I don't know if you have found that no matter when, the truth will never be speechless, let alone dumb...
When you succeed and glory, the high-end atmosphere is full of high-grade truths; when you fail and fall, all kinds of bitter and then sweet truths begin to chase all over the place...
Someone bullied you, you waved your hand is a slap, this time stand up and say: Yes, to be a person is to be such a person, there is a vendetta not to repay the gentleman!
However, when they bully you, you swallow your anger and dare not fight back, and the truth immediately changes: this is the pattern, this is the bosom, this is the prime minister's belly can hold the boat...
If you don't love to read, there will be a lot of truths in your ears: books will be used when they are used, they will hate less, white-headed parties will regret reading late, and books are the ladder of human progress...
When you read a lot of books, the truth is once again talked about: read thousands of books, but there is no common sense, and reading is also in vain. When you argue that you belong to the book while walking thousands of miles, the truth will never be dumb: walking thousands of miles, but not long insight, walking in vain...
This is not to mention, there will be ten thousand truths waiting for you: although you read a lot, at best you are just a pedantic, because people with three wrong views can only count as a two-legged bookcase when they read all the books in the world...
It turns out that the truth will never be speechless and dumb; only after we reach a certain age, we suddenly realize: what is the truth, there are only five words to say, anyway, it is all reason!
Finally understand why we know a lot of big truths, but still can't live this life well...
Yes, the past is to forget or remember: the truth is that yesterday's sun, not drying today's clothes, must learn to forget, let yourself put down...
However, when you are ready to let go and forget, the truth rushes to you and throws you two loud slaps: forgetting history is equal to betrayal, and those who forget yesterday will eventually be forgotten tomorrow!
Fate does not speak, but it gives us everything that is destined. Time did not speak, but answered all the questions.
Speaking of reason, not only does it make us miserable in this life, but it also makes us become the second monk who can't figure out our heads...
Since this is the case, we should not talk about any big truth on paper, because empty talk will mislead the country; then we will believe in fate, believe in chance, and let nature live every day that belongs to us...