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Some of my life essays and random thoughts contain the infiltration of negative energy.

It's a rare trip to the human world, and I hope I can leave something behind.

People will encounter many setbacks and tribulations in this life. The key lies in how we face it, think about it, and become a butterfly. If we experience every moment with our heart, first of all, let us learn to let go. Letting go is not giving up, but a release to clear our mind of distracting thoughts, so that we can face the challenges of life with a more relaxed attitude. The more relaxed we are, the slower we fall into the swamp. Sometimes, if we relax appropriately, slow down and let go of our obsessions, we will effectively break through the swamp vortex of anxiety and depression.

This work is a life essay, recording what you think and feel about life. I think everyone is in two worlds, one of which is naturally the real world we come into contact with in reality; and the other should be our inner world. This idea comes from Yangming's philosophy of mind, which states that "the heart is the principle", my heart is the universe, and the saying "If you can't fully understand by looking outside, then you should seek within." As an i person, it is always difficult for me to communicate my thoughts well with the people around me, so I record them here in written form, hoping to communicate and progress together with all fellow Taoists!

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Life Essay: It's troublesome to have a cat who loves to read at home

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This is a collection of essays that records sudden whims and inspirations. I don't know how long I can keep writing. No matter how much I write, it counts.

I have picked lotus leaves, folded lotus flowers, and broken lotus pods, but I have never reached the mud with my hands and cannot touch the roots of hibiscus and lotus roots.

Echoes of Quiet Loneliness" Chen Jiren lives up to his name - his sense of presence is so low that he feels like the world has pressed the mute button. No one will see you raise your hand in class, and you will always be the one left in the group. Even the WeChat message will be buried at the bottom of the group chat, becoming the only one without a reply. He'll be sad at first, but then he'll get used to it. Turn up the volume of your headphones to the maximum and pretend that you have chosen silence. In my sophomore year of high school, a trainee psychology teacher came to my class and organized an anonymous mailbox activity. Chen Ji wrote a letter with only one sentence: "Can anyone hear me?" He didn't leave a name at all. But at the next event, there was an extra note in the mailbox-- "I don't know who you are. But I hear you." "If you want, I'll wait for you on the rooftop every Thursday at noon. You don't have to talk." After that, Chen Ji went to the rooftop every Thursday. Sitting far away, separated from the unknown person by an entire rooftop of sunlight. They didn't say a word for a whole semester. But that was the first time Chen Ji heard an echo in his seventeen years of loneliness.

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Being trapped in a noisy and depressing environment for a long time, my mind is exhausted and my steps are hurried. Lin Qinghe used to habitually accommodate others, take the initiative to maintain relationships, and take every fate seriously, but what he got in exchange was silent ignorance, one-way consumption, and the exhaustion of being trapped everywhere. The unfamiliar field quietly takes away the relaxation and aura. The opportunities that should be open and smooth are repeatedly distorted by the scarcity and narrowness of the world. Even taking a good rest and treating yourself well has become a luxury. Later, she put aside the unnecessary flattery, bid farewell to the people and the past that consumed her, and lived in a clean Qinghe courtyard, spending her days with vegetation and tea. A grapefruit leaf washes away all the dust; A cup of refreshing tea can soothe your depressed heart; The faint fragrance of grass and woods in the house slowly soothes the tense mind. The mountains and fields are gentle, the neighbors are kind, and the days are slow and light. Here, you don't have to be gregarious, you don't have to be humble, you don't have to chase the rhythm of the world, and you don't have to be kidnapped physically and mentally by trivial expenses. Slowly clear away distracting thoughts, slowly recuperate your body and mind, and slowly disconnect from the negative ties and heavy burdens that do not belong to you. Gradually regain your own blessing, stability, relaxation and path forward, guard your own mood, and protect your peace. Everyone has his own destination, and his heart has its own destination. Guard a small courtyard and keep an inch of your heart. When the wind stops, everything returns to silence, and all the lost beauty and smoothness will slowly rush back.

You can write whenever you want, wherever you think of it. If you imagine too much, you should have a summary.

Record every detail in life and explore the true meaning of life. Take this as a lesson

We have always wanted to be rich, but in the end we will end up with the same bad ending as the greedy people before because of excessive pursuit of money, ignoring the conscience that should be guarded. How to change all this? It is difficult to change, because to be a person who saves his own life, we have to understand the true meaning of contentment when we are greedy, just like pulling up a person who has been sentenced by law because of greed. , It would be great if we knew how to be content first, but we have to understand the true meaning of contentment after being greedy and before being greedy. The difficulty is not much different, because we know that it is because most people do not understand the true meaning of contentment that they are greedy, and understanding the true meaning of contentment is much easier than pulling people up from the abyss. We know that it is difficult to climb out of the abyss, so how heavy we are will fall into the abyss. (Record life insights in chronological order, no title, everything after that)...

Write whatever you dream about. One chapter is a story. If you dream, write it. If you don't do it, you don't have to write it.

This work mainly records what I feel and think in life, as well as my views on certain things.

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Will being a fool make you happy? Being stupid and unaware of one's own nature belongs to those who are happy. But I'm not. I'm wearing a stupid coat. Of course I won't be happy when I do stupid things. Just reflecting on it late at night can make me annihilate. I don't like giving, but I give often. I want to say no, but I never say no. I was desperate, but stupidly I thought I had grasped hope. Give! Accept it! Believe it without reservation! Be fooled! Be oppressed! Face the world nakedly! Will dignity be required? Will friendship be needed? Will you want love? Will you know how to love yourself? Can you understand these things? Do you know the difference between love and stupid devotion? Can you resist the urge to give? Can you stop making meaningless efforts? Can you see the light of day? Can you really feel the scent of flowers? Are you really alive? There is only one answer. If I am really alive, I will never be happy if I die in the next second. I will still think about you, why don't you go? Oh, it turns out you can think about it this way! Save the self that was strangled in the past, we need her help in the future. Where to start? Tonight, go to bed early, don't stay up late, eat well, work well, and think carefully about every step. That's it, it will definitely be better!

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Diary, find a new starting point, start a life of coding, and no longer be looked down upon

Ordinary and trivial daily life becomes meaningful when it comes to words. Life leaves its mark. Some things are found in tree holes.

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I want to write something seriously, and truly record my life, those daily moments that are a little silly and a little beautiful.

This is a collection of essays about rural areas in southern Fujian. With Liu Liang's delicate writing style, he recalls his childhood memories in the 1990s. In the book, the author stares at his disappearing hometown and fishes out the pearls scattered in time among the fields, streams and old houses. The whole book is composed of dozens of independent short essays, including an indifferent examination of the impermanence of life and death - from the death of ancestors to the legend of "coffin water" in the village; and a tender look back at the barren years: the sour smell of growing mushrooms, the itch of harvesting sugar cane, the sweat under the bitter melon shed, and the accompaniment of the "squeaking" of a wheelbarrow. The fragrance of rice coming out of the stone mill and the reunion under the raincoat during the rainy season together outline a vivid and heavy folk custom picture. The author does not shy away from the "absurdity" of childhood: voyeurism, pranks, sneak fishing, and the loyalty with his friend Fatty under the grape trellis. In these rough realities, there is hidden the most primitive tenacity and brightness of life. With the invasion of industrial civilization, dirt roads have turned into parking lots, cattle mud pits have been filled in, and the clear streams in memory have dried up. This is not only a personal nostalgia note, but also a spiritual elegy for a generation. In the text that interweaves humor and sadness, the author records the last appearance of the village before it was swallowed up by the torrent of the times, allowing those silent fathers, loyal old dogs and silent land to gain eternal rebirth in the text.

Essay, Bo Jun smiled.

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All things are created with idealism People play games feeling in heart heaven and hell All in one thought

This is a book about philosophy and life.

The folk stories my grandfather told when I was a child contain profound principles of life.

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Life insights, understanding the world, life thinking, exchange of ideas, comments welcome!

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Each true story is based on the daily necessities around us

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It's just a note that records life, and is updated occasionally. It's almost like a diary, and almost like a self-preface. Follow your own heart and follow your own path in life. Life is said to last a long time, and it is said to be a short time and a long time. Record every bit, just so that you can find memories when you forget.

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It's just another essay to kill boring time.

Just some of the dreams of the author who dreams almost every day. Sometimes he will write some more later. If he really runs out of stories, he will make up a few of his own. In short, the author just wants to practice his writing skills.

This is an essay I wrote when I was depressed as a third-rate writer who doesn't know much about human nature. If you feel bad after watching this, it has nothing to do with me If you don't like watching, just leave

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