Grandma went to pour a drop of clear oil. She said that dropping a few drops of clear oil into the ear hole would get the flying insects stuck and suffocate them.
My mother told me to stand up, put my ear on the lit light bulb, put it on my ear like magic, and whispered, bug, bug, come out quickly and play for you ... Sure enough, in a short time, the bug slowly climbed out and circled around the light bulb happily. Mom said that bugs like light best, and wherever there is light, it flies.
For two different methods, people explain that the former is life and the latter is poetry.
When grandma died, I was sad and scared. A person who loves me has gone forever and will never come back. Suddenly, I felt the darkness of life. My father inspired me. He touched my head and said, grandma is not in town. That direction leads to heaven. God called to her in the garden because he liked her. I know that grandma is a very devout Christian, and this explanation makes my heart suddenly locked. My father adapted my sadness into a fairy tale.
Since then, I have lived with a smile, and I know my grandmother wants me to. Wherever I go, I will give myself and others a smile and try my best to spread my love to every corner of the world.
A third-grade primary school student said in his composition that his future wish is to be a clown. A teacher approved: without ambition, you can't teach a boy! Another teacher wishes: May you bring laughter to the whole world!
Once I traveled to Izu Peninsula in Japan, the road conditions were very poor and there were potholes everywhere. One of the tour guides repeatedly apologized and said that the road was just like pockmarked. Another tour guide said poetically to the tourists: Ladies and gentlemen, the road we are taking now is the famous Izu "charming dimple avenue".
Life is the same. When you are troubled by something, have you ever thought of another solution? None of us can control life, but we can "adapt" to life. At that time, you will feel that life is a very poetic work, not just the pain from one shoulder to another.
Without a director in life, we can't rehearse for our own life, but we can be screenwriters. Although everyone's life will be an old account, we can turn it into the genre we want; Those romantic days can be adapted into poems, those daily necessities can be adapted into essays, and those ups and downs can be adapted into novels ... Let your life flow like water all the time, leisurely and poetic; Sometimes it's like a mountain road, with ups and downs, twists and turns and light.
Life is a chaotic material library. What we have to do is to make ourselves an excellent screenwriter.