Poetry of exemption from service

The world kissed me in pain and asked me to sing. This solemn poem belongs to Tagore. The beautiful woman sent a text message saying that she was deeply hurt by her beloved. She wrote: "I hate him because he makes me hate the world!" " "I quickly sent Tagore's two poems to her, and explained that if we pay back pain with pain, hate with hate, and even copy and expand this pain and hate endlessly, the person who will eventually hurt is ourselves. She replied painfully, "but I really have no songs to sing!" "Yes, the world will inevitably impose fragmentation, cruelty, twists and turns, deception, failure and disease on us. It seems that if you don't do this, you won't show its majesty. Our dreams, like porcelain bottles, are broken one by one. We wriggled like snails, crawling slowly on the ground, scarred. It aggressively sticks out its blood-red tongue, spouts flames from its mouth, and together with our throat, the singing channel, is about to be burnt! We are all people who can't digest pain well, even the "amplifier" of pain. When life gives us a drop of seawater, we think that the whole ocean has been overturned, so our world has also been overturned, and we are all trembling and at a loss. When life gave us another spoonful of seawater, we had a cold war, but we didn't give birth to the illusion that the whole ocean was overturned; Later, life spilled a basin of seawater, and we shook our wet hair and told ourselves that it was just a basin of seawater, and no matter how fierce it was, it could not drown the shore; Finally, one day, life overturned the whole ocean for us to see. We learned to bear it silently, looked up from our grief and said, "I'm fine, really ..." No one can get the exemption of "painful kiss". "Kiss of Pain" is a fierce gift that life forces on us. You can have it if you want it, and you can have it if you don't want it. However, when we stubbornly stand in today's wind and recall the day when a drop of seawater was transformed into the whole ocean by us, we can't help but burst into laughter. We are all feeling guilty for ourselves who were in the war! Maybe I'm thinking, if possible, I really want to send myself back to the depths of the years and let myself lean on the "a drop of seawater" incident and sing a few songs freely. From digestive pain to digestive pain, this deeper sad footprint records our mental journey of real growth. The world kissed me in pain and asked me to sing. The man who said this is a great singer whose voice was kissed by God. He sings with his own soul. And those of us who sing badly are willing to live in the same mood as our own songs-not to belittle the whole world because of "painful kissing"; Learn to send that spiritual self to a higher platform and look down on yourself surrounded by trivial matters today; Be kind to yourself and always keep deep affection for yourself; Believe in the power of singing, and believe that the god who will dominate tomorrow lives in bright notes; Try to teach yourself: take the courage to change what can be changed, open your mind to accommodate what cannot be changed, and take the wisdom to distinguish the two. I look forward to saying to myself as soon as possible: the world kissed me, and I want to return the song!