You have to like something all your life, and it's best to be obsessed with it, so that you can always go on with great interest.
I used to like words like this: Love can't wake up.
Can't wake up, what a good state, strong affection, can't be diluted, hangover is hard to wake up, sunken, in love. One day I suddenly woke up, like a fog that dissipated in an instant, and the brightness was bright, but there was nothing left.
That sense of weightlessness and loss is not something that can be easily tolerated.
Life is a big dream, enlightenment understands what a good thing it is, there is attachment and attachment, there are stumbling burdens, in order to move forward painfully and happily.
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My colleague bought tulip bulbs, garlic cloves, and several people were busy looking for flower pots and digging the ground to plant them, watering and fertilizing, hoping that the flowers would bloom.
In four or five days, the seed germinated, growing taller little by little, and changing every day.
Ask a colleague how long it will take to bloom. "It's coming! Before the Chinese New Year. ”
It's good, it's good!
The days slipped by in the longing of waiting for the flowers to bloom.
It is full of green hope, but it is also a love that cannot wake up.
Sometimes I suddenly feel depressed and feel like I have nothing to love.
Eating out with a large table of people across from it. The leader of the person said while eating: "People, just live a spirit!"
Silently compared myself, my spirit should be in a state of collapse.
When I went back, I saw a pot of flowers that I raised, and the buds were full of branches, and they were about to open in a few days.
Hurry up and water it, fertilize it.
I still remember that in the summer, the plant had grown very tall, but somehow, suddenly wilted, and only two leaves were still alive.
It's a catastrophe.
Quickly bury the leaf in the soil and take care of it. Unexpectedly, it took root little by little, grew new branches and leaves, and grew little by little. Moreover, on the coldest days of winter, flower bones sprout and are about to bloom.
Growing up in difficulties, finding new hope in disappointments, and waiting for the flowers to bloom, my troubled mind was smoothed out little by little, and I gained spiritual strength.
Life is both short and long, and the more difficult and dangerous it is, the more forward it is. With the mood of waiting for the flowers to bloom, it is beautiful and precious to maintain the love for ordinary life.