Teacher Cha asked me to give a speech the day before yesterday, and I said, but I have nothing to say. I am the most impatient speaker. He said; Come on, talk to you, speak freely with you, and say whatever you want. As you know, the beginning of this school is very difficult here, and the life of our students is very boring; We need you to give us some running water. This makes me very moved. Boring, boring, I know. Although I am not familiar with you gentlemen, the fact that you think your life is boring immediately came to me with Zhu Jiaojun, an invisible and unreasonable monster. When he came, our whole body seemed to be covered by cobwebs, and we finally earned this arm before that one stopped. That's a terrible net. I also know the boring life and his disgusting face, and I think you all know him very well. He is everywhere. He is attached to everyone. He is a face now. You look at your friends. They printed him on their faces. Look at yourself in the mirror. Your face, I think, also has him. It's horrible and boring, like a toxic brightener. As soon as he entered our blood, our temperament changed color. I'm afraid it's far from life and close to the grave.

I am a person who believes in feelings. Maybe I'm an emotional person by nature. For example, the west wind came a few days ago, and when I woke up that morning, I woke up frozen. I saw that the people on the paper were lighter than usual, and the limbs under the bed seemed to have been soaked in cold water. I also heard the wind outside the window, blowing a withered jujube tree, falling one by one, rustling on the ground, flying out of the outer court and hovering in the corner. That sound was really like a sigh, so I remembered the west wind and the cold. When I went out that day, I sometimes saw something different in peace in the street; The poor old man and children were shivering on the street corner; Sooner or later, they can't avoid the fate of dead leaves on the tree. On that day, I felt particularly bored and almost worried.

Therefore, after listening to Teacher Cha's talk about how boring and dry you are, I understand and would like to come and talk to you. My thoughts, like others, are never systematic. I don't have that talent. My mental activity is impulsive and can be said to be spasmodic. I can't call him if my thoughts don't come; When he came, it was like wearing a wet coat. It was so uncomfortable that I had to try to take him off. I have a metaphor, what I just said is the dead leaves of autumn wind; I can compare mine to leaves on a tree. They won't fall until the time is up. But when the time comes, if there is any more wind power, they can only fall down one by one; Most of them may be dead, withered and burnt, but most of them may be dead, withered and burnt, but some of them may have some autumn colors, such as red maple leaves and colorful seashells. This leaf is absolutely not practical; But some people, such as myself, have a hobby of falling leaves. At first they were bright, but after a long time, their colors changed. Unless you take good care of it, my words, that is, my thoughts, are as useless as fallen leaves. Sometimes what I hate most is vivid colors. You can step on what you don't love and never pay attention to it; But there may be a few people who are destined to be useless, but they may pick them up, put them in their arms and put them in a book, trying to preserve their subtle colors. Feelings, true feelings, are rare and precious and should be * * *; We should not refuse or oppress feelings, which is a crime, just like holding down a spring to prevent it from rushing up or pinching a child to prevent it from breathing. People are disconnected individuals in society. Affection, innate and acquired, is a clue, a warp and weft, weaving the original scattered individuals into a whole with articles. But sometimes products with continuous clues can be supplemented in broken places and tightened in scattered places to maintain the general unity of the organization. Sometimes when the productivity is particularly improved, we have the opportunity to upgrade or increase our existing area, or to encrypt it, just like a tennis board, our ready-made organization, because we know the power of creation and destruction, the power of suggestion and defeat, and the power of God and Satan coexist. When they are rarely balanced, either one end sinks or the other end sinks. Yes, the fate of mankind is compared on a scale, a huge shadow, which is the embodiment of our collection. Watching, his hand is full of heavy objects divided into two parts, which are sent to this end and that end for a while. The earth is turning, and the sun/moon and stars shine in turn. Our destiny will always be in balance.

I just said tennis racket, yes, the racket is a metaphor. You players know that the line on the racquet is the most important. If those lines are particularly strong, they can not only pull the ball when you are against the enemy, but also be used abnormally. Some particularly strong molecules maintain the overall consistency. This principle is applied to human nature, that is, if we have the strength to encrypt and strengthen our most common sympathy line, and that line connects all the beating hearts, then our big net will be strong and durable, and Tianjin people say it will have roots. No matter how bad the weather is, whether it's rain, clouds or frost, whether it's fast current, if we have such a powerful net, I'm afraid we can't catch priceless treasures in the endless torrent of time-even if we can't add the power to create life to the balance of destiny, it's only a matter of time.

Therefore, I am serious about feelings. Real human feelings are valuable and are the basic components of social organizations. At first, it may just be an accidental vibration in a person's mind, but this vibration, no matter how weak, will produce very far ripples; If this ripple resonates, the original fine will merge into thick, the original strong, the original fragile will become tough, like a wisp of ramie tied into a thick rope; It used to be just a microwave, but now it has become a big wave. It used to be a thin stream at the foot of the mountain, but now it has become a rolling river, flowing to the boundless ocean. For example, Jesus' Sermon on the Mountain is still limited, but this short speech has set the limit of human desire, established the standard of absolute value and created a pure and complete religion. This is a big fact, the greatest fact in human history. For another example, Sakyamuni realized the status of life and death, wealth, family and wife and went to the mountains to practice. From this, he also opened a road to liberation for the depressed world and gave the most brilliant definition for the genius of the oriental nation. This is a miracle in human history. But the origin of such an important event is not only an accidental vibration in a person's mind, but also a drop of the most transparent and sincere feelings in the dark universe?

Emotion is power, not knowledge. Man's heart is a treasure house of strength, not his logic. Emotional expression, whether it is poetry, music, sculpture or painting, is like a stone thrown in the middle of a flat lake, and you can see the changes caused by it when you stand. The theory of inanimate objects, no matter what the reason is, is just throwing a stone in the desert and adding a dry molecule to the dry ground. Maybe you can hear some dry sounds when you throw it, but it's just a big dead silence. Therefore, emotion is the fountain of rivers, and emotion is the clue to weave a big net.

But what about our own network? It's time for us to open our eyes and know the truth around us. We have been blurred for a long time, and now we are no longer blurred. Let's announce loudly that our net is broken, broken and rotten. Let's happily announce that our nation is bankrupt, morally, politically, socially, religiously and artistically. Our heart has become the home of moths, and there is a terrible big lie in our soul! The calm end of the balance is the weight of destruction, not the weight of creation; It is a defeated force, not a construction force; This is Satan's magic, not God's spirit. At the moment, the roads here are full of thorns, and the roads there are floods. There is a terrible noise overhead. Is it thunder or gunfire? There are crying and laughing around us. Weeping is the sad sound of our souls being insulted. Laughter is the face of a crazy living person. It's worse than crying wolf. When we open our eyes, there is almost no clean land, which is not washed away by blood and tears. There is no peace, because even if you forget the outside world, you can't escape your boredom and pain. Don't think that this chaos is caused by economic inequality, political instability, or the unscrupulous ambitions of a few people. These are all empty self-deception theories. As long as it is not my responsibility, I have the right to call names. But I emphasize that this is a cowardly act; This is exactly what I said. We just want to shirk our responsibilities. As long as it is not my responsibility, I have the right to swear. But I emphasize that this is a cowardly act; This is exactly what I said, a big lie hidden in the depths of our souls! Do you think it was a few politicians, soldiers or rich people who caused the present mess? I say to you now: "Sir, you are wrong, you are all wet, you flatter those people too much, and you despise yourself too much." Let's all admit that we are in the sun's light.