In your world, only you are the protagonist, heaven in your heart only belongs to you. The stars form the dome; the leaves of grass bring a trace of indispensable greenness; you are the only yourself.
As soon as I read and look, I am at a loss, and there is no time to resist the wind and rain. Ordinary as you, even if it is a blade of grass, even if you are just a drop of dew on that blade of grass, there is a colorful light that shines through in the early morning. What about ordinary? What about a smile? Everyone has their own paradise. Don't those who feel small feel themselves from their own point of view? So can he say he's small? If you have your own thinking and self-awareness, how can you talk about the word small? One night 500 years ago, colorful lights flashed in the central square of Brussels, Belgium, and people all over the country ran out to dance to celebrate their defeat of foreign invaders. Just when the people were celebrating the victory, the enemy sent a bad guy to sneak into the basement of the municipal government to do damage. The basement was full of explosives enough to blow up the whole city. He connected it with a fuse and hurriedly slipped away as soon as it was ignited. Just then, a little boy playing in the yard found a spark. In a hurry, he came up with a good way to pee on the fuse. A disaster did not happen, and people were very positive about his performance, and a bronze statue of the boy was made in the square to commemorate him. We are small, to the world is a grain of dust, but we are all of ourselves, even if we are small, will deduce a valuable segment, blooming dazzling brilliance.
A moment frivolous, a thought of heaven, right and wrong, not as much as your desire. Even if you are a star, even if you are a great man, even if you are a person related to the world, important people, what can you do? But in the blink of an eye, "Jiangshan generation of talented people, each led for hundreds of years." What about owning the world? There is nothing in the eyes, and there are three thousand highways to the same destination, no one is nobler than the other. People are born doomed to die, no matter how much we struggle to find a comfortable place to die, blink of an eye for a hundred years, the vicissitudes of life, vicissitudes of life, the stars change, let your princes, famous officials and ministers, not just flashy in the end? Napoleon of France in the Middle Ages, who dominated Europe, was once famous, but he was not defeated by Waterloo in the end. Kublai Khan, the Mongol Iron Horse swept across Asia, could not be defeated after all, and he did not eventually return to the prairie. He was like Bodhi in the Central Plains. Buddha said: a flower, a world, a tree, a floating life, a grass hall, a leaf, a sand, a pure land, a smile, a fate, a thought of heaven. Longing in the eyes, there is no time to release.
"I think the merit of a blade of grass is as good as the movement of the stars." Whitman once said, affirm your self-worth. God, want us to support ourselves, the earth, want us to step on, affirm ourselves, to know that the mountain of ten thousand Zhangshan collapses with a stone, the temple of all generations is broken and destroyed, to know that I am me, the ordinary in their eyes, is your heaven.
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