers in the ground, and at the same time I am reluctant to abandon and look up at the vast starry sky; In the leisure of dealing with trivial chicken and dog scraps, pick up the beloved spring flowers and autumn moons, summer clouds and winter snow.

Because for the rest of your life, you don't want to abandon yourself too much, and life also needs our support, so it's better to settle down, move forward quietly, don't ask about gains and losses, and have a clear conscience.

Looking up is the starry sky, looking up is the scenery, under the feet is the firm footsteps, the sunset and the morning sun are equally beautiful, and moving forward is the best trace we leave to life.

"Essays on the World" 2023/9/2 The simple self is in the hand, please wait for a while,

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