? One calligraphy exhibition after another has made his popularity constantly expand, but his life has also become busy. In this way, he survived a year. One morning, he looked out of the window and saw one tiny dust after another through the sunlight. "How free they are!" " He said with emotion. How he now wishes he was one of the dust, a free dust without worries, drifting around with the breeze, looking at the mountains and the earth.
? After another half year, he began to get tired of calligraphy, because he thought it was because of calligraphy that he had such a life now. He felt troubled, sad, sad and even lonely about his life now. Even his best friend felt that he was a celebrity, and he was no longer full of admiration and admiration as before.
? While reading a book one day, he saw a passage like this: In fact, you don't need to care about what others think of you, and you don't need to change your interests and hobbies because of what others think. He thought about it and found it reasonable. So he said to himself, "I am me, I am just me, just a dust scattered in a fireworks, just a small dust scattered in a grand competition. I just need to be myself." As for what others think of me, I don't need to care too much, I don't need to be troubled by the worship of others, and I don't need to change my love for calligraphy because of others. "
? In this way, he became happy from then on, and did not feel troubled, sad, sad and lonely. He still had a sentence in his heart: "I am me, I am just me."