Life composition 1 You may have found that when you rush about on the road of growth hopefully, you will always encounter many unfairness.
Anyway, we should live well for ourselves.
It is not selfish to live for yourself, and everything only hovers over your head; Living for yourself does not mean locking yourself in the starting point of progress and thinking about "nothing to do with yourself, hanging high" all day. Living for yourself is an eternal belief and a persistent pursuit.
Perhaps, you paid a pool of nectar, but you didn't get sweetness; Perhaps, you decorate the world with kindness, but you can't hear the voice of approval. So you are depressed by the desolation of the world and curse the injustice of fate. Don't do this, live for yourself. The world belongs to everyone. The world gives us life, so we should cherish it. In fact, your kindness and love make you live a full life every day, which is a reward. What is money, fame and fortune? Caring about these things will only be tiring for a lifetime. Always remember: "Real wealth is a healthy body, a simple life and a broad mind."
Don't complain that everything is false, don't complain that everything is hypocritical, don't say that you have lived in vain for many years, and don't say that you will never be loved by others. On the road of life, you have fallen down many times, but every time you get up strong; A foot deep and a foot shallow, you have
After countless storms, there is still your smiling face on the muddy road.
Believe it, some people understand you, some people respect you and some people love you. Blindly self-abased and complaining will only dye the beautiful life gray, and you will walk into the trough of life from now on. Everything is just a thought, throw away your hot head, don't care too much, I believe the world is still beautiful.
Live for yourself, no matter what others think.
Live for yourself and live for others.
There is a rice shop downstairs in residential area 2, which used to be a garage with a square space, small but orderly. The owner of the rice shop is an old man, tall and thin, with gray eyes that seem to be covered with rice bran. Occasionally I will see him squatting at the door, arm in arm, like a dead branch in winter. He lives with a dull silence and runs this small shop with this strange silence.
It is inevitable that my mother will send me shopping. You say, boss, I'll buy a dollar of water. It seems that it will take him two minutes to stand up from the light and shadow at the door and slowly lift the white cloth covered with the basket. His knuckles are thick, there are small cracks in his nails, and fine flour is embedded in them, but he doesn't feel dirty. He grabbed a handful of water and put it on him. The electronic scale began to jump and finally stopped at 96 cents. The buyer agreed to pay one yuan. He ignored it and silently put two more on it. It was a seven. Then he picked up another one and pinched off the smaller half. When the counter stopped at one yuan, he looked up and took your money.
If you take out 50 or 100 bills, it will take some time. He opened the drawer, put the change aside and took out the money detector to make sure it was true. He had to hold it up and take pictures under the light. At this time, the person who handed out the big bill has frowned anxiously: alas, I guess it's almost good to go home and roll noodles by myself. However, you have to buy flour from him.
It is said to be a rice shop. In fact, in addition to rice noodles, we also sell other things, such as sesame seeds, red beans, mung beans and peanuts ... packed in plastic bags, as many bags as we sell roll down and open. Colorful, but extremely concise and neat. There are freshly rolled noodles hanging on the machine behind, which exudes the guarantee of food and clothing.
I have never met the old man's family. Some people say that he lives alone because he never talks to anyone. Every morning, he would grab a handful of rice from the woven bag, scatter it at the door, and make birds cry in his mouth. I can't find a word in the Chinese characters I know to match the call, but all the birds understand it and peck at it, twittering as if greeting him. At this time, there seems to be some smiles on his face.
Sometimes, when I wake up and hear the birds singing in the trees outside, I can't help thinking that it may have eaten the rice from the rice shop in the community, and the rice seller won't talk to us, but the bird who ate his rice will sing to us.
Looking at him crouching there, he lived without sorrow or joy, ate silently, and lived peacefully. I think it's a good life to live like this and watch time go by.