给心画一个世界 Draw A World For The Heart

2018

Every man has his mind, and every utterance has its soul. In the rolling of life, and gradually understand life. Everyone in the world is a paradox, awake on the outside but lost on the inside. What's ridiculous is that outsiders laugh at insiders. One minute they are outsiders, they are insiders, and they laugh at themselves without knowing it. We came into this world. This is a piece of white paper, very white, very pure, without a trace of distracting thoughts. But into the world of mortals, this giant VAT of dye, it is colorful, or good or bad, so that everyone into the bureau cannot extricate themselves. Chaos in the world of mortals, or to survive can not choose freedom or to rack one's brains for interests. Both the rich and the poor live very tiredly. Coupled with the epidemic in recent years, people need to take a breather, need the same frequency, and introspect. From 2018 to the present, the feeling in my heart is intense. The world, AH, sometimes too helpless, too sad. A wounded heart in the precipitation of thoughts, slowly I figured out that the world is too complex, dyeing people's hearts is too complex. There are too many nights. I look out the window, hoping that the quiet of the night can bring a little comfort; hoping that the dead of the night can get me sorrow; hoping that the calm night can read my heart. This is the end of the preface to the meditation, to be you and I exchange the beginning.