Prose with a sense of world stability and simple taste.

"The heavens and the earth are ruthless, and everything is a grass dog; Saints are ruthless and treat people like pigs. " The sky is the music score, the ground is the strings, and all creatures are the keys, each running and jumping, tangible and intangible, bringing out the best in each other, and piecing together a chapter-by-chapter movement called "life".

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Let nature take its course is not a simple four-word idiom. Only by chewing slowly can you understand the punch line.

Everything in the world has its own way of life. So is man, a product of nature.

The bus is still moving slowly, and there are impatient complaints and tired sighs from time to time in the carriage. Walking outside, you will find the whole world busy. I like to wait in a comfortable corner, not listening to music, not grabbing my mobile phone, watching flowers and cherry trees, and watching the endless stream. A car full of people, sitting to catch up on sleep, standing and watching today's news, someone leaned out of the window, then leaned back in a chair and rubbed his temples with his hands. "Traffic jams every day, especially today, I will be late for work, alas …" After the live broadcast on the bus, I began to play bus songs, "Facing the morning light and sunshine, we shuttled through the streets ... Your smile will add new strength to me every time, and you taught me to be strong …" The melodious female voice and loud voice comforted people's grievances and emotions that deviated from the morning.

I often sit at the end of the second floor of the carriage and look at the scenery inside the carriage and outside the window with great interest. From a distance, you can see that the windows brush the treetops on both sides of the road, and the green leaves touch the glass. The unknown tree opened a pink flower, like a pink fog, stood in a row, turned the corner and jumped into the eye, suddenly feeling that the flower was bright and bright. Streets are being dug and repaired everywhere, and roads are cut into pieces by large and small building signs and extend in a zigzag way.

The body can be busy and wandering in the secular world, but there must be light in the heart to open a sea of flowers. Life is certainly not a Buddha, but remember it when necessary. If you worship it, you will be grateful and sing a song. If it doesn't work, you can abandon it and put it on the shelf. It is the domesticated magic in your heart, close at hand, not far away, not terrible. After reading it, treat it kindly with a gentle heart, and it will become a poem, such as a trickle to cleanse your mind, teach you to think and make your eyes bright; If you scold it with a manic temper and vilify it, it will become a huge stream, engulfing you mercilessly and enslaving you.

Cyclists walk through large and small trains, sewing needles, wearing windbreakers and masks to buy time for themselves, hoping to catch up with work after sending their children to school. At both ends of the sidewalk at every traffic intersection, there are people on duty, about 50 years old, pulling long strips of cloth and holding red armbands to prevent impatient people from running red lights. As soon as the whistle sounded, the cloth around the waist was put down, and the people gathered at both ends hurried past. These small details, focusing on words, have never been noticed before. I think our city is becoming more and more civilized.

People often crowd in front of bus stop signs, craning their necks to see the bus they are waiting for. When the bus arrives, they rush forward, for fear of catching themselves, and the driver will shout, "The people behind are waiting for the next bus, they can't hold on!" " . "Occasionally a sprinkler passed by, and the unique music full of childlike interest came, which made a group of adults who were in a hurry to get on the bus panic. Should they run to the back of the bus stop first, or skip to see some ballet? The predicament is very interesting. After the criticism, people feel refreshed.

There are all kinds of snacks on the small roads on both sides of the road, which are not exquisite, ugly and simple. There are two people standing together, husband and wife, quick and quick, without making a fuss, but surrounded by crowds of diners. Whether it's suits and ties, whether it's ordinary people, crisp pancake fruit in his mouth, steaming steamed dumplings and steamed bread in his hand, he's on the road, chatting, regardless of rank, 369 and so on. You and I don't know each other, but we are all running for the same thing, and that is to fill our stomachs! A gentleman is far away from cooking, but he still has to worry about food, while a villain is wise and steady, and he still has to plan rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Otherwise, the tradition in China is that food is the most important thing for the people!

The aunts and grandmothers who clean roads use weighing tools to clean dust for various fence buildings. Some people drive three wheels to pick up cigarette butts, lunch boxes and chopsticks, while others sort recyclable and non-recyclable garbage. They are unknown, but they work hard.

This is life! Everyone has a job to do and contribute their own value to themselves, their families and society. It is unnecessary to shout "Are we Artemisia?", but we must be confident that "since God has given talents, let them find jobs!" . When you are worried about not knowing how to start and how to solve puzzles, just let it be. The wheel of time will not stand still, and your giving up will not lead to the destruction of the world. History books will eventually turn this page.

If someone asks me what life should be like? I think I'll say, standing in your present position and looking up 360 degrees, everything you see is life, a glass of water in your hand, a chair under you, a step you take, a word you say, a question you think ... all forms of life. Your existence is created by life, and you are synonymous with life. How else would the fortune teller look at your face?

Life should be a warm song, without sound or strings. Fingertips flicked in the air, and tapped notes floated in the wind and flowed into the ears of bosom friends. If someone asks me, what color should my life be and what kind of texture should I feel? I think I will say that life is like the yellow light from the candle in the lantern when there is no one at night. Not bright but warm, not desolate but peaceful, let lonely travelers know that there are fireworks here, and hopefully they can satisfy their hunger and keep warm. Like the loving old mother's hands, the shuttle thread is twisted all the year round, the copper buckle touches the needle, and the cloth shoes are paired. Even if the mottled folds are dark and rough, people still can't let go. Holding them, the wandering heart gradually becomes stable, intimate and converted.

We are all beggars, begging for life, whether it is simple, relaxed, extravagant or hard, and swaggering with our heads down is our living posture. Find your own position and dance with the sound. Buddha is in my heart. With compassion, I can practice everywhere in my life.