What are the comprehension of happiness and pain?

The understanding of happiness and pain. President Yu’s writing is really good, pain, happiness, and it depends on your understanding. We always feel pain, not because we are more painful than happiness, but because we use inappropriate ways to let the painful wild horses run freely in every corner of our lives.

One summer, I traveled along the Yellow River, standing on the banks of the Yellow River countless times, watching the waters of the Weihe River roll like the yellow dragons, rushing down from the sky, and flowing my heart into a boundless and magnificent; watching the sunset once and again like blood The river feels like life is being re-stained again and again, and every time there is an impulse to rush to the sea.

But what makes me feel the deepest is such a thing. Once on the edge of the Yellow River, I used a bottle to fill a bottle of river water. The mixed water of the sediment, after being poured into the water bottle, is still very turbid, and the only thing that sees through the bottle is the turbid world. Behind the bottle, you can't see the sky, you can't see the ground. In the face of such water, I feel pain and despair. I feel that the river bed in the Yellow River is rising and bringing disasters, and I feel the cry of people in this disaster. I put the water bottle on the side, sitting on the shore in pain, watching the Yellow River in a daze.

After a while, I took my eyes back from a distance and found that the water in the bottle began to clear. The turbid sand began to settle and the water in the upper part of the bottle became clearer. I looked at this change until the sediment settled, only one-fifth of the entire bottle, and the remaining four-fifths became a clear river. I slowly lifted the bottle, saw the sky through the bottle, saw the land, and saw the boundary between happiness and pain in life.

It turns out that our happiness and pain are like the Yellow River water. In a hurry and impetuous, we swayed our lives desperately until life became turbid, and all happiness was mixed with painful ingredients. If the clear water is happy and the sediment is painful, then the total amount of happiness in our life should be greater than the pain. We always feel pain, not because we are more painful than happiness, but because we use inappropriate ways to let the painful wild horses run freely in every corner of our lives. Because of the painful penetration, we should have been as clear as water, and like the Yellow River, there are too many impurities.

If we can calm down and let the pain settle in our hearts, whether it will disappear or not, let it occupy a small space in our hearts, and most of the rest of the space will be filled with happiness. Since the beginning of birth, the total amount of happiness and pain experienced by each person in life has been about the same. Some people are more painful, others are happier. It is not that people have different attitudes toward happiness, but people treat them differently. The painful attitude is different. Thinking of this, I swayed the water bottle, and the water that had become very clear became turbid in an instant.

The difficulty of life is that we can't let life stand still, thus separating pain and happiness, and completely depositing the pain in a forgotten corner so that it no longer rolls over. In our lives, pain and happiness are more or less mixed. If we fall into it and cannot extricate ourselves, life will lose its most essential meaning. Then, does it mean that life with a mixture of pain and happiness is meaningless?

I once again turned my attention to the Yellow River and found it to be so magnificent and beautiful. The meandering river turned over with the turbid waves, flowing from the horizon, flowing under my feet, and disappearing at the other end of the horizon, so that people could not feel the vitality of our planet. I suddenly realized that if we can enlarge people's lives and enlarge them to the Yellow River, from ancient times and the sky, to the future and the sea, then our lives will not have to worry about the mixture of happiness and pain. It became a symphony of the Yellow River that can never be sung.