Somehow, I walked by several times, but I didn't see bees buzzing or butterflies flying. I just glanced at it, didn't stop, didn't know its name, and didn't want to find out.
I want to shoot today for no reason. I took out my mobile phone and gestured left and right, constantly changing the angle, and suddenly there was a difference-several brakes nearby lit up.
This one is on the edge of the flower bed near the road, closest to me, more than a foot higher, giving people a macro effect-other flowers and leaves have a hazy background, and even the veins in front are shining.
The autumn is crisp and the sun is just right. There are no white clouds in the distant sky, and the trees in the distance are blurred. Against the faint blue sky, it is quite creepy to stare at it in the dark and windy night.
And this flower, in front of the ghostly tree shadow, has three blooming "little pinks" on the thin fleshy stem, bathed in the sunshine, clear and beautiful, bright, but graceful and unrestrained without losing femininity.
Heartbeat, instantly soft, suddenly love.
Move again ...
This song "Flowers in the Rock" has long been familiar, but its meaning is not clear. For a moment, it seems to be suddenly enlightened.
There is no careless mistake in the world, as the saying goes, "benevolent people have different opinions, and wise people have different opinions." Although everything in the world exists objectively independently of us, we have formed our own three views because of different living experiences or active or passive learning, and brought on "colored glasses" to have a differentiated understanding of this objective world.
At one time, a literary friend left a message after the article, saying that I was idealistic. In the education we receive, idealism is naturally not a commendatory term. How can we be idealistic? I can't help but reflect.
In retrospect, in the early years, my sister's classmate married the eldest of the four brothers. I always see her holding a sweater all day, one on the left and one on the right. My sister asked her how she kept knitting. She replied that she would knit one for him, his parents and his brother. Finally came a sentence: I just want to leave a good one (I hope others will praise it)!
At that time, I was still young and not in love, but this sentence was deeply engraved in my mind.
At that time, the slogan was that women hold up half the sky and women bear the same responsibilities as men in the workplace. Returning to the family is still a traditional concept that men are the masters outside and women are the masters inside, and they are willing to manage the whole family. If you want to write a good hand, you naturally have to work hard.
The older you get, the more you realize that this "good" is far from hard work, simplicity and humiliation. What's more, even if you say a good word in the end, it doesn't mean that you live a full, happy and comfortable life.
You may still have dreams in your heart when you are young, and you may also have many grievances and even some fantasies, which may be accompanied by distant dreams, no one to appease when you are wronged, and loss after disillusionment. You begin to doubt yourself, depressed and anxious for no reason. ...
Being in such a state of negative energy, it will only get worse if you continue to indulge. This is by no means the way to love yourself. A person who doesn't love himself or can't love himself is doomed to be unhappy.
An adult should be responsible for himself first, and nothing is more important than affirming himself and believing in himself. Instead of asking for help from the outside, hoping to let others control their emotions, it is better to ask for help from the inside, invest in yourself, do what you like, and make yourself capable, happy and confident.
Therefore, in recent years, I have deliberately changed, seeking peace of mind in everything and getting rid of the internal friction of tossing and turning; Take making yourself happy as the standard, and refuse people and things that make you unhappy; If you don't do something, you will have regrets, so you will act immediately. ...
Focus on what you like and want to do, and most of them can be done well, even if they are not satisfactory, at least they have worked hard, without regrets or entanglements.
Today's self, cheerful and optimistic, loves life and all the beautiful people and things in the world. According to friends, it's still quite positive. All this is because I do things from my heart. Although there are still many shortcomings, I like my present state very much-always on the road, seeking, making progress, being true and having courage.
Under the premise of not affecting others and not causing trouble to others, follow your heart and live according to your own wishes, isn't it good? Shouldn't it?
The famous comedian Chaplin wrote a poem when I really began to love myself on his 70th birthday in his later years:
The talented comedian who once brought us infinite joy had a rough childhood and experienced many vicissitudes. At the age of seventy, looking back on his life, the lead faded and returned to the true nature, leaving us with this poem, telling us what true love is. Every time I read it, I am very moved, and then I firmly follow the path I chose from my heart.
This flower has a beautiful name-Catharanthus roseus, which is also called Four Seasons Spring, Ririchun and Ririxin.
May we be evergreen and happy forever. You are new, you are new, and you live what you like.