I like to dodge, like to escape from reality, and find a quiet corner to start my own ideological journey. It seems that I have found a place to settle down and let me escape the troubles of facing reality.
Silence, silence can make me listen to the sounds of nature, whether it is a novel or a movie. In short, in that environment, my heart is relaxed, no longer flustered, but calm down and find myself in the voice.
Since reading Oppenheimer's biography, I have found that perhaps * * *' s idea is a reading hobby. Reading can't change anything, but it is a spiritual pursuit. With spiritual sustenance, perhaps a wandering heart can find a place to put it.
Maybe it's because winter has helped me find my own value. Walk an hour to and from the expressway every day. On the way that others think nothing, I give it spiritual sustenance. Maybe I hope to walk slowly, and the road of life will be different. Perhaps I hope that by listening to a passage, I can feel the power of inner awakening, or maybe it is the stable time of that hour, so that I can find that life can wait patiently, and then I can constantly try to break through my shackles and find a self-stable world.
Insisting on writing makes me see hope, writing endurance exercises me, and makes me full of yearning for life. Perhaps the effect is not obvious in a short time, but it has been full of yearning for a long time.
So slow down, slow down, stop pursuing the goal of quick success and instant benefit, but slow down, do every step well, try to lay a good foundation first, and then build a good building.
So I like to immerse myself in the world of reading. In that world, maybe everything is fine. Let me listen to a story with peace of mind. Maybe more troubles will disappear. Maybe I am such an introverted person, and I like to look for the beauty of silent winter.