The greatest reward that life gives us and the greatest pursuit that life can achieve are all worthy of our pioneering and innovative efforts in this world. What runs through it is the melody of life-loneliness and glory.

Flowers applause makes people get carried away, cynicism makes people depressed, gossip makes people angry and sad. As the saying goes, "Don't bully, look at flowers in front of the pavilion, stay or stay unintentionally, look up at the clouds in the sky ..." It's really not easy to be so free and easy. If you want to achieve a brilliant life, you don't need to be vigorous, just plain, and always keep a lonely but not lonely soul. It is out of respect and respect for life itself.

Shallow green leaves give a strong flavor of life, while faint flowers decorate a strong poetry. Ruan Ji and Sun Deng's horns shine brilliantly, which I think is wonderful; I think Tao Yuanming's seclusion is wonderful, because he doesn't bend over for five buckets of rice; Su Wu made a brilliant life with his heroism, which I think is wonderful. However, don't Li Yu's concern for the country and the people, the sentimental feelings of Qingzhao and Cao Zhi's compassion for others all breed brilliance in loneliness? Loneliness and glory are the melody of life, leading us to different life realms.

Year after year, things are different, life is like January, and there is a gap between profit and loss. Everything in the world creates brilliance in loneliness. Mountains tell great stories in loneliness, rivers express magnificence in loneliness, blue sky reveals itself in loneliness, and the earth is brewing eternity in loneliness. Don't think that the river trickles into the distance, which means that there is no attachment between the two sides. It is a kind of brilliance, a kind of beauty, and beauty is like a water lily blowing in the breeze in the lotus pond under the moonlight.

My life is ordinary, but I am not ordinary because of it. I want to achieve greatness in the ordinary and gain glory in the great. Vast silence overflowed the sobs in the depths of my life and soaked my loss after the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled. I no longer have the sadness of "wounds, broken buildings and dusk lights"; There is no longer the feeling that "drinking is a song and life is geometry"; There is no longer the worry of "thinking that your husband will make you old, and the years will be late". What I want is Su Dongpo's philosophical view that "the Yangtze River surrounds the countryside and knows its beauty". Don't give up your freedom because of gains and losses, be self-satisfied, keep your mind unchanged, maintain your independent personality from beginning to end, and let life show eternal beauty.

What flows in the lonely river is the feelings of history, what falls in the dew of each flower is the cycle of seasons, and the bits and pieces of autumn rain have become the attachment of the earth to green flowers. As always, the seasons go round and round, and the white pony of life comes and goes in a hurry, without hesitation or tears. Instead of looking through the eyes and crying through the corner, I ride my horse and whip, so that the melody of life-loneliness and glory will bloom charming forever.