Ant spirit

When I was a child, I squatted on the ground and watched the ants climb. I felt fun first, and I had a thoughtful feeling. Now that I am fast-forward, I don’t have to worry about it. When I sit down and sit down, I sort out the scene and think about it. Suddenly, I also have a general understanding of “suddenly looking back, but the person is in the dim light”. Although not in the elegant hall, the right to write down is used as a stamp of the past.

If you compare people to ants, no, I mean, if people look at themselves like ants, then people live in the world, just like an ant crawling on the sand. What is the end of the sand? No one can answer. If you must say it, it is a grave.

Life is a journey between life and death.

Ants never take care of what it is. It only climbed down with its head down, seriously and meticulously, leaving a string of traces of regularity or skew on the sand. When people see this trace, they will say that an ant has climbed from here. This should be seen as the value of ant life.

What about people? Why do you have to be sure that there must be a garden in front of you, there is a bird in the garden, there are flowers, green flowers, some people applauding and others are happy, will you take some effort to climb there? For these people, wherever they finally climb, it is undoubtedly a criterion for judging whether life is worth. For the footprints and traces left behind by the people, not many people have cast a concern.

When people live in the world, they should climb forward like the ants. Along the way, naturally, a series of footprints will be left behind. This is the true value of life. Otherwise, people only have to stay in place. No one can guarantee that the front must be a garden.

Then compare people to ants. When an ant just climbed out of the hole, he had no negatives and was relaxed. It climbed all the way, saw a grain of rice, picked it up and put it on the back; when it encountered a leaf, it picked it up and put it on the back; when it touched a grass stem, it was picked up and put on the back.

In fact, this rice grain, leaves, grass stems, and it has nothing to do with climbing out of the hole. No one has said that it has to pick them up and put them on their backs. But now, things have become as if they have climbed all the way, for the sake of these rashes, and then they have made themselves uncomfortable.

In the human dictionary, this rice grain may be a title and a title; that leaf may be the reputation of a family; the grass stems and pebbles may also be a large sum of money, or a chance to go abroad for a study... ...

Or ask, what ants do not back, what can be in the world?

It really is not, and it is impossible. However, it is one thing to carry on the body, and whether it is carried in the heart is another matter. Legend has it that two monks rushed to the river and rushed to the river to meet a heavy rain. A woman drenched and shivered by the river. The monk abruptly picked her up and went across the river. Monk B has always been worried about this. When he stayed at a hotel in the night, he finally couldn’t help himself. He asked: "Brother, the Buddha ring is close to the female color. Why do you pick up the woman and have a skin kiss?" "I put her down early, how are you still carrying it?" The heavier the back, the more he wants to let go. To do this, there is no other way than to take those Laos as a matter of course. It is a pity that what we have seen is that there are too many backs on the back, and the heart is more carrying, and the back is heavier. What’s even worse is that I didn’t carry it on my back. When I saw other ants carrying it, I was blushing and hot, and my heart was stunned!

Unloading those Laos from the heart, people will let go more, more cool, more leisure, more free and relaxed.

People, in fact, are in such a middle zone: for ants, it is a sacred and unbeatable person. For the universe, it is nothing but a small and humble ant. What's more, in front of people, there is a long and endless chain that extends. Behind the person, there is a longer endless chain that extends. As a link, the people we are talking about now only stay in the river for a moment, even if it is brilliant.

Comparing people to ants is not a contempt for people and self-sufficiency. On the contrary, this is a lifting of people.

The ant just lives according to its part. It is hardworking, hardworking, tenacious, and frugal. It never makes a declaration, and it is not self-righteous. It raises two tentacles as a banner to show off.

What about people? If the ants are living like this in the heavens and the earth, it is really worthwhile for them to write a monument. They write four words: the spirit of the ant.