Some people feel that they are born to be human, to live to conquer others, to conquer nature, to conquer the world, to conquer destiny... So, from an early age, we decided that we had to win at the starting line. Others have learned the Olympics, we still have to learn English, others can play basketball, we also have to learn to play football, in short, we can't lose to others, Buddha's life is a game that never accepts defeat.
Not long ago, I read Wang Long's new book "The Story of The Human World" and felt very deeply. He said that life is a free feast. Yes, we have not stopped in our busy lives for a long time to savor the world. There are hundreds of flowers in spring, cool breezes in summer, full moons in autumn, and snow in winter. We are still too busy to touch the feast of nature, how can we make time to conquer others?
Teenage time is a dessert. Before I could eat it, the plate was empty. At that time, we teenagers did not know the taste of sorrow, in order to give new words to say sad, and small friends mixed in the field every day, chasing butterflies, grasping small tadpoles, the days are only full and happy.
Youth is a sweet and sour fruit. We are obsessed with leaving the protection of our parents. Energetic and want to fly high with your friends. The outside world is so wonderful, happy, just laugh. When you are angry, you are angry, and when you are hurt, you cry alone. At that time, we who were full of literary and artistic style, the sentimental era, and the twittering vows, constituted the invincible years of youth.
Middle age is back to the pot meat. Five meats are complete, and all kinds of flavors are miscellaneous. When people reach middle age, they finally understand that it is not easy for people to live. Health will be a problem, can not hide from natural disasters and man-made disasters, the temperament is also worn almost, will not be cynical easily, but it is easy to be moved to tears by small things. Many things will only be put in the heart, such as fish drinking water, and they can't say it.
Old age is dried radish with pickles. Bask in the sun, make friends, drink tea, and reminisce about half a life. It turns out that we have left so many footprints and said so many profound philosophies, the sunset is the most beautiful but the sunset is red.
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