Feeling composition on the road of life 1: should we seek or work hard? I am not in the mood.
Questions from the road of life.
Grass beside the Qinghe River is full of dew; The willows on the new shore are full of vitality. So, you stopped. Passers-by all think that you are just resting your feet and blowing the wind, but they don't know that you have long been intoxicated with this piece of red flowers and green leaves and are complacent about "taking the beauty of the sky for yourself." Who knows, you are just a passer-by on this road.
Weeds are everywhere green, green holds up half the sky, and the river is a little red. When you get here, you slow down again and want to pick a red lotus and smell its fragrance. It's a pity that you have tasted the bitter lotus root in the middle of red lotus. So, you meditate, instantly put down the red lotus, and then pick a piece of green. As a result, you find that the weeds are greener. What should you do if you leave this green space again?
Time flies, you can only walk alone in the golden fields, but your mind is still full of memories of spring and summer.
Don't you feel guilty? It was supposed to be the season of sowing hope, but you missed it because you stopped; It was time to cultivate hope, but you slowed down and wasted it.
You have some regrets about the past, don't you? In the field of harvesting hope, you have no sweat to wipe off, but you can only imagine. Do you really want to be an air balloon that is not down to earth? Do you really want to be blind and arrogant?
Actually, I know you. You should be excellent.
You don't want to waste time. You are more eager than anyone to open up a field of hope. Just, secular vision, roadside scenery, let you slack off. Therefore, when you find that you have missed the hope and want to go back and work hard, there is no way to start. Is it because of despair or fear of trying again?
At this time, the harvest season has passed and everything will return to the earth. When it's time to bury hope, will you make a splash in the next position where you can harvest hope?
If you are in the mood, life should be very difficult, and I look forward to your success.
Feel from the road of life.
Life is like a road, a long, long way. There is wind, rain, sunshine and rainbow on the road. We all have our own different roads, and everyone has different feelings about their own roads.
Walking on the road, I found that the light around me was getting darker and darker, as if there was a bottomless pit ahead. I walked on and found myself surrounded by darkness. Everything is black, nothing. I feel endless loneliness and loneliness. I ran like hell, trying to get out of this darkness. I don't know how long it took, but I gave up. I fell to the ground, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. I feel like I'm dying, and then I feel like I'm sinking. Slowly sink. Like a stone, sinking into a bottomless abyss. I instinctively shook my hand, trying to swim upstream, only to find that no matter how I shook it, it didn't help. Suddenly, I heard a phone call, which felt familiar, but I couldn't remember it. After a while, I heard the same voice again I tried to open my eyes to see the source of the sound.
At this time, I found several light spots floating around, one of which was still bright in the dark, like dandelions and fireflies. I tried my best to get up and ran to a light spot there, from which the familiar voice came. I ran over and tried to hear what it was. I ran and ran, feeling that the light spots were like the stars in the sky, but I couldn't reach them. I gradually want to give up, but I can't bear it. I stopped to look at the light spots, and the familiar voice came over and over again. My heart gradually calmed down and I felt their call to me. I don't think I should give up and sink. I'm on the road. I still have something to pursue. I resolutely ran to those light spots.
At this time, the surrounding lights gradually lit up, and I got closer and closer to the light spot, and my voice gradually became clear. What a beautiful voice! It was the call of parents, the greetings of friends, the whispers of lovers, and I also saw the bright spot. That is the love of parents, the care of relatives, the feelings of friends and the warmth of society.
On this shore, we look across the other shore; On the other side, we look back at this shore. Feel the life, feel the lifestyle.