I thought that from a biological point of view, life reads almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and rhythm, and its inner cycle of growth and decay. It begins with an innocent childhood, followed by a crude youth, a crude attempt to adjust to a mature society, with youthful enthusiasm and foolishness, ideals and ambitions; then it reaches a vigorous adulthood , profit from experience, and more experience from society and human nature; in middle age, the tension is slightly lessened, and the character is mature, as mature as fruit or good wine. Life has gradually taken on a more tolerant, cynical, and at the same time kinder attitude; later on, when old age comes, when the endocrine glands reduce their activity, and if we have a true philosophical conception of old age, and follow this If we use this concept to adjust our way of life, then, in our minds, this period is a period of peace, stability, leisure and contentment; in the end, the fire of life is extinguished, and a person sleeps forever and never wakes up. We should be able to experience the rhythmic beauty of this life, and we should be able to appreciate the main theme of life, its conflicting melody, and its final decision, as we would appreciate a grand symphony.

These circular movements are roughly the same in normal life, but the music must be played by the individual himself. In someone's soul, the dissonant key grows so large that it drowns out the formal tune, and if the dissonant key sounds too loud for the music to continue, then that person Shoot yourself, or jump into a river. This is because he lacks a good self-education, so that the original theme has been masked. On the contrary, a normal life will maintain a serious movement and procession, moving towards a normal goal. In many of us there is sometimes too much tremor or agitation that it is harsh to hear; perhaps we should have some that flow slowly and forever to the sea .

A person has childhood, adulthood, and old age, and I don't think anyone would find it unsatisfactory. One day has morning, noon, and sunset, and one year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way. There is no good or bad in life, only the question of "what is good in that season". If we live according to the seasons with this biological conception of life, then no one but arrogant nerds and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed lived like a poem past. Shakespeare expressed this idea very clearly in the section on the Seven Stages of His Life, and many Chinese writers have said something similar. It is strange that Shakespeare did not become religious, nor did he show great concern for religion. I think that's what makes him great; he sees life as life, he doesn't disturb the arrangement and organization of everything in the world, just as he doesn't disturb the characters in his plays. Shakespeare's resemblance to nature itself is our greatest tribute to a writer or thinker. He just lived in the world, observed people and finally left.

I thought that from a biological point of view, life reads almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and rhythm, and its inner cycle of growth and decay. It begins with an innocent childhood, followed by a crude youth, a crude attempt to adjust to a mature society, with youthful enthusiasm and foolishness, ideals and ambitions; then it reaches a vigorous adulthood , profit from experience, and more experience from society and human nature; in middle age, the tension is slightly lessened, and the character is mature, as mature as fruit or good wine. Life has gradually taken on a more tolerant, cynical, and at the same time kinder attitude; later on, when old age comes, when the endocrine glands reduce their activity, and if we have a true philosophical conception of old age, and follow this If we use this concept to adjust our way of life, then, in our minds, this period is a period of peace, stability, leisure and contentment; in the end, the fire of life is extinguished, and a person sleeps forever and never wakes up. We should be able to experience the rhythmic beauty of this life, and we should be able to appreciate the main theme of life, its conflicting melody, and its final decision, as we would appreciate a grand symphony.

These circular movements are roughly the same in normal life, but the music must be played by the individual himself. In someone's soul, the dissonant key grows so large that it drowns out the formal tune, and if the dissonant key sounds too loud for the music to continue, then that person Shoot yourself, or jump into a river. This is because he lacks a good self-education, so that the original theme has been masked. On the contrary, a normal life will maintain a serious movement and procession, moving towards a normal goal. In many of us there is sometimes too much tremor or agitation that it is harsh to hear; perhaps we should have some that flow slowly and forever to the sea .

A person has childhood, adulthood, and old age, and I don't think anyone would find it unsatisfactory. One day has morning, noon, and sunset, and one year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way. There is no good or bad in life, only the question of "what is good in that season". If we live according to the seasons with this biological conception of life, then no one but arrogant nerds and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed lived like a poem past. Shakespeare expressed this idea very clearly in the section on the Seven Stages of His Life, and many Chinese writers have said something similar. It is strange that Shakespeare did not become religious, nor did he show great concern for religion. I think that's what makes him great; he sees life as life, he doesn't disturb the arrangement and organization of everything in the world, just as he doesn't disturb the characters in his plays. Shakespeare's resemblance to nature itself is our greatest tribute to a writer or thinker. He just lived in the world, observed people and finally left.