It is difficult to have perfect people in the world, and it is even more difficult to have perfect things.
Venus with a broken arm is the most rare in its mutilated beauty; Mona Lisa's smile may be mystical melancholy; Mount Everest is so high that many climbers have been buried; the Yangtze River is vast and vast, and there are many stormy waves.
Baoyu was born in a wealthy family, and it is difficult to combine with his beloved. How many red-faced beauties died early, and how many handsome guys were lonely all their lives. Xiang Yu overlord farewell his concubine regrets for life, but ordinary people have fireworks and happiness.
You see the glory of others, you see the smile and dimples under the spotlight, but you don't see his crying in the dark night, and you don't see the loneliness after turning around, his sorrow can only be swallowed by himself, and his depression cannot be said to you.
The sun has the rays of the sun, the moon has the brightness of the moon, the universe has its immensity, and the planets have its black hole vortex.
The big tree has its shade and green shade, the grass has its vigorous and vigorous, the national peony is proudly blooming, and the plum orchid and autumn chrysanthemum are elegant and indifferent.
Everyone comes to this world with an unspeakable fate, maybe to repay gratitude, maybe to revenge, maybe for love, maybe there is no why.
There is no special clumsiness, no special clumsiness, no special life experience, and no lamentable twists and turns.
Everything is very plain, like a pinch of the most ordinary soil, just Nuwa's improvisation, you and me.
Put your heart at ease, face everything calmly, compare yourself with others, don't complain about the ups and downs of fate, don't want to create legends every day, and be a good ordinary person first.
Talk to yourself, make peace with fate, eat and drink, and be happy every day.
As the writer Zhou Guoping said: We must have the wisdom of "not competing", and do not compete with ourselves, others and God.
Do your best, listen to the destiny of God, imperfection is the truth of life. Accepting oneself is the beginning of maturity, and acknowledging the ordinary is the only way to find happiness.
You and I are mortals in this world, we don't need to deliberately cover up, we don't need to be meticulously crafted. Reading and working every day, exercising and running, working hard, laughing at the ups and downs of fate.
The road of life is winding and tortuous, as long as you move forward, every step counts. Pay sweat, you will usher in the spring and autumn, down-to-earth, and you will eventually get a fruitful harvest.
Don't abandon, don't complain, don't lament, do every ordinary little thing, bloom your own flowers, bear your own fruits, swaying and fragrant, and wait for a breeze to blow.
People who like you will come by chance, they will bow their heads and smell, they will appreciate the flowers blooming and falling, they will understand the connotation of struggle, and they will know how to cherish and care.
They will smile with you, spend life together, they will walk with you, and they will be happy with you without regrets.
The years come and go, we take it calmly, know how to appreciate everything, learn to be content and happy, cherish everyone we meet, and be grateful for the sunrise and sunset every day.
This is our life, may be plain, pursued, worked hard, happy, cried loudly, laughed happily, saw the flowers without surprise, cultivated as plain as water, may the eyes are warm, the heart is sunny, chic walk once, beautiful Nong Ran ahead, this world I have been to enough!