Marvel at the beauty of the ephemeral flower, not knowing the long wait it has paid for the bloom; envying the eagle spreading its wings in the wide blue sky, not knowing the danger of its falling off the cliff; lamenting the invigorating pleasure of the sailors conquering the ocean, not knowing the fierceness of the storm. Ordinary people always complain that they get too little, and they don't know that God is fair to all people, and there is no hard work, how can it be returned?
Don't envy the time of other people's experience, you can also be gentle with the years, don't waste the years in complaining and regretting, and waste time. The winners are the same, and the losers have their own faults. As the saying goes: if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight and find the right direction in order to write brilliant. Self-cultivation and self-bloom are good landscapes.
Literature and art and thinking themselves are good things, things that make us happy, and even if people laugh at them, they are far from enough to erase one-ten-thousandth of the happiness they bring. The person who laughed at it, presumably because he had not fully enjoyed these pleasures, and then, because of the broken jar, he had a dashing spirit. Became a "hero".
The saddest thing in life is to have great ambitions, but to waste time, feel that they are not smart enough, but always love to procrastinate, feel that their academic qualifications are not beautiful, but they do not use their spare time to continue to recharge, they are not satisfied with themselves, but comfort themselves "today is fun, tomorrow to work hard." Since you know that the road is far away, you must leave early.