In life, everyone has his own code of conduct, and everyone has his own conscience bottom line and moral judgment standard. What is your tolerance? What is the bottom line that you have violated that makes your heart intolerable?

N years ago, the hazy moon and birds were a kind of artistic conception, and the white mist in the surrounding air was a fairy's feather, which was soft and subtle and beautiful. Don't you see that all the immortals in the Yaochi in Tiangong are walking on clouds? Body movements are ethereal and ethereal. In the works of poets and writers, the description of fog is poetic and aesthetic. N years later, people will be in the smog from time to time, and no pedestrians can be seen before. Behind me, where is the next generation? Everything is shadowy, beauty is gone, but panic is coming. What's more, it is said that some particles in it will affect health. For a time, all poetry and aestheticism were replaced by fear and panic. How much tolerance do you have for such a foggy life?

Occasionally, buses and light rails are crowded. I don't know how to get on or off. What is even more amazing is that there are often old people and women holding their children, and there are always a few unconscious people who bend their heads to play with their mobile phones or read newspapers and pretend not to see anything. What is your tolerance for such people? Who won't get old? Who doesn't have a wife and children? Who dares to say that he has never needed help from others in his life?

Years ago, walking in the street, the city was clean and tidy, sunny, the sea breeze was cool, pedestrians were elegant and polite, and buildings were scattered. Occasionally, foreigners with blue eyes and big noses feed pigeons in the square or read books in the bookstore, and no one will make a fuss. In a quiet and serene time, the rhythm is gentle and life is calm. I don't know when it started. As soon as I went out, there was a traffic jam and the long queue disappeared. I'm anxious and impatient. As soon as I went out, there were tall buildings everywhere. Thirty or forty floors are almost common, and the density is so high that it makes people feel numb. The most terrible thing is that there are people everywhere, people everywhere. How much tolerance do you have for such city life? When I am in a hurry, I even want to go to a ravine, buy two straw houses, an acre of land, plant a few peach trees, and raise a few sheep. Wait until the peach blossoms bloom next year and save them for drinking.

Life challenges the bottom line everywhere, only having fun by yourself.

Want to read the newspaper, besides gossip is entertainment, there are advertisements. Want to watch TV, every TV station is broadcasting the same TV series, or the same mode of marriage talent show. Want to surf the internet, there are title parties everywhere, either revealing or gossiping.

I want to go shopping and buy a dress. It's expensive, not tens of thousands. I want to go out to eat out and improve my food, but I just don't know how the soup is blended. I want to go out to travel and relax, but people are crowded everywhere, running around and looking at the back of others' heads.

Can you stand such a life? What is your tolerance? It's not that the more tolerant you are, the more generous you are. Many things are intolerable to others, so you can do whatever you want. There is a limit to tolerance. Of course, there are specific quotas for specific things.

In essence, the need for others' tolerance is a violation of the bottom line. You can't be Fiona Fang without rules. Do things according to rules and behave yourself according to rules. Don't live up to this.