Poetry and reading in July

July is a colorful season. There are days when lotus leaves are infinitely bright, days when lotus flowers are red, and days when it rains. I don't know if spring will go, but it will clear up before summer is deep. The ancients were in the wild in July, and Shenzhen wandered in the hot rain and typhoon in July. In July, I read a few books piecemeal, some of them were absent-minded, and some were practical for health. I like the words that flow naturally from my heart, not like reading notes, but more like a conversation with myself. When you come by chance, you will improvise and record, and you will feel carefree. Occasionally, I write and read poems, and find something I like from my bones and soul. Even if I haven't touched it for a long time, it's still there. I've been with you, and you haven't even noticed it yourself. This is the magic of reading, which affects and changes you subconsciously, and some of them have been polished and carved before you realize it.

? Once so obsessed with words and records, later important people disappeared, and things that care about gradually split. The room full of books and wonderful words they have always loved has been stranded for a long time. I feel the words are really pale and numb. No matter how gorgeous you are, you can't keep what you want, and then you dare not touch it for a long time. Stories, essays, poems, and character records that have been shelved are all unfinished. Just wandering on the edge, as if I had loved something all my life and suddenly stopped touching it. You still like where it is, but you are no longer so eager to let it know, just know that you still love it. The same is true of reading and writing. Like breathing and eating, it has become an indispensable thing in your life. It is full of inspiration and always brings comfort to the soul. Like the brilliance of a meteor, it shines on my tired dreams and always saves a comfort, even in the most helpless time.

Let's talk about reading in July, from meeting yoga and being your own yoga doctor, from the love letter from Cangyang Gyatso to Zhu Shenghao, from the standard workflow of McDonald's to opening a shop. There are teaching and management tools and learning books. After reading them, you can refer to them and have your heart. On July 28th, I went to see the excerpts of Zhu Shenghao's love letters. After a few days back, the words wandered in my mind, and now I can recite them skillfully, finding the thrill and joy that readers heard for the first time. This is the magic of writing and reading, and you are not free when you meet it.

The same is true in life. The dream you insist on and the direction you are looking for have long been hidden in your soul. Some people met early, some people are still exploring, and some people run counter to each other, but the final destination has the shadow of your original starting point. So don't worry, don't be afraid, even if you are lost, even if you are suspected, you are still the master of your own destiny. Keep reading, writing and being yourself, and you will find the original you. Finally, I dedicate a little poem to the hot July and warm you and me. I hope we can all start a brand-new August with books and initial dreams, and look forward to meeting you better together. The world is so big and the dream is so sweet. Let's conquer together.

invincible

By covering my night,

I saw layers of darkness.

I thank God for it.

An unconquerable soul.

Even though I'm gripped by hell

I never flinched or begged.

Suffer a heavy blow from fate,

My head is covered with blood, but my head is very high.

Outside the world of anger and sadness,

What stands is only the shadow of terror,

Facing the threat of the future

I am fearless.

No matter how narrow the door of fate is,

No matter what punishment you get.

I am the master of my destiny,

I am the commander-in-chief of my soul.

Wednesday, July 3 19, Shenzhen.