Xinyu wish
Editor's Note: Earth is passing through eternity, it kept rotating in time, turn around the lives of the Master on the Earth less one day. Thus, Ai Sisuo people have a philosophy of life make sense? That time, the money, those who love, those happy, those emotions, in the end is real or unreal? Who in the end after? Zhuangzi said to each other, than forget themselves in the rivers and lakes. Life in the end what is the true? Of the article, just a woman's retreat it? How many metaphysical topics presented here, the thought of life beyond the ordinary. The dialectical thinking, philosophy of life is ... ...
(A)
Time like water, to go quietly, time again to the end of time to think about this year's flow away from the rush around the heart can not help but also feel, a lot of emotion. Age does creep up, can not help but sigh myself slowly getting older, lack of text is also former passion. A friend asked me why I'm posting a long time not seen. Indeed, I really did not write the text a long time. Recently, work busy, tie him with all kinds of trivia, the less the concern of literary friends and also indifferent to the enthusiasm of the text. Tonight, when I open my collected works, this collection of essays found himself a long time not updated. At this moment, suddenly felt ashamed.
Long time did not write the text, and not want to write, but not the true sense of spiritual tranquility. With the topic obviously, but just do not know how to write. Write delete, delete write, and this kind of repeated again and again, his heart at a loss, I feel really inspired by the text has been exhausted, could not have had a coherent feeling. Try to keep yourself quiet, more so the more we can not be quiet. Is busy, is lazy, is the inspiration dried up, or really want to alienate the text? Excuses himself again and again, again and again to forgive myself, and finally, I have to admit: I really was getting lazy it!
Sat quietly, the room was silent, only that the wall clock to work tirelessly with dee dee da. Abandon the concept of some feminine affectation of time to put aside some of the helplessness of complicated things. Suddenly, the anxious heart, never had been a kind of calm. Text is not my life. The text has been exhausted face increasingly indifferent words of inspiration and passion, the reason I can only comfort themselves that, so that his impetuous and anxious state of mind can be adjusted.
Perhaps the day will dull the enthusiasm of people to spend, the time may perhaps be easy to become lazy. Perhaps, this phenomenon is only temporary, because I always loved writing, like writing, is inseparable from the text.
(B)
Hustle and bustle of city living in a day is not only facing the bustling markets, towering buildings, there are noisy people to drive to. Those familiar and unfamiliar landscape have become a road, a field in the past. Accustomed to this landscape and see it; accustomed to this in the past, forget it.
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