Month: August 2017

“Body obesity” and “psychological obesity”

[Introduction] why most people who go on a diet and lose weight will end up with failure? Some female compatriots are very interesting. In fact, they are not very fat, but they themselves just think they are very fat and call for losing weight. Of course, it is good to have the consciousness of losing weight. Obesity is not good for health …… now, the biggest headache for many girls is losing weight. They have been yelling for a few more laps on their waist all day long, so they should eat less, to lose weight a few days ago, a netizen sent me a revised lyrics: sometimes I feel that I will never have enough to eat. Maybe only by eating a lot can I grow up and hope to have a charming appearance. I finally find that there is only one way to use Mongolian medicine. When I grow up, I can’t fall asleep. I suspect that the salary the company gives to others is higher than mine. I always try hard to learn to smile at others. It is inevitable that they are trapped. Occasionally, God will tell me that failure is also important. I am a little bird eats too much. It’s not flying high I’m looking for a perched tree has been crushed by me this weight is not too high I am a little bird suddenly wakes up one day with charming beauty Sparrow can fly to the sky the requirement of a beautiful woman is not too high, which should be the confession of a girl who is deeply troubled by weight problems. After reading it, I sighed a lot. Here, I have to shout loudly first: Blind weight loss is harmful, because there are many men who are pitiful, and they don’t want to see MM finally turn into eating disorders because of blind weight loss. Although I am not very satisfied with my figure, my mind is very calm. Losing weight is to be more beautiful, not to cause tragedy. Why most people who go on a diet and lose weight will end up with failure? Some female compatriots are very interesting. In fact, they are not very fat, but they themselves just think they are very fat and call for losing weight. Of course, it is good to have the consciousness of losing weight. Obesity is not good for health, so keeping a certain weight is good for both figure and health. You can have the best of both sides. Why not do it? But I also often worry about those classmates who told me that they promised to lose weight. I just dare not to talk to them in case of hurting their enthusiasm and causing trouble to myself, people say, you don’t love beauty, I love, why do you stop me! In fact, from the perspective of human physiology, the hunger we usually feel is not really hunger. There is no absolute direct connection between the empty stomach and the feeling of hunger. The feeling is given by the brain, not by the body organs. The reason why the brain sends out the command of hunger, it is because the brain sends out instructions after collecting all kinds of information provided by various organs of human body, including stomach, oral cavity, nose, eyes, the concentration of insulin in blood the brain will combine these information to analyze and then figure out whether it is hungry or full. And this kind of information analysis sometimes makes mistakes. For example, if we always eat the same thing, it is easy to be full, but if we only eat a little of everything, it is not easy to have Feeling of fullness; We are easy to be full of things with high calories and fat; We are not easy to be full of things we like to eat, but easy to be full of things we don’t like to eat, so, smart, you must have thought that if you want to lose weight reasonably and effectively, you must fool our brains, intentionally provide some wrong information to our commander, and let it indicate that we are full, not Hunger. However, if you rely too much on this method of suppressing appetite to diet, it may also become a dietary disorder, which should be paid attention. Some people often say to themselves: it doesn’t matter that I have been on a diet for so long, indulged myself occasionally and treated myself well once! Therefore, they will eat with the excuse they find themselves, overeating, however, at this time, the brain always sends out hunger commands because of its depression and anxiety on diet, which makes it analyze the information of hunger and satiety wrongly, which leads to many people getting fatter and fatter. In addition, I think our media is irresponsible. They hype the so-called standard weight and encourage their sisters to lose weight, which promotes the development of the weight loss industry. Under such a strong public opinion and cultural atmosphere, girls usually have a kind of psychological recognition or psychological hint for themselves to be fat, which is why many people are obviously not fat, but waste their efforts to do useless work. If you are indeed suffering from obesity (this is a physical disease, which is different from the psychological disease mentioned above) and need to lose weight, you ‘d better go to the hospital, to lose weight scientifically under the guidance of professional doctors, losing weight is a fine task, which can not be achieved overnight. Take more aerobic exercise at ordinary times to accelerate the metabolism of energy in the body, keeping a positive and healthy mind will naturally not cause psychological obesity.

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Buddhism

A grass is a world, a leaf is a Bodhi. Happiness is ascetic. She knew that her heart was still painful, but the eyes with tears streaming all night told her that she should forget. Memory is hurtful. She doesn’t want to recall, but she can’t leave it aside. She remembered every bit of the past two years. But he may not remember her for a long time? She is so humble in their feelings. Just like what Zhang Ailing wrote in “The Little Prince”: when she met him, she lowered her head very low, but even if she lowered into the dust, Flowers came out. She also had flowers in her heart, but he didn’t know, and she didn’t want to mention it either. He said he loved her, but she was silent. Two years ago, when she loved him, he didn’t love her. She knew she didn’t deserve him, but she was always a little girl in love! He was very kind to her, never spoke to her loudly, always in a gentle tone. Although he could not meet her frequently, there was no contradiction between them. He said: he would never doubt her and always believe her. She said to him: if one day he fell in love with someone else, please tell her that she would leave quietly. Now, he fell in love with someone else, and she had to keep her promise to leave him, but why did she feel so painful? She wanted to ask a silly question, whether his marriage was his own intention or the arrangement of his family, but she didn’t say it out. She shouldn’t ask, didn’t she? What can we do if we know why we can’t change the ending? She listened to the great curse of sadness all night, listening to the Buddhist music which calmed her soul, and she seemed to understand a lot in her heart. The spell with empty color was not nonsense, but she understood. A month ago, she ran away from home for him. Two months ago, she took away the child for him. Three months ago, she chose to break up with him. How sad she was along the way? She wandered outside for a period of time, seeing many people and seeing many things. She understood that many people in this world were living very helpless, but they still persisted in living. She understood, understood and matured, so she felt relieved. Now she is ill, and she misses him very much when she is lying in the bed. She recalls everything about him and them every day. Even though she knows that she can’t recall him many years later, however, memories are innocent. Without any news from him, she lived neither sad nor happy. She was like a puppet, living very passively every day. I remember she wrote in an article: if I am puppet, would you like to raise the thread? She never knew who would be her tip-off? Every day, looking at the doctors and nurses coming and going, she smiled. It was obviously her life. Why did they worry and worry more than herself? Life is long, life is short, life is empty. She was not afraid of death, not at all. In the future, she knew that she would be a pure-hearted woman, so how could she be safe?

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No Country for Old Men

[Introduction] when listening to Wang Feng’s “spring”, there is always an impulse to cry, because the lyrics in it sounds sentimental and old.

The pains of the past went with the wind, but I felt so sad. The years left me a deeper confusion. In this sunny spring, my tears could not help flowing. Maybe one day, I have no choice but to be old. Please leave me in that time. If one day I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring. When listening to Wang Feng’s “spring”, there is always an impulse to cry, because the lyrics in it sounds sentimental and old. Yes, No Country for Old Men. There is no need to explain its meaning deliberately, and no need to imagine what kind of recession it represents in life. Just thinking about this word, you will feel a kind of tragic beauty. You cannot touch it or dare not touch it, if in the fate of time, I really have nothing and no one depends on me, then where will I be? Where are you sitting in a daze? I miss those happy times and the plots I loved in my heart. When I am old and can’t even rely on myself, I can only remember it by memory and kill time by dreaming. In the days with heart but weakness, I had to wait for the day of my life to leave, and I had to wait for the long tidal breath to fade away. Then everything was like a room with the light turned off, quiet and dark. If one day I am about to leave, please leave me in this spring. Leave my body and soul in this spring, under this warm sky, in the grass with light fragrance of wild flowers, let me accompany the lonely spring, use the last power to moisten their growth, and let them stretch their lives naturally like Schubert’s Serenade. The whole city is permeated with faint fragrance of sadness. If one day, I am old and helpless, please leave me in that time. If the spring breeze is still affectionate, it will blow away the vicissitudes of my body and let me return to the time I miss most. From then on, the time is still jumping and everything is fixed at this moment. If there is one day, I will also feel extremely panic, fear, restless, tears, and it seems that if you one day, can’t meet again in the time of memory, even the memory becomes blurred, how should I live? Maybe one day, I will leave soon. Looking up at the blue sky, I was no longer confused and sentimental. The white dove would sing a song of peace for me. I only hoped that I would still look like that pure, and I would not see anything so clearly, think so much. If one day we are not together, please don’t be sad. We will always go our own way, even if we don’t want to let go, even if we have some memories. The green cane on the corner of the wall is just like the missing spreading on the atrium, and it is also green, light, and the person who cares about it. I know that one day, I will leave. I suddenly feel that the world becomes quiet, lighter, and the smile becomes calmer. Fiddling with the trace of time with your fingers, and counting the years you have gone through carefully? Through them, I changed from a young child to myself now, through which I have the warmth of family affection and love. They accompany me all the way, forgetting to keep the pace of time, forget what the original appearance was. They were always naive and stupid, crazy and forget about themselves. They were always afraid to touch people and things in this world, but they were finally mixed into it by crowding and stumbling, unconsciously, I changed my appearance in that mirror. Anyway, there was still a lot of time, so some things were always faded away. Finally, I even felt that it was no longer important in my heart. There was nothing necessary, and there was no stubborn melancholy, what kind of time did you wander in what kind of time story, and then put a beautiful bow on it in the back, waiting for who will unpack it in his lifetime? I didn’t wait for anything and didn’t look at anything. I just let it wander happily and go wherever it goes. The ends of the Earth were just like this. Tears can not draw the pain, lips and teeth can not sing sad sorrow, fingers can not turn over those bitter taste, before you, after you are like this. I dream of meeting again one day by chance, meeting you happily and the way I used to be. I would rather believe that this world will bring us a complete end, I would rather spend my whole life waiting for a barren flower, even if it has lost the season and plot, even if it has no color and fragrance. Looking at yourself in front of time, how did those strangers in the old photos, who once lived in the past three or four years? What have you done? A little bit, but a little bit can’t remember, can’t think clearly, only to find that this panic has occupied the whole atrium. This life, this life is just like this? That’s it! However, it seems that nothing has happened and nothing has been done. However, I left sad tears and sharp pain in my eyes. I was so hurried that I had forgotten the time before I had time to dry it. I had to find a place to watch a sunset quietly. If sunrise represents soberness and hope, then Sunset is the intoxication of dreams. If life is just a beautiful fairy tale of drunkenness and death, then why do you need to distinguish where you are? When the sky was getting farther and farther, I was getting closer and closer to my heartbeat, and I asked myself from time to time, what happened? Why so sad? Can’t you hold anything because your hands are empty? Maybe I didn’t dare to expect the heavy things I had, so I gradually got used to seeing them happy and free elsewhere, and I didn’t want to disturb their destiny, and walked over without any care, look at the ocean of time in my heart. In the future, in the future, where am I? And where will you be? What are everyone doing? Regardless of the wandering and gathering of their own fates, the mood became more and more simple and clear, watching their return date, so they embraced life warmly. This life of taking a cursive look at flowers can not be more familiar with it, nor can you see its reality through its vague shadow. You are in a hurry to live with her or her. Looking back, I realized that everything is fake. Ask yourself, where are you? And going? I have no answer, and the answer seems meaningless. Is this the whole life? Thinking and laughing, I felt so ridiculous that the stranger was actually myself. If one day, I am old and have no choice, these words will make me feel terrified. The withered corners of my eyes can’t even shed tears, and my fingers can no longer gently touch the warmth of spring. If even I couldn’t rely on myself, and if I was old enough to rely on such a sparse field, I wouldn’t want to rely on anyone. I just want to bury myself in spring and rest in peace under the warm sky. What would I do if one day I had no choice but to be old? Where is the time in a daze? Waiting for the coming of death? Or the mercy of God of love? In the imaginary world like a dream, time stroked the fragile tears, and the past sadness was also light, so there was no need to remember. If one day, I am really old and helpless, then I don’t want to think any more. I just sit there quietly in a daze and wait for my life to leave quietly.

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Loneliness is always in the middle of the night

The night was deep, the moon outside the window was hanging in the gray night sky, the Starlight was swaying, the lights of thousands of families had already quietly gone, people began to fall asleep, and my chat with my foreign friends on QQ was over. But I lay on the bed and couldn’t sleep. I stood up and stood by the window. I only embraced the loneliness and beauty of the night, and let the cold light of the Cold Moon spread over my body. The ripples of lovesickness and beautiful memories filled my heart. I think of you, your shining eyes, with a bright smile, singing a love song floating in the years when you and I love each other, and walking towards me leisurely with the happy footsteps, A piece of warmth rises in my heart. I really miss you! I miss you in the lonely midnight, avoiding the noisy crowd in the daytime, away from the bustling neon in the city, watching the wane moon and stars, and you can’t forget your silent vanishing figure no matter how much you do, always wipe out the thick and faint you in the intermittent thoughts. The previous oath is still lingering in the night sky, and the dusty expectation is always wandering and blurred. I turned on the light, and the light shone through the window. The frogs outside kept chirping, as if to break the lonely night sky and my lonely heart, to the silent night, it adds more silence. I sat in front of the screen, slowly tasting the loneliness in the middle of the night. Wearing the headset on my head, I listened carefully to the gentle and sad songs. The music flowed into my heart like running water, touching my heart. My ten fingers danced on the keyboard, dancing my own lonely dance rhythmically. In the dead of night, who can understand my loneliness? In the dead of night, who can comfort my lonely heart? Life is long, time flies, Spring breeze and autumn leaves, winter snow and summer rain. Missing and caring touched my thoughts, as if I were whispering about those long stories and those distant past, all pouring out their words. Whenever I feel lonely, I will always light a cigarette. At this time, cigarette is my best companion in loneliness. What I smoke is not the smell of cigarette, but the lonely time. Time goes by unconsciously in this way. I couldn’t help recalling the past. I spent the past in a muddle and lost my heart. I lingered on the edge of the world and space. There are too many things, but they can only be deeply buried in the deepest part of the heart, without vent, which is so depressing. The frustration in life cannot be released by the soul. The sad taste will be accompanied by bursts of heartache. No one can understand, no one can understand, and no one can understand. Fate is destined. Most of the time, you and I always pass each other in the world of mortals. Looking back at each other, we didn’t get even a moment of stop and stay. We met but never met or knew each other. A heart once filled with tenderness, desire and pursuit, but in the end, it left scars and could only shrink in the corner quietly, with sadness flowing, sad Heart Tears, loneliness and my figure accompany, use time to heal the wound. Although I know that some wounds will never be perfect as before. But I will finally bear my dream and go to a foreign country to struggle. Lonely Night, always sleepless night. Your back is already blurred/tears of separation are still so stubborn/look at the sky when I miss you/You say you are that moon tree/infatuated words are already numb/the pain of missing is still so deep/Count the stars when I miss you/You say that is your love letter/loneliness is the pain you give/I watch the sunset to the Sunrise/I watch the flowers bloom to the countless red/I am willing swallow the bitterness you give/loneliness is the bitterness you give/I look through the autumn water to see the end of the world/I look at Ye Luo and see snow crying/No matter how bitter loneliness I can hold it/in this lonely night, A song “Loneliness is the pain you give” gently chants, with slight sadness, listening carefully, let me drunk in it, let me not know the pain. My fingers waved on the keyboard, dancing with ten fingers, dancing rhythmically with my own lonely dance, the flying words pouring out my heart tears, quietly releasing the dusty wound, I cleared up the sorrow in my heart, my thoughts were like water, my lovesickness was secluded, and loneliness was always pondering in the middle of the night.

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Midday Reverie

Finally, I can find a leisure morning and experience the leisure at home on the balcony of a foreign land. While reviewing German composer Bach’s {ancient ship}, he quietly watched the lush green downstairs and the Dying Roses and hibiscus. Let the thought run its course, let the psychedelic music flow into the Tang poetry, irrigate the season when the southern wind of April is barley yellow, and the jujube flower does not fall and the Tung leaves grow. Time is also like the Lehe River, flowing into the riverbed of memory long. In this foreign land which is also new green every year, it is also full of the strong growth of plantain, ox eared grass and gray ash, and I am simple and transparent after the rain, the thought of green as buds. And I often follow the spring water flow, the plague trembling on the fields with the sunshine, the sound roaring on the leaves of the Poplar Forest with the wind, following the singing of the azalea which can wake up in May in the deep of the reeds, walking into the hometown which cannot be erased in the deep of my memory, walking into the youth which is like the sun in my youth, the spectacular morning, dusk, rain and evening rose again and again, and the eternal desire of life. The land there is flat but the traffic is lagging behind. The land there is fertile but people’s livelihood is difficult. In addition to the magnificence of the dam and the loneliness of guarding the river, there is only the magnificence of Sunrise in the East Field and the boundless sun in the West field. And my numerous creatures born and grew up in SI are just like the crops and grass there every season, regardless of the wanton swing of natural and man-made wind and rain and the torture of drought and flood! But even so, people who have never enjoyed the taste of wealth have already felt satisfied with the life of not starving. That kind of thinking of Yelang, regardless of the Wei and Jin dynasties, didn’t know that there was Qin dynasty, often made me, a wandering person who had been away for many years, fall into the dilemma of both ideological pain and aspiration. I often struggle with this psychologically! The process of modernization has brought a lot of convenience in materials and sensory enjoyment to our society and life, but at the same time, it has covered our originally pure nature and soul with annoying dust again and again. I had already had the mentality of going back. I had been to the farming life of eating, drinking and in the shabby alley, but the remote village and farmland had already been after I left, polluted by the waste water of industrial civilization, only the bright moon in Tang and Song dynasties would face the world covered by fame and wealth coldly in the dead of night. I have already felt the helplessness that there is no way to retreat. I can only try my best and passively follow this surging trend of the times. Raise vigilance, open your eyes, and try your best to show determination and determination without hesitation in all places where gold can be found. Although I am only a weak person in the society where jungle law prevails. I just waited in the peripheral wait-and-see, waiting for the rich woman who bought a lot of lottery tickets. In the fret of tearing up most of them, I casually waved away the last lucky one with a huge prize, it happened that the lottery ticket fell on my feet, and from then on my world became brighter. Ah, my God! From now on, don’t work in the sun with sweat, and don’t have to look at the flashing neon lights of luxury hotels from afar with envious eyes; Don’t worry about the rain leakage of the bed head in the straw house passed to me by the poet Du Fu; there is no need to sit at the gate of the rental house like today and peep at the beauty blooming in the yard. No more …… no more eating in the pot, there will be no porridge! My wife is shouting!

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Heart belongs wilderness

I like the smell of earth, the unrestrained and uninhibited wilderness! Living in the urban forest of reinforced concrete all day long, the wilderness is getting farther and farther in line with the moment that one after another seems to be able to form the whole century. In the vacuum of thinking, I can’t stimulate a ripple even like a cup. I am afraid that I am heading towards an end, a seemingly glorious one, but is it really worth the origin of such a contribution? Where do you come from and where do you go? Is the direction carried by the boat of Fate romantic in spring and blooming flowers? Grab a handful of soil, and the fragrance of grass and flowers makes people feel refreshed. The fragrance of that place slips through the fingers! The black land was full of indelible stories, pages of which were better than the unbreakable folds and smiling faces on Grandpa’s face than thousands of exhortations. I came from this land. I like this home full of joy. Even though it is old, the Green Mountains are gradually exposed with brown skin, and the clear water is no longer suffused with frightening gray color. The Cuckoo’s cry sounds a little bleak, the spring in March has lost the joy of childhood. Pieces and sections repeat the beauty of Yesterday. Even though our eyes have been covered by dust and our hearts have been scaling, the warmth of the soil is still there, and the concern is there. Pear flowers with rain will still drag the sorrow of thousands of people; Butterfly is graceful, and the painting is full of tenderness; Far Mountain, a Chinese ink painting, near Willow, a poetic sketch, the spring hair is still the same, the kite was flying in the air as always, carrying the screams and laughter of the children. I held a handful of soil and put joy in it, turning it into a warm spring sun. Galloping, my heart is like a horse without reins, galloping in the picture scroll of day and night. The breeze blows through my strong body, the grass touches my feet, and the morning dew moistens my unceasing heart. One term, to the horizon! In the lingering poem, I couldn’t find the everlasting song, and it was hard to find the lost fragment in the graceful and soft posture. I sobbed without words, holding the soil and kissing, this beautiful wilderness! Am I still there? Are you still wandering, looking for yesterday’s dream? On the wilderness, the clusters of blooming wild flowers, the ravines that spread all over my footprints, the ever rippling lake, do you still remember me, a child who plays with you all day long, children who like clay. Will you forget me? But I won’t forget, even in my dream!

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Also said jian wang

During the busy work interval, dig out the essay of Yuan Yuan Tang which has been on the desk for a long time to relax the nervous brain. The essay of Yuan Yuan Tang is the work of Feng Zikai, a great cartoonist. Starting from the tiny things in life, he can always see the big things from the small things casually with sharp eyes, and discover and dig out the truth buried below the surface of life. Many perceptive viewpoints and opinions are novel and unique, and the language is very relaxed and cheerful. Especially when describing objects, they show the profound skills of great cartoonists. With few words, the vivid images appear on the paper, which often make people amazed, I feel the joy and comfort of reading silently. The first essay “cut the net”. It narrates the happy appearance of the great uncle Bai Xiang’s coming back from the great world, and the feeling of the great uncle after the Great World of Bai Xiang: If Bai Xiang doesn’t want copper coins, hahahaha thought. This kind of life experience, even after more than half a century, we will often encounter it; But we often encounter it like the Big Uncle, hahahaha, and then it’s over, I ran to a new experience again. -Feng Zikai no. He added his own new idea after the idea of the big uncle; Besides confirming the reason of the Big Uncle’s hahahaha, he also found a big truth about happiness: the original price of a thing is easy to limit and reduce the meaning of things. To a deeper level, if you can always be a person in this world without thinking of all relationships in the world (such as price), you will be more happy in your life. The great cartoonist said: I seem to see a huge and extremely complicated net in this world. Everything, big and small, is locked in this network, so when I want to grasp something, I always have to touch countless lines and bring out countless other things, so that all things can not appear in front of my eyes alone and clearly, so that the truth of the world can never be seen. The great cartoonist finally wanted to find a pair of quick scissors to cut the net. He thought the scissors were art and religion. When I was a student more than ten years ago, I once read a poem named “life. The content of poetry is condensed to the point where it can’t be condensed any more. I don’t know whether this is the poet who stares at his own words and is reluctant to give them up, or whether it is about life. He really has no more words to say, so only one word-net-is used to describe it. When I think of it now, I think both poets and cartoonists are very clever and sharp-sighted, and they see the truth of life instantly. But it seems that poets are not as brilliant as big cartoonists. How do you deal with this network: Are you willing to live in this network? Or do you feel very helpless about living in this network and leave it to fate? Or are you determined to get rid of this ubiquitous network and run to a new free life? The poet did not give a clear answer. This poem is very successful in terms of text, like the blank space in traditional Chinese paintings, which is full of imagination space and gives readers the proposition of happiness in life, at the same time, the power of thinking, analyzing and answering propositions is also given to readers. However, what is the poet’s own attitude towards life? What kind of choices will he make in the network of life? These are hidden by poets, and readers are at a loss. However, the great cartoonist is not a poet. The great cartoonist has his own standpoint, his own clear life goals, and the methods and means to achieve the life goals. He doesn’t hide or worry about it, say whatever you want. Instead of being covered by the net pocket of life, he cut a hole wisely and escaped happily. From this point of view, great cartoonists are more optimistic than poets. As for life, he can see the meaning of life more thoroughly. He knew that in order to maintain the dignity of life, he must take a highly responsible approach to life. Life is like a net, not to mention all kinds of secular interpersonal relationships that you and I can’t get rid of. It’s hard to control the impetuous thoughts that are more like ants in your mind. After a busy day’s work, she was exhausted and haggard. After finishing the housework, she accompanied the child to finish her homework. After coaxing her to sleep, she went upstairs to the study, made a cup of tea, lit a cigarette and sat down, close your eyes and keep your mind calm. At this time, I don’t want to think about anything; It seems that I am not thinking about anything. But unconsciously, the work in the unit came to my mind. When thinking of some tangled problems that are difficult to clear, I laughed: Go! What do you want them?! Put down. Put down. Quiet. Quiet. So I took a sip of smoke, swallowed it deeply, and then spit it out slowly. Seeing the white smoke in front of me rolling quietly, it really seemed that I didn’t think about anything anymore. After a while, taking advantage of your unprepared efforts, the child’s reading went out from a corner secretly, and attracted a lot of related associations: Why do children always cry when doing homework? Is it because of her personality and temper, or she always encounters unhappy things at school during the day, so she goes home to borrow a topic to give vent by crying? If not for these reasons, then what? How can this problem be corrected? When can it be changed? Thinking about it, my brain swelled up, just like the white smoke in front of my eyes. Although they are slowly dispersing and disappearing invisible, the bottom of my heart becomes deep and disappointedly. Cough! Where can I find quiet happiness? Thinking further, it is hard to find quiet happiness. In fact, it has its own reason. Since we came to this world, we have been guided step by step to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, to be good at discovering the connections among various things, and to properly handle their relationships. This is the requirement of Confucianism benevolence, and also the requirement of the current legal social norms. In order to realize the benefits, we must grasp the balance between one and another, restrain something or disguise something. This way of thinking has been gradually developed in the education edification year after year and day after day, and has formed a solid psychological set. Therefore, what we call quiet happiness can only be like the stars in the sky, and the more we see, the farther we go. We can only look at it quietly and think about it, but we can never get close and integrate with it. The happiness we have gained and may get cannot guarantee the pure texture. It cannot be as blue as washed days and as white as snow without any pollution. Let’s think about it carefully. In our many happy experiences or after that, aren’t there some other connections that vaguely involve and firmly tie this happiness? Just like the big uncle after the white appearance in the big world, he was excited and happy at the same time, thinking that if there was no copper money, he would be happier. In fact, there is no necessary connection between happiness and copper coins. One is internal and the other is external, which is irrelevant. However, our world firmly bound them together. I also thought of my daughter when she was doing homework. Because she was wearing a long floating skirt, she happily circled around the floor, watching the skirt flying and laughing happily. I once wanted to interrupt her game and constantly reminded her to stop. She would fall down when she turned her head and fainted. If she bumped into a table and chair or smashed a goldfish tank, it would be amazing. She ignored my warnings. She didn’t have the connection between so many things like me, an adult. She just kept rotating happily, appreciating the skirt flying up and down like a butterfly. She also said excitedly: Dad, the floor is turning! It is my two feet who are rotating with the floor! I can’t have such a happy experience without connection. My daughter turned tired and didn’t fall down. Instead, she slowly lay down on the floor, with her eyes closed and her face full of happiness and intoxication. Lin Qingxuan wrote in “looking for the hometown of the soul” that if a person can always blend in this moment and live in every moment of the present, then his wisdom can be opened, this kind of time and space between the future and the past is called this moment. What Lin Qingxuan gave was hypothesis, but what the great cartoonist Feng Zikai prescribed was prescription. Quickly pick up the scissors of art and religion, cut off the net of life, cut off every connection irrelevant to happiness, and let yourself stay at this moment. In this way, we can not only know the truth of the world, but also get pure and eternal spiritual pleasure.

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This afternoon belongs to one person completely. One can listen to music as much as he likes, forget his feelings, and even indulge himself. He can tap his lonely words on the computer as he wishes. There is no one to disturb, no one to interfere, even no one to listen to such wonderful music with you. Therefore, this afternoon belongs to quietness, beauty, leisure, comfort and a free afternoon. I only like listening to music, and close my eyes when listening to the music, I can weave and conceive a novel which seems to have no beginning and can never be finished in my mind. I am thinking of a novel which is boring, the article hiding in the chest also conceived a beautiful dream of a woman. The endless music was sung by Zhao Yuan and Zheng Mo: lovers will finally get married. And Li Min’s Moonlight lover, a friend Honey Pot said that he had listened to these two songs for three years and never got tired of them. He also hoped that I would like them. I really liked them after listening to them once, I also hope that lovers in the world will get married! This musical afternoon gave me a desire to write poems. I really don’t know who to write them? There is an idea that I want to write about the closest person around me, and I also feel that it is not yet time for me to mention the pen, and there is no way to fall. I just heard the music spinning around my ears very melodious, and my thoughts were also flying up. I lowered my head and touched a new necklace I just received on my birthday around my neck. The silver glitter made me realize that the person who loves you most is around me. He is my handsome and refined husband. Thinking about his more and more handsome son, he just won the first place in the class in the-meter selection speed race of the autumn sports meeting. Looking around the increasingly warm home, I wonder if I should be satisfied? As a woman, family happiness is the greatest happiness. In this musical afternoon, you are very lazy, tired and contented. Life is a commanding attitude of yourself. This afternoon, who said I was not a happy woman?

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It was the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in April, and the soft rain was falling faintly. It was the collision of passion between heaven and earth, and the refreshing kiss left by the affectionate sky to the Earth. In the rain, the heaven and the Earth are integrated into one, so the warmth on the Earth is everywhere, and the flowers are full of vitality. Spring came with light footsteps, and Shu Shu slowly entered our life. The mood at this time always makes people full of hope, which is so bright and warm. On such a night, I like sitting in front of the computer in my room very much. No one bothered me any more. I could not answer any phone calls; There was only soft music in my ears, and only words with tears in my heart were typed by the keyboard in front of my eyes. I walked out of time and space, standing in front of the window and overlooking the distance under the night, standing alone in the lonely cabin listening to the rain falling outside the window. In the realm of having me without me, thoughts are constantly extended. I walked quietly with the artistic conception like this. The most difficult thing in life is to have a free and detached mood, which I like very much. In the noisy daytime, it is destined to be busy. In this materialistic society, standing up is always tired by fame, and it is difficult for people to be idle. We all want to have all the good things, and we are always longing for and pursuing hard, and we are busy in order to obtain them. And for the beauty we already have, we still have a feeling of anxiety and worry. Even if I sit beside the computer in the office, my thoughts will always be controlled by my work and fly constantly. Countless troubles are always torturing me. Many lives are not as good as playing with me. Inexplicable loss is hitting my enthusiasm, and endless setbacks are testing my will. Everyone in the world has to struggle for living. More and more people fall into the enemy. There are many things to do every day as long as they go out. They need to resist all kinds of social pressures and participate in all kinds of social obligations, difficult to escape secular bad fortune, escape red is right or wrong. As time goes by, I seem to be more and more tired! The success or failure of life, prosperity and loneliness are passing by, and I am always accompanied by my whole life. No matter how long my life is, it is only a hundred years. I have no reason to let myself live a painful and bitter life and live up to this great good time. Every night, once I entered the room and closed the door behind me gently, I could shut all my troubles behind me. Then I could enjoy the silent moment well. At this time, the air seemed to be still, and there was no waves in my breath. I looked out of the window at the flashing stars, and my mood would be gradually stable and no longer anxious! My heart was really like a carriage galloping on the road. When my heart was empty, it ran over the road and made an impetuous sound. When the heart is filled with troubles, the dull voice will make people feel worried. When the soul is filled with pleasure, I can hear its light voice. I am person who loves quietness, I often turn over a few pages of fragrant books in the quiet dusk, accompanied by the quiet sunset, and my heart will be added a little quiet; When the Twilight is getting thicker and the bright moon hangs, brew a pot of fragrant tea, and find your own feelings in the music melody with the shining moonlight. At night, silence is like water. A crescent moon hung in the vast starry sky. Still in peace, there is wind and rain. The endless wind gently blew the quiet water in my Heart Lake. The clear thoughts like water surged from the bottom of my heart and suddenly disappeared. Time slips away quietly like this, and I am still intoxicated in the realm of having me without me. Shining stars are like my inner eyes, which can see and see many things clearly. There are expectations, hesitation, endless pain, beautiful hopes and dreams! Life needs to sublimate the spirit of quietness and detachment. People who understand know how to give up, people who really love know how to sacrifice, and people who are happy know how to be detached. No matter what will happen in the future, I will face every bumpy and scenery on my life with a calm mood. In such a night, I don’t need to carry a heavy load, completely put down the burden in my heart, talk to my heart easily, and let go of my mood!

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