At first, the black line touched the water, then rose higher and higher, across the bay, connecting a land to the south. I looked across the land, and there was a city. The dense pile of tall buildings looks like an obtrusive myth between the long bay and the headland. There was once a beautiful song about this city. The song begins by telling you: If you're going to the city, don't forget to wear some flowers in your hair. It's always hard to forget the songs you sang when you were young. When I was young, it was easy to believe that a city with flowers must be beautiful. What is beauty, after all? Is beauty a dream that never grows old in the heart? What do we dream of? What did we dream of? I sat at my window looking across a wide bay at the city I had dreamed of; Through the years, back to see the details of my dream. I don't know the details. All I remember is wanting to be free. What is freedom? It's not specific. Maybe like a pair of wings, can fly. Even in the most depraved weight of the body, still can by the freedom of the mind dream, fly lightly, fly over the city. If my hometown is too heavy for my soul, I will wear flowers in my head and wander far away in search of a place where I can fly. I dreamed of a city where people wore flowers in their hair. They hug and kiss each other in the street, they smile kindly to each other, they lean on each other in sad times. I dream of freedom, not only political freedom, not only economic freedom. Perhaps, what I dream of is the freedom of sociology, the freedom of ethics, the freedom of liberation from all the artificial restrictions of norms! Only after so many years did I begin to realize that the freedom I dreamed of was actually aesthetic freedom. Political freedom brings people out of prison. Economic freedom makes people walk out of poverty and hunger. Social freedom makes people walk out of class. Ethical freedom enables people to walk out from the taboos of religious families. However, I am not free. My mind can be my own prison. We may have food and clothing, but the soul is poor. I don't see true equality in a classless society. I can't explain it. After every ethical revolution, new authorities and taboos are established. 'They're not beautiful! I saw an old man in the street today. He was holding a sign with a few lines against the war on it. He criticizes war, his government, his country, politicians and bureaucrats, vulgar and greedy plutocrats. People hurried by or stopped to listen. I noticed that the old man wore a red flower on his thin white hair.

In the beginning, gods lived on Earth just like us, and they kept interfering in human exploration until we told them to shut up and become gods. Then it took us thousands of years to find the God within. Now, instead, it is we who keep interfering with our own exploration of the Earth, destroying everything we need with our own hands, and continuing to lust after what is not ours, until we are finally speechless and return to the destiny we know but have been running from: Knowing that praise is not the purpose of doing good, and fear is not an excuse for doing bad. Knowing that with every breath we take we breathe the sky, and that every step within us connects to the sea. When the brain no longer insists that it is a thinker, it can transcend itself and gain true knowledge. If we can leverage these states and let the sky and the sea and all the world beyond us help us and guide us, the rewards will be profound. At the end of the day, there is only one story unfolding. Each of our lives is but one sentence in this story. To love is the art of letting go of the desire to be the protagonist of a story; Listening is the art of connecting all the stories you hear. When the story is strung together, the light within us is turned on. That is the key core light. Enjoying that light bath, we were born again. Knowing that with every breath we take we breathe the sky, and that every step within us connects to the sea. When the brain no longer insists that it is a thinker, it can transcend itself and gain true knowledge. When we stand face to face with life or death, history loses its meaning -- both personal and world history -- because our hearts are eager to make friends with "liv

e." I learned this when I was 62 years old, sitting by my mother's side outside the emergency room where my father was rescuing her. My mother and I had not seen each other for 17 years, and there was a deep rift between us. But as soon as her lips began to tremble, I put aside all the animosity between us and put my hand gently on her back. My heart once like wearing beads, one by one accumulated resentment of my mother, did not solve but I did not indulge in them. Seems to be waiting for such a moment -- a moment I can't foresee, but when they are in this moment, but suddenly found that their own heavy heart can put everything down gently, become light. My father was on his deathbed. He could have died at any moment, or it could have taken months. He was juggling the worlds of life and death. His 93-year-old father had suffered a stroke. It's not paralyzed, but it's very weak. Then he came down with a cold that caused pulmonary edema. At that time, his lung had just been cured and he could not go home, lying in bed under observation. The question now is which home he will return to. I was tired of watching him being pulled from the brink of death over and over again. The sleeping father, wearing an oxygen mask, used all his strength for every breath. I held his hand and watched his shrinking chest breathe in less and out more with each breath. At that time, I realized that in the first half of our lives, we breathe in more and breathe out less, and in the second half of our lives, we breathe in less and breathe out more. At this point, Donmalek would add, appropriately, "Until that last exhalation is resignation." I sank my strained shoulders and went back to my story with this dear man. We've been seeing each other once a month for the past six years, just to be there for each other as long as we live. Don, the oldest of our brothers, is 75, and we are very close and deeply committed to each other. By this time Don was talking about his own mortality, trying to let go of it all and slow down the rate at which he breathed in. "There is nothing worth it," he said, staring gravely into the distance, "but to follow and live." Between us, there have often been moments of such insight. We would dive into the depths of life, and there we would be revealed, silent and honest together, and every now and then the wisdom that sprang from the depths of life would bite, and there would be insights between us leaping like fish on the deck. That's how it is now. We stare at this sudden insight, as if to say that no matter what we dream, what we plan, or what we think we're accomplishing, what we crave most is the feeling of being alive -- fully immersed in the moment, warts and all. Having enjoyed the intellectual feast that Don has thrown at me, I'm going to continue with my story, because it's all connected. In traveling with my father, who was traveling between the two worlds of life and death, I discovered another truth, which is that love allows us to cross both worlds without having to cross them ourselves. It was my love for him, my brother's love for him, that kept us swimming beside him, pushing bravely until the very end. The experience, however, changes us. Regardless of our relationship with our parents, the death of a parent is a major change in life circumstances, like the first time we fall in love, the first time we lose love, or the first time we realize that all thoughts are foreign, or the memory that there is no gap between us and life itself. I was beginning to feel that I was entering a new realm of life. We are so patient, no matter how great our goal or what grand plan, it is in the complex work quietly waiting for that rare opening moment that can gently put all the past behind us, and I also realize that that is the moment when we really live. When I finally fell silent, the five of us felt the heavy air, and George said, "This is not good." Don smiled and said, "I hope after I die, you can have a happy party and tell my story." We looked at each other and smiled. On the drive home, I couldn't help but remember my father asleep, just like his mother. I remember holding my grandmother's hand as she napped in her wheelchair 25 years ago. That tender moment was a privilege I had all to myself. I looked out into the snow by the road and whispered, "Grandma, your son is coming. Please help him make this transition easier." On the last morning I spent with my father, he pressed my hand again and again. I used to hold Susan's hand like this when I was watching TV or a movie. What's going on? I never even knew my father had this habit. We never talked about it. Such a small action to connect us, how wonderful.

Another key contradiction: love and suffering. Our spirituality and humanity are part of a larger entity, the wholeness of life. To delve deeper into the totality of life, start here. In the sea of life, love and suffering are inextricably linked, and we can only pray that love will save us before the bitter waters suffocate us. The inexorable arrangement of life as a whole is God's or the mysterious universe's (whatever word you use) way of ensuring that we can stay together because life is challenging and we need each other's company. Only when we embrace life fully will life lead us to that constant stream of life. It is the irregular dynamic integration of life that breeds the resilience of life. Separate life from life, life loses its mystery, vitality will wither away. The hard part about embracing life fully is that we don't know whether each bite will contain more love or more suffering. If we have more pain than love, we need each other's support to get through it. And if all we're eating is sweet love, we need a reminder to keep our feet on the ground. Life seems to be deliberate, so full of challenges, no one can survive alone. In this way, human beings must depend on each other. This, too, seems to be a requirement of experience: to experience life fully, we need to be nurturing and open to each other. Since each of us is a part of the whole of life, one of the challenges of being human is to live our small lives while still appreciating the whole of life. Endless practice means that when we are immersed in our feelings, we do not lose our connection to the other beings who exist outside the experience. We often slide either one way or the other: denying our own feelings in order to maintain a solid connection to all beings, or being uprooted by our own strong feelings and losing our broader perspective. The real awakening is to take care of both sides and do your best all the time. Let me share with you two stories. I once taught a class in a beautiful, remote place, and the students had traveled thousands of miles to get here. At lunchtime on the first day, a good-looking man approached and introduced himself as a Marine biologist. In my morning lecture, I used an analogy about fish, and he was so excited that he told me point-blank that my analogy about fish was dead wrong. I sensed at once that his impetuous expression was not merely a challenge to the science of my fish metaphor, but a rebuke to me personally. I bent down and looked him straight in the eye, and I could tell that he must have been drawn to my class by something, and he must have known that I was only speaking metaphorically, and that through metaphor I was trying to convey a sense of awe at the mystery and the insoluble contradiction. I could see in his eyes that he was trying to get out of his scientific world, but he was having a hard time adjusting, and instead of asking for help, he was fighting. Although I found him rude, I didn't want to fight back against his sharp words, and I could feel more deeply that the argument itself was a tug of war between his own way of thinking and his attraction to explore new ways of thinking. So I switched gears and said, "Oh, you're a Marine biologist. Please tell me more about fish." At this, he relaxed a little and began to share his knowledge with me. He also gradually felt a sense of security in this strange place. When he finished, I thanked him and said, "One thing you need to realize is that no matter how inappropriate the metaphor I use, the truth of the metaphor does not diminish. I invite you to reflect on whether what I have to say makes you uncomfortable." It was clear that he had been challenged, and an argument he needed to have with himself had almost been turned into an argument with me. I think it's a mentor's job to return an internal debate to a student who is struggling with self-growth, and it's not an easy exchange. Although I was able to move past his disdain for my metaphors and his anger at the need to change my way of thinking, I felt uncomfortable inside. At lunchtime, I called my wife Susan, thousands of miles away, and exploded: "I just met this guy. You have no idea how stupid he is." Obviously, he's not an idiot. He went all the way to take a course that helped him grow personally. What I'm trying to say here is that while I acknowledge and accept my students' struggles, I also need to acknowledge my own feelings, which are both real. What I learned in that moment was that as I felt the full river of life rushing me forward, I also needed to respect my own feelings. The second example comes from my personal life. My father spent the last eight months of his life being treated in various hospitals and care centers, and I often flew to visit him. One time when I arrived, he was sleeping and my brother told me that he had been beaten to death, so I sat down by his bed. When he came to, he couldn't recognize me, which he had never done before. I was suddenly stimulated. My own father stared at me as if I were a stranger, and I felt a strange feeling of being removed. My heart sank and I thought, this is how I'm afraid I'll feel after he's gone. I held his hand and tried to help him remember, "Dad, I'm Mark. I'm your son." He looked at me like an old miner trapped in a mine and said, "Oh, am I still here? Are you here to help me?" My heart plunged into an abyss, but I also realized that the least I could do was be a kind stranger. Instead of trying to help him remember me, I moved closer and introduced myself to my father for the first time in my life, saying, "Hello, I'm Mark. I'm here to help you. I'm here for you. How are you feeling today?" His eyes softened as he squeezed my hand and thanked my company. Then he looked away from my face, as if to say, no one can save me from here, no one.

"Touch fragments" can be closely integrated with oneself, slowly become a part of oneself, and eventually weave a cognitive network of their own. The essence of a system is to use a unique perspective to integrate some scattered, independent knowledge, concepts or ideas into methods and skills to cope with the world. When we take a closer look, we will find that everyone's cognitive system is different. Experts also constantly collect the information that touches them in the field according to their own concerns, and then process and integrate it to form a unique cognitive system. So, we're also trying to build unique cognitive systems. This is the truth of building a personal cognitive system: breaking up each other's cognitive system, taking only the most touching points or pieces, and then stitching them together into your own cognitive network. When we think about this, we can understand why we can read some good books and enroll in some high-end classes, but we can't make the changes we imagined. Because those book lists, those course Outlines, although permeated with the fragrance of the system, but they may not be closely aligned with their own cognition and needs, learn and use. With this knowledge, we won't get caught up in systems and feel guilty if we finish a book and don't remember everything in it. With the continuous improvement of our cognitive system, the knowledge that used to be far away from us will become relatively close and can touch us again. Therefore, it is not terrible to give up some knowledge temporarily.

As long as we keep learning, we won't lose anything. From this perspective, we have been able to break form and learn from everything -- as long as learning things that touch us and solve real problems, whether it is reading books, taking classes, self-reflection or talking to people, these are all ways to grow closer to ourselves. This way of growing is not only efficient, but also very "down to earth" and can even eliminate the anxiety of learning. With the touch, the opportunity to learn will come! Touch is the best filter Our subconscious perceptual ability can be used as a filter for learning - through emotional touch, identify the content most closely aligned with our own needs. By sticking to them, you can stay on the edge of your comfort zone, learn effectively, and improve quickly. So far, no one seems to have generalized this method, so I have named it "touching learning method". Through the use of "touch learning", I have also gained great benefits, using it to read, reflect, build a personal cognitive system, the effect is very significant. I recommend daily reflection for anyone who wants to grow, because it can improve their awareness of the details of life and prevent the days from rushing by like water with nothing left behind. However, unlike a regular journal, daily reflection isn't about keeping a running tally. It's about noticing the things that touch you the most each day, whether it's a good inspiration or a bad experience, and writing them down in as much detail as possible. If a trigger can be transformed into a cognitive crystal, the quality and density of our lives will far exceed those of those who do not reflect. Touch is the best filter to protect us from the torrent of information in our lives and to walk the earth with ease and dignity.

How do you tell if someone is good? If a person has a body of knowledge that can solve their own problems, he must be a good person. For example, Charlie Munger, regarded as the greatest investment thinker of our time, is said to have hundreds of mental models to deal with various problems in investment judgment; Another example is Ray Dalio, the founder of Bridgewater Foundation. His knowledge system contains more than 500 principles of life and work, and his book Principles is also more than 500 pages long. Of course, there are many famous executives, political leaders, book authors, super-achievers, and so on. That body of knowledge is what makes them successful. If we can borrow their body of knowledge, can we also move up quickly? That's a good idea. Therefore, the knowledge system of learning masters has become a popular way of learning: some people are keen to talk about the concept, mouth is a certain model, as if they know these have a complete knowledge system; Some are relatively diligent, reading books, drawing mind maps, and rejoicing in their ability to put together a "perfect" framework. Some people are so knowledgeable about other people's systems of knowledge that they can even integrate them, feeling like they've seen through everything. Just good to good, reality to reality. After some tossing and turning, they found that they were still plagued with problems and rarely made progress. Except for knowing, everything went on as usual. Finally, they had to put the reason down to this: It is difficult to build a knowledge system, and their current accumulation is not enough, so they will try again after learning more knowledge... In fact, it's so simple to build a personal knowledge system that you may not believe it, but after I say it, you'll know I'm not bragging. After all, it is not only backed by rigorous science, but also by my own practice. Now, let's rub our hands together and start the journey of building a different personal knowledge system. If you look closely at the title of this section, you'll see that I didn't actually write "system of knowledge," but "system of cognition." "Knowledge" and "cognition" are different in my eyes. How can I express this difference? I want to borrow a passage from teacher Wan Weigang. Exam got high marks, not called knowledge; After dinner can talk, this is not called knowledge. In these situations, knowledge is useful, but it doesn't have much to do with specific gains or losses, so it's just mind games. It is only when the situation is uncertain, when no one is telling you what to do, and when bad judgment can lead to bad consequences, that you are knowledgeable enough to dare to take an idea. Note that this is not to say that practical knowledge is knowledge, but rather that knowledge is your knowledge only if it helps you make practical decisions. This explanation moved me deeply because it broke people's stereotype of knowledge. In the previous concept of many people (including myself), knowledge is the concepts, formulas, principles, cases, principles, and so on in books, which are systematic. At that time, we believed at least two things: first, the academic system of knowledge was certain, universal, and available for all to learn and refer to; Second, excellent students or famous teachers must master the knowledge system or framework, see the panorama of knowledge, so they can be more than skilled, so reference to their knowledge system is to take a shortcut. There is so little to refute these two views in the school years that people form a habit of thinking, and in the exploration of their own system of knowledge, they continue this idea without thinking: just find the most authoritative and certain cognitive system to learn and copy. If there is such an idea, it means that we have confused "knowledge" and "cognition", which directly leads to many people taking "finding the optimal cognitive system and learning comprehensively" as the standard, ignoring the difference between other people's cognitive system and their own actual needs, because the purpose of personal growth is no longer "knowing and understanding", but "judging and choosing". As Wan Wei Steel said, the real knowledge is not that you know it, but that you can use it to help you make the right judgment and choice, to solve practical problems. This is the important difference between "academic knowledge system" and "personal knowledge system". Therefore, in the field of personal growth, there is no optimal, most certain, the most authoritative cognitive system, only the most suitable for our current situation. In other words, knowledge does not necessarily give us cognitive ability, and cognitive ability must contain valid knowledge. This part of effective knowledge can help us judge, choose, act, change and solve practical problems, which is also the focus of this section. To avoid confusion, I will use "cognitive system" to refer to "knowledge system". Beginners are eager to have their own cognitive system because they only have fragmented information in their hands, which is difficult to integrate to cope with complex situations. Without awareness, they tend to confuse "learning knowledge" with "learning cognition" and treat other people's cognitive systems with the method of mastering academic knowledge. Therefore, they can't help but indulge in comprehensively mastering and copying others' systems, and even feel that their previous achievements may be wasted if they don't fully grasp each other's cognitive system. There are many people with such thoughts and worries, and they have a common feature is that they are very concerned about the integrity of the form. For example, when discussing reading methods with me, many readers would say that every time they finish reading a book, they would systematically comb out the author's knowledge framework, write reading notes, extract the essence, and draw a mind map. It seems that only by doing this can they mean that they have finished reading a book seriously. Then they ask me: "What mind map tools do you usually use? I often don't know how to answer this question, because I never draw mind maps when I read books, nor comb the author's knowledge framework deliberately. The only thing I have to do when I read is look for the trigger. I would mark the places that touched me, write a lot of thoughts in the margins that I could relate to, and when I finished the book, I would leave it for a few days and ask myself, "What touched me the most about this book?" This point can be a theory, a case, or even a sentence. As long as it really touches me and can make a real change in me, I think this book is worth it. As for the rest, I will forget it, and I don't feel pity at all. What does the author's knowledge and framework have to do with me? A lot of people know my reading method are very surprised, think this method is very unreliable, very wasteful: obviously there is a complete system to refer to, but only pick up a piece or a few pieces of debris, this is not close to the distance? Am I lying to them? If you're feeling that way, don't worry, because there's science behind it. According to the law of the Circle of competence, human abilities cannot be developed by leaps and bounds, but can only be expanded outward bit by bit on the existing basis, and the best area for expansion is at the edge of the comfort zone.

Despite the valleys, the cold, and the winds, the roots of the plants continue to grow and expand under the soil. It seems to be deliberately building up its energy. It's waiting for an opportunity. It is the day when the soil begins to warm a little, as if a wisp of spring breeze blows through, and their seemingly bare branches begin to struggle to produce strong new shoots, or to burrow out of the soil exciting new shoots. Gardeners know that their spring has arrived. As I go through the ups and downs of my life and my work, I have a little tip for happiness that I want to share with you. It is to learn to count the blessings in life -- the little lights that might go unnoticed. Today, we live in peace under the sun, we breathe, we have three meals a day, we have good jobs, and we have our families. Those seemingly very ordinary, but in fact the long flow of peace and joy, I think, is our life is given the full blessing.

Maybe now you are in the trough, as if you can't pull away from the darkness, but I want to say to you: the sun will still rise, the four seasons will still replace, spring will return to your side, it will never escape with winter. We just have to do one thing, that is to try to move forward, toward the benchmark hard to run. No one is complete, perfect, life is a hundred states, each kind of happiness is not the same, each person's life value is not the same. Just like in gardening, it is difficult for me to really master the habits of various plants and achieve mutual achievement in the run-in with nature without years of experience.

But I know that my achievements must be more than these, I firmly believe that whatever I do, sincerity, intentions, is very important to me. I believe that I live in this world, besides work, family, life, there must be a more important meaning worth my efforts, that is, I want to bring blessings to the people around me. This blessing can be my positive attitude towards things and difficulties, my pursuit of love and freedom, or my healing garden to be seen by others. In 2020, due to the impact of the epidemic, I stayed at home, because I had less access to the outside world, and more yearning for the beauty of nature. Suddenly, I became very interested in flowers and plants, and began to imagine my balcony garden, and it has been out of control. It's amazing how healing gardening can be. It doesn't require you to have a big garden and patio. A small balcony, or even a bright, airy windowsill, can let your family feel the vitality of the plant and be surprised by a small green bud that breaks through the ground!

It just requires you to be willing to pay for it. To plant a flower, we should water it, fertilize it, give it the best light conditions, in addition to the infinite yearning and love for it. The same goes for life and work. We need to know, what do I need? What do I want to be? And give it a lot of love. Learn to make friends with time while you are young. Don't rush, but don't waste time. In a disciplined life, enjoy real freedom. No matter what role we are in, we should focus on the present and actively plan for the future. Ten years ago, my husband and I were studying in the same university. When we met in our sophomore year, it was the best time of youth. Now we laugh and remember that we really gained a wonderful family, a group of trusted, good friends, a few small skills to adapt to the environment, and, what else? My husband and I smiled at each other and said, "We really should have studied harder." To do what a college student should do, do our duty, write every paper, prepare for every exam, participate in activities and internship related to future career, establish contact with alumni and teachers, enrich their professional knowledge, find out their career goals, and strive for it, because at that time, even if the failure does not matter. Under the premise of self-discipline, we should enjoy the happiness that we should have at that age, which is the real freedom of the heart. Such freedom is not equal to laissez-faire, and we cannot afford the consequences of laissez-faire.

But don't worry. Until we find something we can do for the rest of our lives, we can set milestones for ourselves at different times. Just like me, I chose to get married right after graduation. After my daughter Mai Mai was born, I was once confused and worried that society would not recognize and be friendly to stay-at-home mothers. At that time, there seemed to be no place for self-worth except children and family. However, I am very grateful. With the support of my family, I quickly adjusted my mind and found myself again. I am still the same, just because the environment and all aspects of the conditions change, at the present stage, I need to play the role of a good mother. I need to let go of things for a while and keep looking forward to the possibilities of the future. Temporarily put down, does not mean lost the opportunity to pursue oneself. Because in addition to being a mom, I want my daughter to know that everyone is an individual and that we are worth pursuing what we want for ourselves. I began to read parenting books and began to learn about vlog[illustration]. In two months of parenting by day and learning to edit by night, I found a window into becoming a family parenting vlogger. At the same time, I found that in the early stage of the development of video "we media", the content of the categories of mother and child is not young enough, and the video quality needs to be improved. Therefore, I want to create an account that is close to the thinking and heart of young mothers to share the scientific parenting methods I have summarized, including my natural birth diary and monthly records, and then pass on my husband and wife concept and values of building a beautiful family. When my videos helped new moms who were just as lost as I was, I rediscovered my sense of self-worth. In summary, I still have many shortcomings in this process. For example, because my child is still young, my early update speed is very slow; Because I didn't know enough about video shooting, I took a lot of detours in choosing equipment. Some too professional stabilizer, lens, in fact, for me temporarily is not the most needed. Most of my videos were shot with my children. Because the equipment was too heavy, Mai Dad and I were both very tired, so my updating speed was not improved, and my judgment on the direction of the content was also affected. Content is what makes an account. Later, as Mai Mai grew older, I no longer shared the original topics about parenting and newborns. The change in my family life has directly affected my content output. So I thought, I need a transformation, a natural and suitable transition, and can let me break the bottleneck. This time around, I posted a home gardening video on Little Red Book. Overnight, there were more than 10,000 likes. While I was still in a state of surprise and surprise, I began to receive private messages from people telling me about the beauty and healing of the little garden, telling me about the difficulties in their lives, loving my positivity and optimism, and thanking me for the happiness I had brought to them.

Judgment, as an irresistible impulse, refers to people subjectively categorize people, things, and objects in order to affirm, confirm, and validate their own beliefs or opinions. Judgment may seem like a very important and practical skill that can help us cope with the ups and downs of life, but in reality it has no basis at all, and is based solely on our own lack, dissatisfaction, or emptiness. The way we rank everything also stems from a lack of self-worth. The reason we want to judge others and fail to see them all as loving beings is because we are unhappy and unfulfilled inside. It follows that judgment is a misleading and insightful energy that is responsible for any conflict and dissension in the world. The opposite is awareness, through which we realize that everything, everything and everyone is an integral part of the chessboard of life. Before I see all this, my heart is often filled with sadness. I didn't realize that I was always dividing everything into good and bad. However, flaws and inadequacies are a necessary and beneficial part of personal growth. Once we realize this, the urge to judge others is gone. Once I fully accepted myself, I no longer wanted to hide my "dark side" from anyone, including myself. As a result, I have become more patient with myself and have experienced an unprecedented amount of peace and serenity. My inner drive to be "better" was no longer so strong and urgent. I even fell in love with my "new" self. It was then that the shackles of self-imprisonment were broken and I felt truly free for the first time. I suddenly understood why I was constantly judging others, and I was grateful that I had fulfilled this role so well, because otherwise I would not have felt the freedom I feel now. At the same time, I sincerely thank those who have denied and criticized me in various ways. My parents, teachers and former lovers have all taught me what it feels like to be judged, and how I react and defend myself. By absorbing and practicing the contents of this book, my brain was able to "reorganize" and begin the new life of my dreams. At the same time, my view of the world has changed dramatically. There was no distinction in my mind between good and bad, right and wrong. I began to take off my judgment glasses. When I began to acknowledge that everything about me was important and that everything was good for me, I finally realized that my relationships with others were, too. As a result, my desire to change the minds of others became less and less frequent, even those closest to me. Eventually, I let go of the expectations I had for myself. I happily enjoy the differences between my lover, my friend and me. I can clearly see that their strengths and weaknesses are valuable resources for their own growth and learning, and I can also benefit from them. Looking back, the "bad" experiences I've had along the way have helped me even more. Every time someone hurt me, betrayed me, or even broke my heart, I realized how important it is to keep trust. Sometimes, things always seem so painful and unfair, but when you think about it, if it wasn't for overcoming those obstacles, I would never have seen my potential, strength, will and heart. Once I accepted the part of myself that I had denied myself, I could no longer find a reason to deny anything or anyone outside me. I began to see that my friends were criticizing, being mean, being stubborn and giving up on love because their inner pain kept them from being the best they could be. When I love them with all my heart, they see themselves as worthy of love again and their emotional wounds heal automatically. And I began to understand why they were in my life.

When we feel insecure, fearful or dissatisfied, we want to judge. Lovers in love seem to embrace the whole world. It is happiness that allows them to cross the barrier of separation consciousness and feel the underlying unity of nature between all things. Even if this feeling of love only leads to a momentary sense of oneness, it shows that we are capable of bridging the gap between our outer world and our inner self. Looking at her newborn baby, a loving mother wondered what separation was. There is an invisible power of love between mother and child, which binds them together as one. But where does this sense of separation come from months or years later, when the mother is yelling or accusing at the child? Why do some mothers become suspicious and hostile towards their children? Why is it that couples who once swore to be together can no longer keep their promises? Where does the estrangement, the suspicion, the indifference that divides us come from? Why would we want to part with someone we once loved and were close to? The answers to these questions are both simple and complex. If we try to find an answer from a single cause, it is complicated, because behind each cause there is another reason. It seems that there are a lot of things we can blame ourselves for, such as an unhappy childhood, violent parents, abusive teachers, social constraints, economic downturns, etc. But in truth, these events are just a few of life's many troubles.

What all of these events have in common is that they are experiences of our separate consciousness (apart from the higher consciousness). For so long, dissociative consciousness has taken us away from our true selves, we have been searching for our true identities. Questions like "Who am I?" and "Why am I here?" have become almost cliches of the New Age movement. Even so, they are life topics that haunt everyone, even if some people don't realize it. There is an old proverb that tries to lead us to the answer we want. It consists of two questions. One, "Who am I". Please don't use a person's name, qualities or appearance, because these things are fleeting. The only meaningful answer is "what the true self is" (the true self), because the existence of the spirit does not die with the death of the external matter. What am I doing here? The answer is similar to the above: "Get back to yourself." In other words, we don't have to do anything to realize our self-worth or change the world, just be ourselves. We are all things because we are one with all things, but only when we enter higher consciousness can we feel this oneness and use it to serve the whole. Beyond that, nothing makes us truly satisfied. Most people describe themselves in terms of occupation, wealth, religion, political affiliation, age and gender. No one would think of describing themselves in terms of level of consciousness. Whenever we say "I am an artist", "I am smart", "I am a loser", "I am a winner", "I am your friend", "I love you", etc., we are separating ourselves from our "true self" (from oneness consciousness) and viewing ourselves and our character, wealth, feelings, love, etc., in a narrow light. Our sense of separation is so real that it's perverse not to see it that way. The feeling of being one with the people in the street, the flowers blooming in the field, the birds flying in the air, the clouds floating in the sky, the mighty earth under our feet, is more than we can imagine. In fact, this feeling does not come from a thought or concept, but from our higher consciousness. It is a state of being. Even the most remarkable and charismatic person or achievement in history is not enough to describe our "real selves". Although gold bracelets, gold rings and gold teeth may have different looks and uses, they are all made of the same material

: gold. The appearance and form of things often obscure their true nature, without their meaning or use, you can see the true nature of the gold. Let go of the roles and meanings that we or others have assigned to us, and the one that remains is our "real self." In this "letting go" process, you may initially feel afraid, even lost and lonely, but when we face and move beyond the fear of losing everything, when all the cause and effect is over, we gradually realize our fundamental connection to everything. When the illusion of separation and all the stereotypes and pain that come with it are gone, we achieve the ultimate freedom -- freedom. In order to rediscover our "true self," we must discard all beliefs that stem from our separate consciousness. All the unreal identities, including "I'm not good enough," "I'm afraid," "I'm angry," "I'm poor," "I'm rich," "I'm entitled," etc., apply only to the world of separate consciousness. They make no sense to our oneness.

It was a strange engagement. Romantic, but different from what the word used to mean in my life. In the past, "romance" and "trickery" were basically synonymous. Mark had no idea how to have such a relationship. When he was in third grade, he wrote a series of long, tangled love letters to several girls in his class. The boys stopped him in the playground, fished love letters out of his pockets and read them aloud on the monkey bars. But that didn't stop him from writing. His favorite girl that year was named Claudia, and he used his pocket money to buy her a shiny poster: a white unicorn in the foreground, with a castle and a rainbow in the background. When she shyly told him she couldn't accept it, he gave it to another girl. The girl said no, too, so he shrugged, took it home and hung it over his bed. He was fearless then, and he is fearless now. He never knew timidity, he never hid it, he never turned back once he started. When we first met, he let me see what he was like and never hid his intentions. As a result, our romance had new and different origins, and we were bound together by a common goal as an intimate group of two. I think it's something that was forged in boot camp or shared exile, even though we were banished to a fertile land. We wake up in the morning and go to bed at night talking about livestock, seeds, drainage, tools, or how to simplify chores, skip steps and save time. We are so tired. Sometimes, in the brief moments between going to bed and falling asleep, our fingers touch, and we jokingly call this farmer's love. I thought, if we're going to have a baby, it's going to be late winter, the longest night. I let my hair grow, not by choice, but because it was never a priority to make or keep a haircut appointment. I forgot to pluck my eyebrows, too. I hardly ever looked in the mirror.

Once I looked in the mirror and noticed that outdoor work had created wrinkles around my eyes that had eroded my face and made me red and freckled. I began to feel the weight of my skin on my eyebrows and the wrinkles in my face around my mouth. It all happened so quickly. I resisted a few times, plucking my eyebrows, moisturizing, exfoliating, and for a while mourning my old self, who had vanished into the ether. Then I slackened off and let it go. March is a tense and slightly dangerous time, like the border between two conflicting countries. It is not the wildness of winter that troubles you, nor the dampness of spring, but the absence of life in between. The weather was fickle, sometimes freezing at night, sometimes forty degrees Celsius, and the wind blew the tin roofs of the barns loose and the horses wild in the pastures. In the fields, the snow slowly recedes, ceding more territory to the mud each day. Beside the driveway, sharp piles of metal shards emerged from the thawed ground. In warm weather, the mud in front of the barn was deep enough to cover and trap our boots. The pitted mud became a menace. The melting snow revealed two small buildings that had crumbled to the ground under the weight of winter. We walked up and down, our feet shivering in our wet boots.

They are known for tolerating marginal pastures, for being easy to produce, for being good at raising young, and for eating grass rather than grain. Their extremely thick fur is also advantageous in the winter. In the cold spring rain, their fur is as waterproof as a sheep's. The disadvantage is that they grow very slowly, taking two years or more to grow to slaughter weight. Besides, these cattle are wild. As we were unloading them, a young bull mysteriously slipped through a very small gap between the trailer and the fence. He ran all over the farm, his mother snorting and trying to knock the door down. He was white and fluffy, just like a big sheep. We named him Willie. The seeds arrive on Tuesday, and the whole future farm is in this box. Of all the mysteries I had encountered on the farm, this one seemed the most profound.

It was hard for me to imagine how tons of food could grow out of a box so small and light that I could pick it up with one hand. Mark and I spent the last few nights poring over the seed catalog, which had arrived in the darkest week of winter and was stacked by the bed like a farmer's erotica. The glossy Johnny catalog, with its four-color compartments of computer-modified crops, is aimed, I'm sure, at farmers who like visual stimulation. And the cluttered Fedco catalog, which was just newsprint and line drawings but had a gorgeous description, was aimed at people like me, who like to work with words. If it were up to me, we would have planted every seed in the catalog that year. For the squash section alone, I've drawn a dozen interesting varieties, including Candy Roaster, Turk's Turban, Pink Banana, and Galeux d'Eysines, which, from a contextual perspective, It means "cobblestone decoration". The vanilla part is even more of a fan. How can you not order a pack of each? There's saltwort, sneezewort, motherwort, and Saint-John's-wort, plus mad-dog skullcap, which the article says is a folk remedy for rabies. It's only a dollar a pack. How can you go wrong? The whole trick of the seed catalogue is that they arrive in winter, anything is possible, the planting work is so far away that it's hard to see ahead of time. Luckily, Mark knew this and quietly pulled out my list and crumpled it up. So the seeds that arrive on our farms are basically edible crops, universally loved, of reasonable varieties, nothing that ends in "grass." We sorted the seeds to separate those that could be planted directly in the ground from those that needed to be grown in the conservatory for a few weeks earlier. We don't have a conservatory yet, but building one is on our list.

It's almost impossible to build a growth team like a product or technology team, where everyone has a lot of user growth experience and can form an echelon. When it comes to actually building a user growth team, many candidates claim to have done user growth on their resumes, but it's actually good for employers to find a few people with relatively rich user growth experience and practical experience, and it's even harder to hire people with their own methodology. Therefore, the user growth team members also need to be recruited from a diverse pool of candidates. When starting a user growth team, we want a candidate with a comprehensive background. Having worked in more than two jobs before is a plus, but in reality it's relatively hard to find such candidates. Then I came up with an alternative solution, which was to bring people from different backgrounds together to form a team, so that they could draw on each other's previous professional experience. While I'm open to user growth from different backgrounds, there's a bottom line: I won't hire anyone who doesn't have a data-driven philosophy and doesn't respect data. After putting these diverse candidates together, I found that people from different backgrounds face different challenges when it comes to grow

th. A product manager background may be advantageous for a user growth candidate, since many user growth features are very similar to product features. But I also saw a product manager background candidate when doing growth, there are two very big problems: (1) it is easy to put the project to make a simple functional growth projects, without fully considering the failure assumption, in the design of growth function logic, it is easy to ignore the compatible strategic growth projects, which leads to increase the flexibility of logic design is poorer; (2) Insufficient communication with BI in the early stage, and the analysis plan and data embedding point were not designed in advance. People with data analyst background have advantages in analyzing scheme design and data embedding, but they are not smooth in promoting the project and communicating with relevant personnel, which is easy to collapse, thus affecting the project implementation progress. People with strategic background are generally good at logic and are strong in the framework design of project schemes, but they still need to improve the control of details of HVA guidance logic. Another big problem for them is their lack of project implementation experience, which can easily lead to two problems: (1) they think they have thought clearly in the logical deduction, and it is easy to make hasty judgments on some things without practical experience or in-depth research; (2) In the process of pushing the project to the ground and getting the test results, it is easy to fall into some low state and get out of it. In other words, it is easy for them to design a solution with confidence and eagerness to push forward, but they are not as resilient when they encounter difficulties and setbacks. People from other backgrounds will also have a big challenge at some point in their transition to user growth. Past success makes us competitive in the workplace, but just like discontinuity in growth: if we continue to work in the same area (along the same curve), that experience is the key to success; If you're not working in the same area, such as moving from other jobs to user growth, you can only partially learn from the past. However, most of the time, people have a tendency to be path dependent, after all, past success is the most persuasive experience, but the past success may also become the reason for the present failure. Therefore, as the person in charge of a growth team, when building the team, I should see the influence of everyone's previous background on the subsequent work, and help team members make up for their weaknesses while letting them try their best to give full play to their strengths.

We probably don't need to find wild and unruly words from poets as evidence, we can further say that this is a certain inspiration that only women's talent can give, a certain source that can awaken creativity. I think as soon as he opened the door of the living room or nursery, he could see that she was surrounded by children, or there was a piece of embroidery on her knee - anyway, as the center of a completely different life order and system Women, let him see another world, and his world, perhaps that is the court or the House of Commons, is very different, and this difference immediately made him refreshing. And then, even if it is just a few words of gossip, there will naturally be differences of opinion, which can nourish his already dry mind. When he saw that she was also creating with tools different from his, his creativity became active, and unconsciously his barren mind began to make plans again. When he put on his hat and was going to go to find her, he had already seen the sentences or scenes that he could not think of. Every Johnson had his Slayer, who never gave up on her for all kinds of reasons. Later, Slayer married her Italian music teacher. Johnson was angry and resentful, and almost went mad, not only because his nights at Streitham had gone forever, but also because his light of life "seemed to burn out". And even if it is not Dr. Johnson, Goethe, Carlyle or Voltaire, we can still feel that women's complex nature and their highly developed creative power are so different from those of the great people. We walked into the room - but the use of English language must be exhausted, and fresh words must be rushed with wings at all costs, so that a woman can say what happened when she walked into the room.

The room is so different from the room, or quiet, or like thunder; Either facing the sea, or, on the contrary, facing the prison compound; Some were hung with clean clothes, and some were decorated with opal and silk fabrics; Some are as hard as horsehair, and some are as soft as wings - just walk into the street and enter any room, and the intricate feminine flavor will come to you. Where can there be other possibilities? For thousands of years, women have been sitting in the house. To this day, the walls of this room have been saturated with their creativity. In fact, those bricks, stones and mortar have been overwhelmed, so they can't help but resort to the power of writing, writing, painting, or going into business and politics. But the creativity of women is quite different from that of men. However, we must say that it is a pity if this creativity is blocked or wasted, because it has been won through centuries of severe repression, and nothing can replace it. If a woman writes like a man, lives like a man, and even looks like a man, it is a pity, because since men and women have their own shortcomings, and the world is so vast and rich, how can only one gender cope? Shouldn't education highlight differences and individuality instead of seeking common ground through differences?

She's my friend and we got along very well. That was thirty years ago when I was in middle school. We exchange each other as documents, which is probably equivalent to adults allowing others to see their own projects! I vaguely understand that her parents are not of the same class as mine, but who cares about that? We have been dating for a long time, but we have never been to each other's house. At that time, the time for girls to leave school and go home was determined by their parents, and there was no reason to go to a classmate's house to play. One day, presumably due to an exam, school was dismissed early—I finally went to her house to play. Her home is far from the school and is a military dependents village. In fact, my family is also a military dependents village, but the military dependents' villages are different. It looks like a ship's cabin, with a large horizontal row, cut into many small rooms like tofu cubes, and each small tofu is low and can only accommodate people. Don't have its warmth. Her parents were very old, she was the youngest daughter born late, and the older one married, she was the only daughter, and she was very favored, so I became a little guest. Her family may be considered a "rich person" in the military dependents' village, because they opened a small grocery store, and children would come to buy a bubblegum or a bottle of vinegar from time to time. It seemed that it was not yet time to eat, but for some reason, the second old man suddenly made up his mind to let us eat a bowl of noodles. They are bannermen, and they are especially nice when they speak politely, and they are especially righteous. The noodles are ready, it is sesame sauce noodles, only two bowls, the two old people do not eat. Her father was in charge of thinning and mixing the sesame paste—and serving it on the table, then he turned and walked away. His feet were not good, and he walked half a step forward.

Just as he turned around, I suddenly saw that he turned his back and slowly licked the remaining sesame paste on the tip of his chopsticks. Although he couldn't see the expression on his face, he intuitively knew that he was enjoying the aroma of a little sesame paste from the tip of the chopsticks. Just because of that kind of respect and prudence, people don't feel that it is shabby, and they only feel that they are watching a pious, respectful, almost religious ceremony. I don't know why, but such a picture has been preserved in my heart for a third of a century and cannot be forgotten.

"So what is the reading method of economy?" Lehua asked. "Okay, let me take this opportunity to talk to you about how to read. Dawen, clear your desk first, and keep many books on the bookshelf." Dawen started to organize the desk, and Lehua also helped Same food. After Ziyuan died, Uncle Mei came to help every year when he published books. Therefore, the books on the bookshelf are arranged by Uncle Mei, and they are placed in sequence according to the category, and each book has a certain rank. After Dawen's twitching, some have mistaken the part. Uncle Mei directed Dawen and Lehua, gave instructions on where a certain book should be placed, and told them about the general situation of the divisions. Mrs. Zhang came out with the moon cakes and saw that Uncle Mei was directing Dawen and others to clean up the books. The bookcase was no longer as cluttered as before. She smiled and said to Uncle Mei, "After all, you are an expert, and you have the power to speak. I have called Dawen many times. Don't take books indiscriminately, he always doesn't listen. The Zhang family has had several generations of nerds, don't Dawen will be a nerd in the future." "Don't worry, I'm going to talk to him." Uncle Mei comforted Mrs. Zhang. "Please teach him a lot." Mrs. Zhang went away. Dawen accompanies Meishu Lehua to eat moon cakes, and waits for Uncle Mei to speak; Lehua looks at Dawen's book case, which has been sorted out, and has the same expectation. Uncle Mei looked around the room, looked at it for a long time, pointed to a small bookcase, and said to Da Wenlehua: "You can free up the books in this small cabinet, put them on the bookshelf according to the categories just mentioned. They are all collections of words, which rack should they be placed in?"

Dawen merged the books in turn on the shelf where the collection of poems and essays were placed, freeing up some space, and Lehua helped to fold the books in the small cabinet to fill the space. Uncle Mei nodded and said, "Okay." He put the small bookcase on top of Dawen's bookcase, placed it against the wall, and said, "Dawen, use this cabinet as your bookshelf. Let me choose some readable ones for you. Put the book in." Only then did Dawen and Lehua know the reason why Uncle Mei asked them to free up the small bookcase, and anxiously waited for Uncle Mei to speak. Uncle Mei walked up and down in front of the bookshelf several times, and first took a "Ciyuan" to Da Wen and said: "The dictionary is the most important thing. You can check it at any time if you have any difficulties in reading. The "Student Dictionary" that you used to use There are only words, no words [illustration], maybe not enough for application. Put this book in the cabinet together with your commonly used "Student Dictionary". There are also "Kangxi Dictionary", "Jing Ji Compilation" and "Peiwen Yunfu" on the bookshelf. "The Dictionary of People's Names is also a book of this type, you can look it up when you need it in the future, but you don't have to keep it on your desk now." Lehua took the "Ciyuan" and put it in the small bookcase for the big text. Dawen followed Uncle Mei. Walking to the shelf where the novel books were placed, Uncle Mei stood up and said, "At your age, reading novels and stories is very suitable.

From Lehua's mouth, I know that you have read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" when you were a child. . Among our country's theories, there are also famous "Water Margin", "Mirror Flower", "School of Foreign Affairs", "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Old Can's Travels", all of which are on the shelf. First read "Old Can's Travels" or "Mirror Flower" You should also choose to read foreign novels and stories translated. There are Robinson Crusoe and Greek Mythology on this shelf, all of which are readable. You can choose one of them to read. After reading one, then Read the second book." "Let me read "The Mirror of Flowers" and "Robinson Crusoe" first, and lend "The Travels of the Old Man" and "Greek Mythology" to Lehua to read, and then exchange them after everyone has finished reading, okay? right?" Dawen said. Uncle Mei nodded and took the book off the shelf. Lehua happily took the book. Uncle Mei and Dawen went to the bookshelf where the poetry collections were placed, and pulled out a "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty" and said, "Aren't you reading Li Taibai's poetry collections? There are many collections of ancient poets, only the collections of Tang people. There are already quite a few, how can I read them all? Let’s first read “Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty”. The original three hundred poems in this book are all masterpieces by famous masters. Among them, there are ancient styles, rhythm poems, and quatrains. , you can read the quatrains first. There are words in addition to the poems, and the words may not be read. If you want to read them for the sake of common sense, you can read the "Baixiang Cipu". Here are a hundred nouns, one Hundreds of common and commonly used words. When you graduate from junior high school, you have read these well enough." Uncle Mei said, and took the "Baixiang Cipu" from the shelf and handed it over to "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty".

Leroy

For more than twenty years, I have never been in a barbershop. "Who will cut your hair then?" they asked. "My wife, Maran, takes a third of the package," I replied. "Has Malan studied haircuts?" they asked. "No. She made the first cut on my head," I replied. "Have you studied outside after the first cut?" they asked. "My head is her only school," I replied. "You said she took one-third of the package, so who's the other two-thirds?" they asked. "Myself." I replied. "You yourself? How do you cut it yourself?" they asked. "I feel my hair with my left hand and scissors with my right hand. When I touch it, it grows." I replied. The past twenty years have been precisely the years when I couldn't refuse all kinds of hospitality and had to frequently appear on TV. That is to say, the head cut by myself or Malan will face millions and millions of viewers in close-up almost every day! The question that confuses me is, why hasn't a viewer ever made any comments on my hairstyle and hairstyle? The answer was not found, but it made me pick up the scissors with more confidence. Such neglect of haircuts is not because I pretend to be unrestrained, but I have encountered a series of helpless situations. "Break the Hair and Sacrifice"

That night, I found the ordinary small scissors I carried with me in the small hotel where I was staying, and decided to cut my hair myself, because I have to be on camera tomorrow morning. Along the way, Malan was not around, so he could only do it himself. I hold the small scissors in my right hand and slide it through my hair, and as soon as I grab something in my left hand, it clicks. Immediately, he put a small lock of hair cut off on the manuscript paper at hand, just like a small cloud of dark clouds appeared in the bright white sky. Soon, the second and third dark clouds came again. Looking sideways, I think this metaphor is too big. In fact, the hair cut from this lock of hair is more like the residual ink painted by a brush. Yes, residual ink is more accurate than dark clouds. I am a calligraphy writer. I didn't carry a brush and inkstone along the way, but the "residual ink" was loaded on the top of my head. Thinking like this, I decided to sprinkle these "residual ink" on this terrifying and desolate desert, so I got up and turned off the light in the room, pulled the thick black window cloth, and opened the window. Here, any window with lights may attract shooting at any time. In the process of turning off the lights and opening the windows, I suddenly thought that in ancient China, "breaking one's hair and offering sacrifices" was a grand ceremony. At this moment, outside the window, there are still earthen and trenches. I use this to sacrifice the fall of the great ancient civilization and the rebellion of the thousand-year-old soul. I believe that before me, there will be no other Chinese who "broken their hair and sacrificed" in this land.

Malan is also unprofessional, and jokes a lot when she cuts her hair. Once she made a mistake and cut my sideburns too much, revealing a white scalp, which was very eye-catching. The worst thing is that I have to give a speech in the afternoon, what should I do? I first thought of painting it with ink. Malan said with a smile, what should I do if I sweat and the ink and sweat flow down together, leaving a few jet-black patterns on my face? Therefore, she thought of black shoe polish for leather shoes, put it on, and it will not flow down with sweat. The black shoe polish has not been used for a long time. I forgot where I put it. It was hard to find it, and it has dried up a bit. I tried to apply it, it was too thick and dark, and it was even more ugly, so I washed it off with laughter.

If the spring breeze is tangible, what should it look like? Should it be a palm? Brushing over the mountains and rivers, touching the top of the grass and trees, even the hibernating frogs and grass seeds in the soil are awakened. A gust of wind, another gust of wind, "The east wind will try a new knife and ruler, and thousands of leaves and thousands of flowers will cut it with one hand", such a verse seems to be too sharp to say the spring breeze; Flowers", this kind of verse again said the spring breeze like yeast; a touch of wind, another touch of wind, "the rolling shutter pavilion is in full swing, let the Zhangxi Mountain style style", this kind of verse again talks about the spring breeze too much Too lazy... I still think that Spring Breeze is diligent, at least diligent. Spring Breeze scratches open the glaciers with both hands and tickles the branches. The ticklish grass and trees can't help laughing. Thousands of flowers are in full bloom, and spring is laid out like this. The cold spring breeze always reminds people of the days of staying in an ancient dwelling in Suzhou. In the yard, the owner is ploughing her garden, and she is using her slender hands to make the soil noisy, saying that it is to make more The spring breeze melts into the soil, so that the soil can be exposed to the breath of spring in a larger area, and it will not be hardened. I think she is also massaging the land. Yes, it just rained all night, and the moss on the rocks in the Taihu Lake in the yard was green and green, only this green, a stone is worth a thousand miles of rivers and mountains. The magnolia flowers were blooming just right. The host picked a few pieces of magnolia flowers, mixed them with flour, and made fried magnolia slices. It is very comfortable, and it is worth drinking with a Biluochun in the spring.

In a tea garden in Huizhou, I was drinking tea and watching the green tea trees on the hills. The host treated me with freshly roasted green tea. I still remember the words he said. He said: "Tea is good, one is In the water, the second is in the earth, and the third is in the wind." What does it have to do with the wind? I am very puzzled. He smiled and said: "We local people believe that the taste of tea this season depends to a certain extent on whether the wind is gentle and moderate, and the spring breeze is gentle. The leaves of the tea have already been fried on the branches of the tea branches beforehand, which is without fireworks. To a certain extent, frying is more important than frying in a pot. This 'frying' determines the spring breath that tea absorbs..." I think this statement is credible, the spring breeze blowing , as if to awaken the fragrance of a leaf of tea, and then slowly bake it, just to increase the fragrance. I was reading in the yard and felt sleepy, so I put the book on the coffee table, and the spring breeze blew the pages of the book. Is Spring Breeze illiterate? I think it is the most literate, and it is easy to know Dongfeng noodles. We are not the east wind, why should we treat the belly of the great Confucianism with an illiterate heart? I have a habit. When I wake up, Chunfeng turns the book to a few pages, and I continue to read. For the few pages I skipped, Chunfeng just told me in my dream that Chunfeng entered my dream. Wandering in the depths of the old streets of my hometown, I found a sign in front of an old courtyard, which said "There is massage in the courtyard". I walked in and saw that a peach tree was in full bloom. Under the peach tree, there was a blind couple, pushing and holding their waists and shoulders. When the two were working, their faces were smiling, just like them. The peach tree on the top of the head.

These criticisms show that Confucianism and Moxie have different social backgrounds. Before Confucius, some well-educated and thoughtful people gave up their belief in gods and gods. For the lower classes, suspicion of ghosts usually occurs more slowly. Mozi held the view of the lower class. The first point of his opposition to Confucianism lies in this. The second and third points are also raised on this basis. As for the fourth point, it is irrelevant, because although Confucians often talk about "destiny", they are not referring to the kind of pre-determined destiny that Mozi attacked. This has been pointed out in the previous chapter, that in the Confucian view, life refers to things beyond the control of human beings. However, if he did his best, there was always something within his control. Therefore, only after man has done all that he can do for himself can he regard what is still to come as inevitable, and accept it calmly and helplessly. This is what Confucianism means by "knowing one's destiny".