Life is like a dream, colorful; Life is like a song, the higher the blow; Life is like Tao, and the artistic conception is far-reaching.
There is nothing absolutely perfect in the world. The moon looks perfect, but its surface is uneven. I looked at a smooth and flawless piece of jade, but there were flaws inside. Jade bone, an ice-muscled epiphyllum, is full of fragrance, leaving a short-lived regret. The rose is elegant and shocking, and its thorns are also surprising. Affectionate peony, powerless rose, proud notice, Tianshan snow lotus, they are not perfect in themselves, but do their best to form a colorful and vibrant nature.
Everything has its defects, but this can never be a reason for pessimism or even failure. When I was a child, I often liked to seek a perfect life in the fairy tale world, the king who swept everything, the beautiful and affectionate princess, and the perfect score on the test paper ... However, when I grew up, I found that "perfection" was actually a luxury, and something called "defect" came into life.
Suddenly, we find that life has only left us a "perfect" shell, and we live in an empty shell made by ourselves. All fantasies are just a mirage. In order to live, we must break through the so-called perfect shell and face the cheese bravely after it is bitten.
Open the philosophical calendar against defects, and find that fate has played a cruel joke, but people have gained a brilliant life: