Giving up is a kind of beauty, unnoticed and even annoying. Not really. One's life is tortuous and long. There are too many things to face and too many to bear, but we can't bear everything on us. At the same time, you should know how to give up, and you will get a relaxed and happy mood on the road of life.
There is a story about giving up. A long time ago, a person felt the heavy pressure of life more and more. Seeing that I can't support it, I have to ask the wise man. The wise man took him to a path paved with colored stones, gave him a basket, told him to walk down the path and put all his favorite stones in the basket. This man keeps his word. I kept putting my favorite stones into the basket, and soon my shoulders were too heavy to support. Seeing this, the wise man said, "From now on, you can leave your favorite and all the others, and then try to walk. In this way, he felt extremely relaxed and in a good mood all the way. Soon arrived at the destination.
This man is very lucky, knowing how to give up in time and let his journey go into battle lightly. Sometimes we are always immersed in the thinking of "doing everything to the end", and sometimes this sentence makes sense. But sometimes blindly bear, will only make us more tired, it is better to give up some, put aside some.
I'm willing to give up. It's much easier to have a house. Giving up is not shrinking, but an open mind. This is a beautiful sentence that you can extract.
Life is rich and colorful, and there is no lack of beauty. But among the many beauties, I found a different kind of beauty, that is loneliness.
I don't like being alone. When it comes to it, I associate it with fear and anxiety. Every night, I dare not walk alone on the road, and there is silence around me. I always feel like a homeless stray dog with frightened eyes. I like lively and bright places. I think it's beautiful there, without loneliness and loneliness. Let light take over everything.
Sometimes, I study late into the night and watch the lights go out through the curtains, and it becomes dark outside. The old man's footsteps and the children's slapstick disappeared. I am lonely, feeling a little lost, and I don't know how to spend this lonely night.
Gradually, I got used to loneliness. Whenever I am alone, I always pick up a book and read it carefully. Appreciate Tao Yuanming's carefree mood of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", and lament Wen Tianxiang's lofty ambition of "no one has died since ancient times, but a fresh heart shines on history". Mourning du fu's "petals have flowed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief" I am like this, swimming in the book, no noise, no interference, enjoying happiness in loneliness.
Suddenly I found that the loneliness I didn't like turned into a different kind of beauty.
From then on, I like loneliness, because it makes me feel the happiness from the heart and the fun in boring life. It turns out that loneliness is not so terrible. It is ordinary, but it is extraordinary. It is this unique beauty that makes me accept the baptism of my heart.
It is loneliness that makes me so happy and full of hope. I want to say loudly: I like loneliness, loneliness is a kind of beauty.