The scenery is not easy to live, so choose the elegant old!

The scenery is not easy to live, so choose the elegant old!

An elegant life is a calm heart, a calm state of mind, a dull way of living, and thus nourishment and gloom. You can run ahead of time, but don't run in front of the quiet heart. The scenery of life, in the end, is the scenery of the soul. If the heart is anxious, floating, disturbing, aging, what is the rhyme of the scenery along the way? The environment can be chaotic, but the heart can not be chaotic; things can be rushed, and the heart can not be anxious! This passage is the famous entrepreneur Ren Zhiqiang said. At the beginning, I was amazed at the deep heart of an entrepreneur who had such a poetic sincerity in life. In the aftermath of reading, I think maybe it’s a deep struggle for life in the struggle of the sea and the wind. Experience, a summary of the heart, a brilliant confession! In fact, is life not like this?

By chance, on a summer afternoon, the sun was still swaying and stubbornly exhaling its heat. I sat down in the shade of a tree, watching the rice fields not far from the water vapor, an old farmer still Busy in the field. I waved him, meaning to ask him to take a break under the tree. He came, licked his hands and covered his hands with yellow water drops, smiled at me with a thick smile, and said to him: You see us as peasants, facing the loess, facing the sky all year round. It is like this, not as good as sitting in the office. I didn't answer him immediately, just handed him a cigarette, quietly watching him vomiting the smoke circle without hesitation, and quite proudly talking about his farming. I can't feel that he is telling the hard work of the peasant. I think he talks very leisurely, like a series of interesting storylines. Perhaps, the life of the peasants is also elegant, because I clearly feel the joy of their labor, let me think along its path!

In my forty years of life, I have been searching for the intersection of elegant life, but I opened the gates of memory, even though these memories are like montage photography searching the corners of life, trying to fragment these memories. I have been spliced ​​together to form a cut, but there are few places that satisfy me. I feel some sadness, some disappointment and confusion! Do all my life fail? Nothing can be called an elegant shadow? Is there anything worthy of nostalgia? Who made my life lost gracefully? Let me marginally be in the distance of the world!

I began to reflect on my life. In the young years, I have also done many beautiful dreams, and also established some heroic ambitions and spoke some magnificent words. But in those days I passed, I have done a lot of wrong things. Especially in the long and long time, the paranoia in the cup is intoxicated, and I am abandoning myself in the wilderness lost in my life. The green field in my heart gradually fades, and the stream of the heart is swallowed by the wind and sand. And coverage. I looked at myself and looked at my figure as if I felt so embarrassed and ugly! I tortured myself, can I save myself with my heavy steps? Can I still challenge an elegant life?

The reins of life are naturally caused by self-restraint. I am struggling to try to get rid of my wretchedness and depression. I saw the green on the front of the platform, "Mu Xinxin began to flow with the glory, the spring!" I want to drive a small boat, put it on the sails, still float on the blue waves, sing the songs in my heart, find my green field, take back my lost hope, let the elegant life and me accompany each other. !

There are a lot of snow on the road of life. Whether it is the first half of life or the journey behind, it may be difficult to climb on the cliffs in front of them, but if you see the pretty flowers on the cliff, if you want to see the smiles in their crowds, I have to go climbing, even if I fall down, I will break my blood and never give up!

In fact, I don't want to pursue my own perfection, nor do I pursue the scenery of life, nor do I want to publicize myself, but spiritual trust and dependence cannot be abandoned. There are only two ways to completely wither the spirit: one is that the spirit is surrounded by the prison of the mind and imprisoned; the other is to devote one's own spirit to the decadent and desolate stage that is blind to death!

The tender wind is blowing gracefully. I am turning a figure, facing the front with a positive smile, letting her take the dust in my heart, gracefully holding her arms and taking the path of my future life!