When I met with yoshiyang, I said that I was under great pressure recently. I often had insomnia at night. I was faced with work and life choices, and I didn't know what to do. In short, it's a mess. How can I break this dilemma? Help me quickly! Siyang said, what is your dilemma now? I said that many things can't be let go. I'm always sad in my heart, or I don't know how to choose and how to go on. He told me a story - there was an experiment in which you tried to eat a beautiful apple, but found that some of it had been eaten by insects. Some people would chew down the other parts that had not been eaten by insects, and some people would directly throw it away. So, what's your choice? I said, I belong to the former. Siyang said, so you will be tangled and can't let go. We should have the ability to lose a bad apple. At least dare to say that I don't want to eat any more. To say I dare is the moment when rationality supports you to make a decision, but you live in the perceptual world most of the time. You don't know how to give up or choose with that bad apple. There's no harm in being decisive. Siyang said that in his last job, he changed a supervisor in his department. He was grumpy and didn't seem to like Siyang very much. In a meeting report, the supervisor denied Siyang's proposal for the third time. Siyang asked him what the reason was, and he said there was no reason. This answer angered Siyang. He went straight to the personnel department and applied for resignation. Although the supervisor regretted afterwards and wanted to keep him, he left resolutely. If it were me, I would certainly not be so bold. I would tangle, communicate with the supervisor, and then choose to leave, but this process will be very long. Therefore, I will always be in a state of injury. I will constantly suspect the supervisor and ask myself. Siyang will make a quick decision and never procrastinate. Since then, Siyang has been idle at home for some time and didn't find a suitable job. He concentrates on raising flowers every day. I asked, "will you regret your decision?" Siyang said, "yes, sometimes I think I'm reckless, but there's no way back. You have to learn to say goodbye to the past and throw away the broken apple. Although it looks beautiful, it's really bitten by insects. You don't dislike it. Maybe your stomach doesn't like it!" It turns out that saying goodbye to the past and welcoming the future are different steps, but saying goodbye to the past is definitely the premise of welcoming the future. We need a little courage, just like Alice, standing at the hole of the rabbit hole, the unknown is in front of us My favorite book is Alice in Wonderland. I envy Alice very much. She seems to have countless rabbit holes around her. She can't finish jumping and has constant experience. She just needs to jump in through a hole and different stories can happen. Most of the time, I was Alice who stopped at the mouth of the cave. I didn't know what it meant to jump and what I would meet, so I hesitated and hesitated. I kept warning myself that it was time for me to have some courage. The moment I finally jumped down, I found that I had fallen into the bottom of my life. At the bottom of the valley, I cried all night and needed comfort. I walked in the dark again and again, groping, insomnia and pain for two weeks. Over the past two weeks, I have taken leave, locked myself in the house, closed the curtains, read, write and copy heart Sutras in my room. When I do these, my heart is still sad. I am very afraid of the light, afraid of the light shining on me, which will make me even lower. Until the sixteenth day, I fell ill and had to go out. My best friend came to me. She loved me. She lay beside me, took my hand and took me out of the room. Just when I saw the first touch of green, I actually rejected the scenery in my heart. I felt that the scenery was like a satire to me. The bestie said that when she was married, she bought some soap, essential oil, essence, and gifts for her friends and relatives who came to marry her. She wanted to make some hand soap. Her sister learned the news and prepared some white roses for her, but when she got it, the white roses had withered, so she took off the perfect white petals and put them into a book. She wanted the paper to absorb the water and decorate the transparent soap when the petals were dry. But she didn't give up those decaying petals, so she put them in the book. When she opened the book again, the milky white petals had turned yellow, while the decaying petals turned black. She was very depressed and angry, because it was not only those petals that turned black, but also her beloved book. At the beginning, the petals she didn't want to throw away actually soiled the whole book. How regretful she was that she didn't immediately throw away those decaying petals at that time! When she finished, she suddenly sighed that people always have some unforgettable memories. They are like this white rose, but the glorious stamens are wrapped with disgraceful memories. On the way of growing up, maybe we have to often give up some things and forget all the bad memories, so that we can go better. In this way, when we get old, we will always remember beautiful people and things. The nightmares given to us by those bad guys have long gone with the wind I watched the potion flow into my blood vessels bit by bit, and then flow through my body along the blood vessels. I imagined them as countless energies, which seemed to support my mind and my world again. I looked back on the time when I was far away. I liked to pick up leaves in the sun when I was a child. I studied hard in the cold window of high school. The earthquake when I graduated from college. I lived on the playground for a month. I prayed night and night. I thought that if I lived a safe and stable life in this world in the future, I would write down a row of ideals to be realized. Now, eight years later, the dreams I wrote down that night have really come true. When I have nothing, I can open my world. Why do I feel like I can't get up when I fall today? A gust of wind opened the curtains. I saw a green outside. It was full of vitality. It was the green of life. No one knows how excited I am. It's the green that makes me cry. I love you, I love myself, but I love the world more and its changing normality. I don't want to grow into an adult with an indifferent and sad face. I want to love life all the time. I want to stand up and accept the result. I love choice because it makes me realize more aspects of life. It gives me countless holes so that I can jump down at will like Alice. How great! My heart is still sad, but I want to enjoy the feeling and emotion. I won't accept it until I get used to it. I choose and give up boldly. As I grow up, I like being straightforward more and more. Although it is simple and rough, it is at least sincere and absolutely the side of true temperament. By the way, of all human nature, I only love this simple sincerity.

When I met with yoshiyang, I said that I was under great pressure recently. I often had insomnia at night. I was faced with work and life choices, and I didn't know what to do. In short, it's a mess. How can I break this dilemma? Help me quickly! Siyang said, what is your dilemma now? I said that many things can't be let go. I'm always sad in my heart, or I don't know how to choose and how to go on. He told me a story - there was an experiment in which you tried to eat a beautiful apple, but found that some of it had been eaten by insects. Some people would chew down the other parts that had not been eaten by insects, and some people would directly throw it away. So, what's your choice? I said, I belong to the former. Siyang said, so you will be tangled and can't let go. We should have the ability to lose a bad apple. At least dare to say that I don't want to eat any more. To say I dare is the moment when rationality supports you to make a decision, but you live in the perceptual world most of the time. You don't know how to give up or choose with that bad apple. There's no harm in being decisive. Siyang said that in his last job, he changed a supervisor in his department. He was grumpy and didn't seem to like Siyang very much. In a meeting report, the supervisor denied Siyang's proposal for the third time. Siyang asked him what the reason was, and he said there was no reason. This answer angered Siyang. He went straight to the personnel department and applied for resignation. Although the supervisor regretted afterwards and wanted to keep him, he left resolutely. If it were me, I would certainly not be so bold. I would tangle, communicate with the supervisor, and then choose to leave, but this process will be very long. Therefore, I will always be in a state of injury. I will constantly suspect the supervisor and ask myself. Siyang will make a quick decision and never procrastinate. Since then, Siyang has been idle at home for some time and didn't find a suitable job. He concentrates on raising flowers every day. I asked, "will you regret your decision?" Siyang said, "yes, sometimes I think I'm reckless, but there's no way back. You have to learn to say goodbye to the past and throw away the broken apple. Although it looks beautiful, it's really bitten by insects. You don't dislike it. Maybe your stomach doesn't like it!" It turns out that saying goodbye to the past and welcoming the future are different steps, but saying goodbye to the past is definitely the premise of welcoming the future. We need a little courage, just like Alice, standing at the hole of the rabbit hole, the unknown is in front of us My favorite book is Alice in Wonderland. I envy Alice very much. She seems to have countless rabbit holes around her. She can't finish jumping and has constant experience. She just needs to jump in through a hole and different stories can happen. Most of the time, I was Alice who stopped at the mouth of the cave. I didn't know what it meant to jump and what I would meet, so I hesitated and hesitated. I kept warning myself that it was time for me to have some courage. The moment I finally jumped down, I found that I had fallen into the bottom of my life. At the bottom of the valley, I cried all night and needed comfort. I walked in the dark again and again, groping, insomnia and pain for two weeks. Over the past two weeks, I have taken leave, locked myself in the house, closed the curtains, read, write and copy heart Sutras in my room. When I do these, my heart is still sad. I am very afraid of the light, afraid of the light shining on me, which will make me even lower. Until the sixteenth day, I fell ill and had to go out. My best friend came to me. She loved me. She lay beside me, took my hand and took me out of the room. Just when I saw the first touch of green, I actually rejected the scenery in my heart. I felt that the scenery was like a satire to me. The bestie said that when she was married, she bought some soap, essential oil, essence, and gifts for her friends and relatives who came to marry her. She wanted to make some hand soap. Her sister learned the news and prepared some white roses for her, but when she got it, the white roses had withered, so she took off the perfect white petals and put them into a book. She wanted the paper to absorb the water and decorate the transparent soap when the petals were dry. But she didn't give up those decaying petals, so she put them in the book. When she opened the book again, the milky white petals had turned yellow, while the decaying petals turned black. She was very depressed and angry, because it was not only those petals that turned black, but also her beloved book. At the beginning, the petals she didn't want to throw away actually soiled the whole book. How regretful she was that she didn't immediately throw away those decaying petals at that time! When she finished, she suddenly sighed that people always have some unforgettable memories. They are like this white rose, but the glorious stamens are wrapped with disgraceful memories. On the way of growing up, maybe we have to often give up some things and forget all the bad memories, so that we can go better. In this way, when we get old, we will always remember beautiful people and things. The nightmares given to us by those bad guys have long gone with the wind I watched the potion flow into my blood vessels bit by bit, and then flow through my body along the blood vessels. I imagined them as countless energies, which seemed to support my mind and my world again. I looked back on the time when I was far away. I liked to pick up leaves in the sun when I was a child. I studied hard in the cold window of high school. The earthquake when I graduated from college. I lived on the playground for a month. I prayed night and night. I thought that if I lived a safe and stable life in this world in the future, I would write down a row of ideals to be realized. Now, eight years later, the dreams I wrote down that night have really come true. When I have nothing, I can open my world. Why do I feel like I can't get up when I fall today? A gust of wind opened the curtains. I saw a green outside. It was full of vitality. It was the green of life. No one knows how excited I am. It's the green that makes me cry. I love you, I love myself, but I love the world more and its changing normality. I don't want to grow into an adult with an indifferent and sad face. I want to love life all the time. I want to stand up and accept the result. I love choice because it makes me realize more aspects of life. It gives me countless holes so that I can jump down at will like Alice. How great! My heart is still sad, but I want to enjoy the feeling and emotion. I won't accept it until I get used to it. I choose and give up boldly. As I grow up, I like being straightforward more and more. Although it is simple and rough, it is at least sincere and absolutely the side of true temperament. By the way, of all human nature, I only love this simple sincerity.