There is an old topic called life. Life, such a simple word, has troubled so many free and quiet souls. The noise is like the gloomy branches and leaves in midsummer, making it difficult to tell which tree crack the mottled shadow passes through. Life is always confusing, and the twists and turns make people feel that time is disappearing like smoke. The misty and powerless people will inevitably feel anxious and uneasy as the years pass by. People cannot walk with the sun. At the moment when the fallen leaves are falling, if you stop and step, how can you know the rush of empty mountains and flowing water? We watch the years go by in a hurry, we watch ourselves grow old, and when we look back, the lights are dimming, but our hands are empty. After sighing, everyone will gather some blood and move towards the lonely and empty phantom city. No one knows that the phantom city will be empty. How long, because the tragic death of the meteor is a permanent scar. One-third of the passionate blood is sprinkled on the road, one-third is melted into the fleeting time, and the remaining one-third is cooled in the ordinary.
Pursuit is indispensable in life, but it must not be seeking. We need to have a dream, but this dream cannot be the extravagant hope of Penglai Yaochi. We are all ordinary, why do we have to dream of extraordinary things? Distant dreams are like distant concerns at the end of the world. Perhaps we can use the same bright moon to describe our sorrows and farewells, but who can guarantee that the bright moon floating in the sky will be full today and full tomorrow?
I have a desire to embrace the full moon. I have a dream that only takes half the moon. In the rolling rush of the world, I am afraid of my own glory. On a rainy night in late winter, I killed Kai. Because it cannot bring me any happiness, it is even like a heavy burden that prevents me from taking half a step forward. I shook my youthful fingers, touched my cheeks that were no longer immature, and looked into the shadowless black mist. Suddenly, I found that my dreams were trembling and my life was wasting away. That damn Kai covet makes me rub my dreams in trouble. I asked myself, why do I, an ordinary person, have such a distant desire for glory? I am ordinary, so my soul is a bit vulgar. Materialistic desires will make me admire the feasting and revelry. I went with the flow, and the only excuse I could find for myself was that I was ordinary. Because I am ordinary, I go with the flow, but going with the flow makes me feel a little vulgar. Ordinaryness is no excuse, desire is the real culprit.
I only want half a bright moon. Not vulgar for me, but very ordinary. The Qiong Tower of Toad Palace will only become a burden, causing the originally boiling blood to stagnate and cool down in despair. I am neither a saint nor a fool. I will not wisely let myself pick a bright moon, nor will I foolishly imagine holding the bright moon in my hand and laughing for the rest of my life. I am very ordinary. Dreaming about the bright moon, you can pick it with your hand, half a wheel is enough.
I only want half a bright moon. Some people may say that I don’t want to make progress. The dream of youthful wings should be rushed to the sky with all my strength. There is no reason for the passion of youth to stop flying. However, many youths with broken wings cry sadly in the wind and rain. How many of those young men who chased their dreams actually made their dreams come true? How many people know that these ancient words were written by a young man? The Chinese very much advocate the theory of golden mean, and now I am also influenced by this idea. No! It shouldn’t be said that it’s inspiration, but life has made me realize this. My youth will be squandered by me. It is through frustration and pain that I understand the criticisms life gives me.
I only want half a bright moon. Young friends, don’t expect that bright moon hanging high above the vast river. If we start a marathon expecting to reach the finish line when we take the first step, we will easily quit in despair. Everything has a degree. If it exceeds this degree, it will be like when the sun reaches its peak and everything will decline. As we grow older, we witness more vicissitudes and helplessness, and we will realize at a moment that we have missed the good times. It turns out that I set my youthful dreams too high and too far, but the stumbling world makes us forget hope in the ordinary and give up our dreams in despair.
I only want half a bright moon. Life cannot be pursued casually and vigorously. Just like "the flowers planted intentionally will not bloom, but the willows planted unintentionally will form shade." What we call great wisdom and courage in life does not mean being cunning and clever, nor does it mean being passionate. The true great wisdom and courage are: facing things calmly without letting them go, and adding things without anger without getting angry. A simple and ordinary heart is at ease in the world. I didn't understand before that ordinary thoughts can be the great wisdom and courage in life, but when I let my youth wander around in the world, I understood everything.
"Greedful heart, Yihudi." Where does this call come from? A warning for life. Most people are dissatisfied because greed is a weakness of human nature. We often say, "If you want to reach a thousand miles further, you can take a step further" and "If you want to see a thousand miles further, you can reach a higher level." These words of encouragement appear to be high-sounding on the surface, but in reality, who dares to say that this is not an expansion of desire? Why would someone lie about praise? Just for a few false words, when praise becomes a burden, greed will mutate conscience and do whatever you want.
I am very ordinary, so I only stand up for half a bright moon. I don’t want to be spectacular, because I don’t want to be lost in despair. Life is a luxury for everyone, if he is in a restless mood.