He struggled in the city for half his life, but the success he wanted did not come. In his own words, he was a loser. Although his wife and children comforted him again and again, his pessimism still bound him. Taking advantage of his wife's unprepared, he ran out of the house, went to a distant mountain, sat on a cliff and smoked, and jumped down to finish his failed life when he wanted to drink all the good wine he had with him. Later, a man climbed up from the cliff and startled him. He thought that this man, like him, also came here to commit suicide. When he climbed up completely, he knew that he was a medicine farmer who went into the mountain to collect medicine. After the farmer climbed up, he pulled the weeds off his head, took down the medicine basket on his back, sat down not far from him with a smile, and said loudly: are you a city man? He nodded. The medicine farmer asked again: come to travel? He nodded. The medicine farmer is very talkative: people from your city often come to visit us. I don't understand. What's good about this high and steep mountain? How nice the city is, with flat roads and high-rise buildings The druggist talked a lot to the effect that he envied him for being a city dweller. In his imagination, the city was like a paradise. It was bustling and bustling. He didn't have to work as hard as he. He climbed up and down every day. Maybe he would be bitten by a poisonous snake hidden in the grass. If his luck was even worse, he would slip and fall off the cliff. The injury was small. He could not even save his life. With a faint smile, he said that although there were no poisonous snakes or dangerous cliffs in the city, the danger in the city was no less than that in the mountains. He envied the people in the mountains. He lived a life like a paradise in the mountains all his life, being aloof from worldly strife, peaceful and comfortable. The two chatted more speculatively, so he handed the wine to the medicine farmer. The druggist took a sip and said good wine. It was the best wine he had ever drunk in his life. He said that since you like the city so much, why don't you go to the city? The medicine farmer said he wanted to go, but he could do nothing but collect medicine. What did he rely on to survive in the city? Therefore, in order to realize this ideal, he is now working hard to collect medicine and sell money for his son to finish college so that his son can live in a city as beautiful as heaven. He wanted to say something bad about the city, but he didn't have the heart to extinguish the burning light of hope in the eyes of the drug farmer, so he smiled faintly and asked the drug farmer if he knew why people in the city liked to travel in the mountains. The druggist shook his head and said that he had too much money and was free? He smiled and said no. in fact, in the eyes of city people, people in the mountains are living in heaven. They don't have to worry about being laid off by the company because of an oversight, or worry about being stumbling behind their colleagues in order to compete for a position. They don't have to make false promises against others in order to survive... In short, in the eyes of city people, a leisurely and comfortable rural life is a paradise His words made the medicine farmer's eyes wide open, and he debated angrily for a long time, debating whether the ideal life like heaven was in the mountains or in the city. Of course, none of them convinced the other side, but after the medicine farmer carried the medicine basket down the mountain, he cleaned up the remains of tobacco and wine on the ground and went down the mountain. He didn't want to commit suicide any more, but he just didn't strive to achieve the brilliance he wanted. The medicine farmer cut through difficulties every day to collect medicine in order to send his son to the city he was deeply tired of. The so-called heaven and hell are just a passing thought. They have never really existed. They only exist in everyone's understanding of life and desire for life. He could not accept the sense of loss in life and felt that he was living in hell, but he could not accept that he could not catch up with the kind of life he wanted. When the druggist talked with him, he once envied the easy life of the druggist. However, the druggist regarded this life as a failure he had to accept because he had no ability to change. In the eyes of the druggist, he was the darling of God, because he was born to live in a place favored by God: the city. In fact, everyone's life is a paradise in the eyes of others. Perhaps, there are some disappointments or flaws in other people's lives, but in our view, those small flaws are nothing and do not hinder the happiness of life; If the other party looks at us, the thorns and disappointments of life that make us feel depressed are just small flaws that can not hinder our life. But we, however, are always caught by those small waves, and we can't see the part of our own life that belongs to heaven. Therefore, we will be unhappy.

He struggled in the city for half his life, but the success he wanted did not come. In his own words, he was a loser. Although his wife and children comforted him again and again, his pessimism still bound him. Taking advantage of his wife's unprepared, he ran out of the house, went to a distant mountain, sat on a cliff and smoked, and jumped down to finish his failed life when he wanted to drink all the good wine he had with him. Later, a man climbed up from the cliff and startled him. He thought that this man, like him, also came here to commit suicide. When he climbed up completely, he knew that he was a medicine farmer who went into the mountain to collect medicine. After the farmer climbed up, he pulled the weeds off his head, took down the medicine basket on his back, sat down not far from him with a smile, and said loudly: are you a city man? He nodded. The medicine farmer asked again: come to travel? He nodded. The medicine farmer is very talkative: people from your city often come to visit us. I don't understand. What's good about this high and steep mountain? How nice the city is, with flat roads and high-rise buildings The druggist talked a lot to the effect that he envied him for being a city dweller. In his imagination, the city was like a paradise. It was bustling and bustling. He didn't have to work as hard as he. He climbed up and down every day. Maybe he would be bitten by a poisonous snake hidden in the grass. If his luck was even worse, he would slip and fall off the cliff. The injury was small. He could not even save his life. With a faint smile, he said that although there were no poisonous snakes or dangerous cliffs in the city, the danger in the city was no less than that in the mountains. He envied the people in the mountains. He lived a life like a paradise in the mountains all his life, being aloof from worldly strife, peaceful and comfortable. The two chatted more speculatively, so he handed the wine to the medicine farmer. The druggist took a sip and said good wine. It was the best wine he had ever drunk in his life. He said that since you like the city so much, why don't you go to the city? The medicine farmer said he wanted to go, but he could do nothing but collect medicine. What did he rely on to survive in the city? Therefore, in order to realize this ideal, he is now working hard to collect medicine and sell money for his son to finish college so that his son can live in a city as beautiful as heaven. He wanted to say something bad about the city, but he didn't have the heart to extinguish the burning light of hope in the eyes of the drug farmer, so he smiled faintly and asked the drug farmer if he knew why people in the city liked to travel in the mountains. The druggist shook his head and said that he had too much money and was free? He smiled and said no. in fact, in the eyes of city people, people in the mountains are living in heaven. They don't have to worry about being laid off by the company because of an oversight, or worry about being stumbling behind their colleagues in order to compete for a position. They don't have to make false promises against others in order to survive... In short, in the eyes of city people, a leisurely and comfortable rural life is a paradise His words made the medicine farmer's eyes wide open, and he debated angrily for a long time, debating whether the ideal life like heaven was in the mountains or in the city. Of course, none of them convinced the other side, but after the medicine farmer carried the medicine basket down the mountain, he cleaned up the remains of tobacco and wine on the ground and went down the mountain. He didn't want to commit suicide any more, but he just didn't strive to achieve the brilliance he wanted. The medicine farmer cut through difficulties every day to collect medicine in order to send his son to the city he was deeply tired of. The so-called heaven and hell are just a passing thought. They have never really existed. They only exist in everyone's understanding of life and desire for life. He could not accept the sense of loss in life and felt that he was living in hell, but he could not accept that he could not catch up with the kind of life he wanted. When the druggist talked with him, he once envied the easy life of the druggist. However, the druggist regarded this life as a failure he had to accept because he had no ability to change. In the eyes of the druggist, he was the darling of God, because he was born to live in a place favored by God: the city. In fact, everyone's life is a paradise in the eyes of others. Perhaps, there are some disappointments or flaws in other people's lives, but in our view, those small flaws are nothing and do not hinder the happiness of life; If the other party looks at us, the thorns and disappointments of life that make us feel depressed are just small flaws that can not hinder our life. But we, however, are always caught by those small waves, and we can't see the part of our own life that belongs to heaven. Therefore, we will be unhappy.