Rule 1: Life is a change.
All beings, we are as small as a grain of sand in the desert. Ordinary people live in this extraordinary world, and people who are unwilling to be mediocre are like a flying butterfly in nature, always dreaming of transforming their ugly appearance. No matter who, no matter how small, is a delusion, one day he will change and dance like a butterfly in this bustling world. The gap in life is long and short, and our struggle is bitter and painful. When the little life is inflated by the desire of dreams, we become strong, and when the time is ripe, we finally become butterflies!
At the moment when become a butterfly was a cicada pupa, we saw our own success and others saw our brilliance. Therefore, we small people, at this moment, break the pupa into a butterfly. Although the process is painful, the mediocrity of fate makes us unwilling to be mediocre in this bustling world. The generation of dreams and the expansion of desires make us gradually lost in this confusing city.
Loss is failure. The trajectory of life cuts a series of cracks on the annual ring of time, which is a sign of growth and a trace of our transformation.
No one dares to say that I was born a butterfly. I can only say that you were born in a flower in a greenhouse, and we are undergoing various tests in the ocean of natural trees. When one day, we are all transformed, you are a butterfly, and I am also a butterfly, but I can fly higher and farther, but you may not be able to flap your beautiful wings when you spread your wings.
Therefore, the long-cherished wish of life, don't complain about its starting point, because we are looking at the midpoint, not the end. Once, I kept telling myself that life is a journey, and we constantly accumulate and experience it during the journey. Nowadays, life is also a butterfly change, a gorgeous butterfly change-we are accumulating, experiencing, constantly shelling, and then shelling until the last pupa comes out. Even on the road of life, we are scarred, but at the moment of brilliant dreams, this scar is also a fruit.
I dare not say that I will break into a butterfly, just as you dare not say that you were born a butterfly.
But on the way to hard work, we are still moving forward. In the face of difficulties, we will fall down, cry, and even run away, hiding behind the battlefield like deserters, shivering like the king who abandoned the city, fearing capture and even death. But the road is still there, it is still a long way, the annual ring of time is still spinning, and our fate is still being tested and troubled. When we look up through the vicissitudes of life with tears, we see the glory and dancing of others-are we still willing to escape and be deserters?
This is a long and painful experience, and it is a heartbreaking disintegration process. Running away will only make us weaker. At that time, we were so small that even the grains of sand would despise us cowards. Therefore, we should become gorgeous, not decadent.
We talk about such topics every day, even on the stage. Most people are changing, some are still asleep, and some have broken into butterflies. It's just that for those of us who play an insignificant role in a corner of the city of desire, in the changing years, we are suffering and enjoying the pain. When we learn to face the pain and get through it, we become butterflies in an instant.
In the transformation, we learned to meditate, to repent and to grow sturdily! Therefore, for us who are shelling, we must first learn to bear this painful process, then enjoy it and finally die!
Ji Hongchang said: The road is trodden by people, and the history is written by people. Every move of mankind is writing its own history. Similarly, life is our own, and glory is the * * * situation of life. Every time we shell, we struggle with this glory in the transformation. It's like history, from birth to death, has been recorded. And this person who records history is us who are changing.
So how far the trajectory of this life is, how brilliant the history is, how beautiful you and I are, depends on the process of transformation and how strong we are!
Chapter 2: Survival is a brush.
Gambling is a kind of life, thinking reference technology and mental calculation knowledge. Maybe we can guess a person's waiting, but we can't calculate many people's problems. In a pattern and a thinking space, our exchanges are just a drop of water, and our changes may not be able to control a lot of giving up, so we always understand that some people bring warmth and others take away the cold. Unfortunately, we can't correct many things now, not because of our limited ability, not because of our limited reading, maybe.
A life, whether it is a person or clothes, has different spaces from different angles. My choice, a life, the speed of heartbeat, the soaring of life, a knowledge must be lost. At that time, I was too light to accept today's sunshine, what I saw, what you heard, and the heartbeat of others. Maybe it's raining and snowing everywhere today, which makes us feel the cold inside.
Finish what you started. Look at a point and ask a world. One can delete one's own boundaries and look for others. Others may not delete all relationships. When we start talking, when we start listening, all the scenes are related to the heart. Perhaps the mistake on the spot is silence, and the understanding after parting may be misunderstanding. Many times, the way to treat others is different, and many words of goodbye, gathering and parting increase the painting of the soul.
A pair of wings, some people fly with money, some people fly with sweat, but some people still fly with fate. Our fantasy is very simple. To exaggerate the impossible, exaggerate the silence, and multiply many things will make our hearts miserable. The division of many words will make you understand the impossible, and then you will know when to learn to be silent, what words to listen to, what words to guess and what words to count. Some people can't fly high, some people can't swim back, but we still do.
The heartbeat of life comes from hope, the heartbeat of speed comes from wisdom, and so does the heartbeat of walking life, but the heartbeat of thinking will master itself, and the heartbeat of watching people will beat, but the judgment of missing people will persist, and the heartbeat of asking people whether it is warm or cold will beat, but the persistent death is very simple, and the heartbeat of guarding will be far away, perhaps it is a person's thinking mode, perhaps it is two people's spiritual space. We are human beings, or people with hearts, and there is no shortage of heartbeats and people. People who blindly chase people will not recognize themselves. People who lack reading don't know the value of home. Without the heart to learn from fatherly love and maternal love, they may not know how to cherish other people's smiles.
The beauty of wisdom is dedication, the communication between hearts, and the warmth of words. At a point, or around the soul, nobility is the life of dedication, and the soul is the guarantee of dedication. Even if 10 thousand people block a truth, there is still one person who will insist. The truth may come simple and go complicated, but it is still difficult for us to recognize ourselves, maybe we can't say it, maybe we can't find it.
The umbrella of the poor may be that when they say the wrong thing and wear rags, others don't say much, just watch, laugh when they look at others, and hide in the corner when they think of themselves, but smart people don't judge their lives because they are poor, some people will give their wisdom because they are poor, and some people will help themselves and people around them because they don't work hard. Your so-called poverty may be just to get what you want, while others call it poverty.
Some people talk, some people think about how to leave, some people cry, some people complain that they haven't caught up with the good market, some people refuse but find hope, some people don't understand, maybe some people have begun to talk, we can't replace others' reading, we can't change our destiny, maybe we can only take out the heartbeat of life, accumulate our own understanding, accumulate our own changes, and sometimes help others by talking. Sometimes we help people get dressed. When we can't contribute to the world, we can also contribute wisdom by waiting. We may be old, so we should pay for others while we are young. We may be ignorant, but we can't choose noble time, but we can recognize ourselves now and our instincts. We won't completely regret losing, and we will be modest if we win.
People cannot be born with wisdom. The development of the day after tomorrow takes time, and the education of life needs ups and downs, step by step, or step by step. In different analysis, some people struggle at one point, while others cry in their own corner. We can't refuse others' waiting, but we can give up our own protection. Some people are kind, and we can go to the sun. Some people still have small mouths, and we can still shout sleepy.
There is always a saying that you can choose to give up. There is always someone who will let you struggle, find the key and explore your life. That's your business. Some people have nothing to do with your heart. Some people can't build a house for you because of your fate, but they can contribute wisdom to you. Many people can't give you warmth, but they can let you know the cold. Your so-called flowers, or other people's frost and snow satire, can build a door for yourself. Or what you call money and material, some people don't need it, some people can't say it, you are still the one who makes your heart beat, and some people have grasped what they can do and pay by instinct.
Our loss may be for the smile of others, but our success can only be realized by ourselves. After all, time has accumulated a lot, and the words are sad a lot. The satire we accept is still dripping with sadness. When a place ends and a mood gathers, we find that we pay less, but we always get less, and we have less time to fight for it. Before learning to guess, we should learn to prolong the night and reduce the difficulty of reading. Unconsciously, we find life very interesting. Sometimes we smile but don't know the tears in the next second. Sometimes, our sadness may become a space for successful thinking. We can't decide, but we can choose a way to go.
It's not about one hand and two hands. Some people spend their whole lives accumulating, because they need to know and read deeply. We are in different sights, and some people have different guesses. Actually, we are very simple. We just don't suffer with other people's past, so we can't be rich with other people's present. Because we lack bitter experience and sad perspective, we can't recognize our own wrong way at a certain point, so we choose to dig, while others are there at this time.
I hate this winter. Some people hate my heartbeat. One person lives to teach many people, and the wisdom of a group of people is presented to one person. In a pattern or a space, what we are looking for is the quality of reading. What we are looking for is a change in thinking. Some people live by mistakes, while others must live by hope. Words disagree that different flowers have different tastes, people are still people, books are still books. Others lack the ability to cut down trees. We lack judgment, that is, we can't query yesterday correctly. We have lost our analysis and can't realize that there is a tomorrow of our own.
The world is realistic and I am serious. I met different people at different levels. Some people become attached because of wisdom, some believe because of friendship, some protect because of love, some are poor in others' eyes, some have no wisdom in others' world, and some have no warmth around their families. The so-called life is still a person, take your own route. When someone says yes, he laughs and laughs. Perhaps silence is very painful for us, and many words are also very tiring for us. We can't choose what we get, but we can choose what we give. Some people are born to give noble souls, while others are destined to take them when they grow up. Perhaps because of time, our other shore has changed. When I grow up, I am scattered, laughing and rich, not so young, crying and not knowing, and being protected.
The sun will not escape because you are poor, life will not be without moonlight because you are bitter, you will not give up because of your heart, you will not go backwards because of someone else's words, and struggle is not a person's decision. Change is not reading a book, but reading every book by yourself, so that you can grow up better and faster, see what you think in your heart and think about the mystery of life. When you are in a mode, you can use your thinking space to control your study.
No matter how you talk about other people's affairs, you can only have a mouth addiction and wait for an opportunity. Other people's tongues are not waiting for your heart, and your heart is not waiting for other people's clothes. You can make changes, and others can accept helplessness. They are all in the same world. Others' stupidity is just to show your advantages. Your money may not show your wisdom. A person's wealth is not how much he gets, but how much he contributes to the nobility. A person can be rich and powerful, or he can become poor instantly. It is very philosophical to take a road that life is bitter and you can stick to it with your heart, or to baptize the fate of others.
After reading a book and thinking about one thing, one can understand that the team that one looks at only understands wisdom and the team understands strength. We don't recite a book, we don't look at a person day and night, and we don't smile at a sad thing. We can't have the strength of a team, we can learn from our personal wisdom, we can't understand our hearts, and we can read ourselves every minute. We did very little, almost to the extreme.
There is a person who invests in wisdom and is admired by thousands of people. There is a person who invests money, but he can't see many people smiling at him. There is a person who gives his blood, not noble, not fate, hiding in the corner crying, hiding in the corner laughing. Others learn from him and ask around him. What this person gets is to give others send warm's heart. There is a man.
Chapter 3: It is better to move forward than to miss it.
It used to be beautiful, but we must move forward.
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The ups and downs of life are the only way for people to accept challenges. Since you have chosen, don't regret and miss it, because your life will move forward forever.
Autumn fragrance is scattered all over the top, and old memories haunt me. No matter how many problems life gives you, don't give in and don't look back. Zhuang Zhou's dream of become a butterfly is unbearable. Just like us, everyone has a college dream, but those who set foot on this road have worked hard for three years after all. Are you still willing to stay in memory and live in a dream? So, don't let yourself stand still and hold on to yourself.
There are so many things in life that you can't miss. But there are many reasons to move on. Come to think of it, which do you choose? Last week, I had a life-oriented conversation with two teachers. When that atmosphere condenses, as adults see, they talk about the past, the present and the future. When I felt a little comfort in my heart, I realized that it needed to be proved by action. Once brilliant, but because of the decline now, do you want to lower your head?
Really, it's better to miss than to move on.
Liu Zongyuan, a poet, realized that from that moment on, he really had to grasp the beauty and spirituality of mountains and rivers, realize life, get rid of dreams and live. In this way, there is no reason to stop you from moving forward. When parents see that you didn't make a penny and a half, instead of growing up, they ate your bad body and swollen your eyes. Think carefully about how sad they will be.
In high school, don't underestimate these two words. It is its beginning that makes me understand that there are many hardships in life: interpersonal communication, control of grades, attitude towards life, correction of personality and adjustment of mentality. People always have to grow up, and they can't directly become butterflies like Zhuang Gong. Haste makes waste. But like a pupa, it has evolved into another beautiful posture, and it can survive even in an environment that is happy for itself, and it has gained freedom in this way. Let's take on the responsibility of adults, take on the happiness and happiness that must be exchanged for struggle and growth, and use our own ideas to keep moving forward and reach the peak of life.
It is better to advance than to miss, to dream than to practice, to succeed is not to be missed, and to fail is not decadent. Opportunities are in your own hands, and you can go your own way, so there is no limit to your youth.
No matter how beautiful it is, we must move forward.
-P.S.