In the middle of the night, which is infinitely close to dawn, what is close to you?

The night will be dark, but the night is not the ultimate black. Our eyes can adapt to light as well as darkness. Although it is not as transparent as a cat's eye, it can see through the night and capture the soul.

More than ten years of education, in ancient times is also a cold window to read for decades, we walk on the waddling legs, from small to large, from teeth and teeth to now full of belly, we have learned poetry, read the words, the most important thing is to see life in poetry. Reading can cure the disease, can cure the poor disease, this is the desire of the children of the good carp leaping dragon gate. Yu Minhong said that it is difficult for the children of the cold door to be admitted to Peking University, and it is also difficult after graduating from Peking University, even more difficult than not studying. Because knowledge enlightened his soul, through his seven tricks and eight holes, told him that this world is not easy, he can also understand why this world is so difficult.

Reading can cure diseases and cure foolish diseases. Books are medicines, and good reading can cure stupidity. Because of reading, although the books you have read have become a pile of waste paper, you stay in which corner waiting for the fate of extinction. However, the wisdom in the book, or knowledge, is already imprinted in your mind and will become wisdom at some point in your life. Tell you, be faithful in your first filial piety, and don't listen to false words.

We who have learned wisdom know the truth of fate, understand the mysteries that mankind has been exploring for thousands of years, and we are always asking ourselves, or asking the old ancestors who have been lying flat over and over again in the vast sea of historical materials, how can we live? How to be born? How about life? At the three forks of life now, although we understand the great truth of the heavens, we will hesitate, we will also wander, and we will hope that there will be a lamp that can point out the road ahead.

The truth is that you stand at the intersection of the three forks and scratch your ears and cheeks, with all your efforts, no lights, no direction. So, gradually, I understood that where the lamp was, the lamp was in my heart. The people coming and going in front of them were all in a hurry, so they hurried past, and they hurriedly walked. We who seem to understand everything, sigh at this time, look at you, and deceive ourselves again.

Give yourself a smile and bury your head and move forward.