One day, Wang Po next door cursed in the street. It turned out that one of the biggest watermelons was missing from her watermelon field.
She is scolding the person who stole her watermelon.
The mute "heard". He brought a watermelon from home, put it at Wang Po's feet, and turned away without saying a word.
Wang Po was silent. She stopped cursing.
However, we all don't know why the mute brought a watermelon. Did he steal this watermelon from Wang Po and return it to Wang Po on conscience, or did he grow it himself and give it to Wang Po? He just didn't want Wang Po to doubt the whole village because he lost a watermelon. ...
He is a mute. He can't say anything.
However, I know he is noble. His nobility lies in his failure to explain anything: his guilt, his charity, whether he is a bad person or a good person. ...
In daily life, we explain too much. You often say: Will you stop talking and listen to me?
Have you ever thought about how powerless a person's language is in the face of doubt and speculation?
In fact, there is no language in this world that can testify for you.
Be a noble mute. Your goodness and badness are in your silence, your sadness and joy are in your silence, and your truth and falsehood are in your silence.
Perhaps in this world, there is nothing true or false, good or evil, sad or happy, just because you explained it, because you long for truth, goodness and love, and … instead, it becomes false, evil and broken.
Be a noble mute. There is gold in your silence. If you think you don't like it, no one thinks you hate it. If you don't think you are good, no one thinks you are evil; If you don't fight, no one will fight with you; No one will insult you if you don't express yourself.
Noble mute, there is your gold in your silence.