At night, I occasionally think of the words in the distant Book of Songs in An Yi's "A Exhausted Love is Slowly Returning". Every week in class, I heard the teacher talking about the words in the Book of Songs, and my heart began to slowly penetrate into the throbbing feeling of those words.
"I am a passer-by wading through the water, and the river is deep under my feet. I lost my initial eagerness and quietly walked into the river. During this journey, I always make my heart full of strength and can arrive firmly and steadily ... "
Many times, we can't go back to the beginning and find the lost true self. However, in the future, I wonder if I can strive to grow into an ordinary woman with a faint vision and a rich heart.
Love yourself
There is a tiger sniffing roses in my heart. I think even if life is as bright as a garden full of wild roses, it's no use if you still can't find it in your heart. As everyone grows up, those desires and greed, vanity and fame and fortune surround this fascinating world like tigers. Can you still gently lower your head and smell the refreshing bright roses?
I used to stand outside the library window every day, looking at people passing by downstairs, and suddenly remembered the people who were happy or sad, or leisurely or busy when Xiao Bailong first came to the world in The Story of Wukong that I saw the day before yesterday. These days, there are always big white clouds floating, like blue sky, looking up at the blue overhead, warm and safe.
Sometimes I wonder if there will be a beautiful and lonely girl like Xia Zi in the story of Wukong sitting in the clouds overlooking the noisy world. "You know what? They call me' Xia Zi who always smiles', but no one will always smile, except stone statues and fools, you know? "
I'm like an actor who laughs when he cries. Over time, I don't know whether this kind of sadness and joy is my own or a kind of performance. Many people are looking at me. They are applauding, but I am lonely. I live in my own fantasy. I fantasize that I am in a simple and complicated world, where there are only gods and demons, no people, no trivial things in the world, but everything you can't imagine. But really living there, I am lonely, because I am alone. -"The Story of Wukong"
"The fish trapped in the dry spring gasped at each other, spat at each other, and got wet with each other for a living. Isn't it too painful to live like this? It is better to be at large in the rivers and lakes and not know each other! " ("Zhuangzi" Chapter 14 "Heaven")
Recently, an accidental reader, Lin Yutang's Reading Confucianism and Taoism: Left-handed Confucius, Right-handed Laozi, remembered a popular sentence on the Internet, "Jianghu is better than getting carried away". Remember, the writer Su Hei said that memory has capacity, so how can people decide whether to remember it or not?
Time is running out. I walked, walked a long way, and my heart was always on the road. Those years were confusing and fascinating. Who can get that clear heart?
I like sweets inexplicably recently, like those sweets, and like that sweet feeling. My friend said that people who love sweets show that she needs to rely on them. Maybe. I miss it. It smells like home.
"Simple love, sunrise, sunset. Enjoy sunshine, breeze, rain and dew and dusk together every morning. Such a wish is not greedy. I think love is a life of mutual concern. Acceptance and running-in, so that love can withstand the fleeting time. Holding hands, happiness in plain is more precious. " I came across a sentence, which was very agreeable to me.
Yearning, a bright window. After opening, there will be a fragrant smell.