Passerby (seeing the article of the same name written by others, I don't feel itchy hands, and I also wrote one to offer ugliness)

Others in life are our passers-by, and we are not passers-by of others, and we are not passers-by of time. The people we care about are part of our lives, and others may be just passers-by. Life is like taking a bus, everyone has only one terminal, some people start at the beginning, some people stand on the halfway point, some people stop at the end, some people stop down the way, the place under the halfway stop may not be his terminal station, and the same way with me, all the way down, may not accompany me to the terminal station. We looked out the car window at the passers-by in a hurry, they were our passers-by, and the people outside the car window watched us go with the car, we were their passers-by.

We have to communicate with many people from childhood to adulthood, there are general friendships, there are friendships that are poured over, there are sweet as honey friends, there are light as water friends, there are friends that are made for a lifetime, there are also fleeting forgetfulness, there are grateful, and there are also resentments. Many people want to make friends with each other, but I just want to "instead of getting along with each other, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes." For me, the so-called fate is actually: "Gathering is not gathering, dispersion is not dispersion, remembering or forgetting, getting together, knowing each other is the fate." True friends, not how much he does for me, how much I do for him, in whatever he does, I believe in him, trust him, do not care about him, do not argue with his interests. But if we care too much, maybe we're really passers-by. In fact, it is good to pass by, I have my friends, he has his friends, is not very good.

"The world is bustling, and all are for profit; The whole world is in the midst of profit. "In order to survive, to make a living, to develop, to get ahead, some people are cautious, some people are following the trend, some people are bold, some people are doing whatever they want, and as a result, in fact, everyone is just a passer-by in the world, a passer-by of desire. Buddhist Scripture Cloud: "Life is like a dream, like electricity, like an illusion, who knows it again!" Man's troubles are nothing more than greed, hatred, and resentment, and if you achieve "no obstacles to the mind, no obstacles, no terror, far from upside-down dreams, nirvana." "Even if we are in a hurry, what is the obstacle?"

As Zhu Ziqing's essay "Hurry" says: "... The days have slipped from my hands: like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days dripped in the flow of time, without sound or shadow. ...... Those who go are gone, those who come are coming; In the middle of the comings, how can they be hurried?" Everything is hurried, gradually we are older, gradually we are old, it turns out that our pursuit, our persistence, like a water moon mirror flower, seems a little ridiculous to think. In any case, we are always living our own lives, always living only the present, the past remaining in the memory, and the future may be a fantasy. Keep the hurried passers-by, "can drink a cup of nothing", and then you forget, I forget, he forgets, wave your hand, leave no cloud, isn't it very interesting.