It may be everyone's subconscious to see themselves differently. But the face of life is not much different. The reality is indeed not so pleasant, even cruel, but it is an objective existence that can not be avoided. The most common complaint I hear is not the twists and turns of love in the workplace, but the hardships of life. The real jigsaw is like a huge net hanging over everyone's head. All adversity can be attributed to the sigh of fate: I worked so hard, but I haven't made it to the top. Recently, literary and artistic youth have caught the source of this emotion. Mu Dan wrote in meditation: only then did I know all my efforts, but I finished my ordinary life. For a time, this became "never forget the original heart, you can always" and "in our life, it is not rare to meet love and sex, but to meet understanding." Then another golden sentence. We are indeed in an age of noise. The crazy turn of microblog and wechat is the drunken gold fans of the second generation and the periphery. In reality, the distance between people is so close that subconscious competition can't be avoided. In the long run, how much meaning is difficult to calm, which has become resentment, jealousy and complaint, but few people remind themselves that what we live is an ordinary life. Self pity and self injury are common faults of naive people. Another way of presenting this disease is to exaggerate your value. Being admitted to a famous school after a cold window of ten years is clearly just a new struggle, but it is regarded by too many people as a gilded holy garment. Few people are willing to admit that famous universities only provide more means to bid farewell to the commonplace and expand the pattern of knowing people and discussing the world. In the final analysis, we are still ordinary. Between 985, 211 and bright future, there has always been a correlation, not causality. What's more, after college, there are many people who fall ill in literature and art and are still difficult to get rid of their loser mentality. Douban once had a popular post called "we work so hard just to become an ordinary person". It says, "After so many efforts, we just want to be ordinary people in the eyes of others, and maybe the kind of ordinary people we hated most in the past. So although we have the same salary and do the same things, some people can be happy to please the boss, our happiness always comes from a lyrics and a sudden sentence that suddenly comes to mind The dialogue touching the tears and the person on the other end of the phone late at night Think about the many people around you who have struggled hard for so many years and worked hard to shine for so many years. Finally, they will wear suits and skirts and dress well to squeeze the subway and bus. They have a small table in the high-rise building of CBD and a small bed in the old-fashioned residential area far away from CBD. " The sharp contrast and similar situation urge the lacrimal glands of literary and artistic youth. They complain about the oblivion of poetry, the dust in the distance, the reality of camping and even the practice of flies and dogs. They are forced to lower their arrogant heads, take off their ideal crown, get into the trap of the house and give up their desire for the world. (www.lz13. CN) a long melancholy can circle the earth, but I don't want to admit that the starting point of all difficulties is that I'm lazy, procrastinate and don't read, but I think too much. In this wave of emotion, there is a branch called gap year and global travel. Play is the best hallucinogen, but few people think of going out for a walk in order to come back better. The romantic way of life is like a rootless duckweed, but the literary and artistic young people seem to pretend not to know: some people look all over the world and still don't leave anything in their hearts, while others sit and daydream with eternal rivers in their hearts. It may be everyone's subconscious to see themselves differently. But the face of life is not much different. The reality is indeed not so pleasant, even cruel, but it is an objective existence that can not be avoided. Lawrence? Bullock wrote "eight million ways to die". In the same city, all kinds of people die in various ways every day, and readers can only stand by. Ding Ma sang "Shanghai 25 hours", although it was a joke, it also talked about the most real ordinary and trivial. Real literature and art is never to turn your head in front of ugliness, but to laugh or face life calmly. It's good to have ideals, but don't use beauty as an excuse to let yourself go easily. Living in a vulgar era, we can only make our own efforts. In the final analysis, who doesn't want to face the pain and aging of his family, the ups and downs and setbacks of the workplace, the unpredictability and wind and rain of life, who doesn't always have a few troubles in his heart, but also has to be happy and indifferent. All suffering has deep meaning. The only difference is that some people walk past, while others stay where they are. Finally, we are just ordinary people in the world of mortals.