The rain slowly stopped, and the bleak autumn wind blew through, blowing away the golden maple leaves, and a little bit of tears, drifting away into the distance, turned into a piece of clouds. Lost heart, chasing with Xiao Ran autumn wind, nowhere to find! Landing, dusting. Who, when, look up at the genius to see the rainbow, look back at the wind and not see the sand; perhaps the water is long to the east, things are human; maybe the edge of the shoulders, look back has passed! Maybe I am too fanciful and forget that I am not a god; maybe I am too obsessed and forget to be in the sky. I am not a god but I want the gods to move, and things are in heaven but I believe in heaven. Look for a piece of pure soil, a blue flower, instead of the sky. I hope that the four seasons will be free, and the flowers will bloom brightly; I hope that the autumn wind will be like a song! Do you disdain the coconut palms of the southern countries because of the love of the snow in the North? Will you deny the beauty of the northwestern ‘south of the desert Knock off cartier jewelry, the long river and the sun’ because of the indulging in the small bridges and the white walls of the south of the Yangtze River? Would you rather mind Lin Daiyu’s ‘making a temper’ without looking at the classic ‘Dream of Red Mansions’? Are you tired of ‘dull and boring’ classical music because of pop music? – Ancient Greek philosophers once said that human beings are emotional animals. Therefore, in dealing with the world, emotional closeness, love and hatred often affect the perception of people and things. I believe that everyone will have a balance in their hearts and have their own standards to measure everything around them.
Feelings are like the weight of one end of the balance. It is especially important to choose what to measure. In my opinion, morality, reason, responsibility, belief, etc. are all important. The key is whether the measure you choose can benefit neither your own benefit nor the interests of others. The earth has mountains and valleys, and the world is noble and humble. The world is full of smoke and fog of the seven passions, all the affection, friendship, feelings… as if the wind in all directions envelopes the world of smoke. Standing in the heavens and the earth, who can get rid of the red dust, who can put aside all the custom? How many people in ancient and modern China and abroad can cross the emotional smoke? Like Zhuangzi’s open-mindedness and ease? Is loyalty and patriotism like Qu Yuan? Although Zhuangzi can be friends with Kuangpeng and can penetrate the realm of the world, he is not able to escape the turmoil of the world. Qu Yuan put everything down and loyal to the country, but went to the Qingliu to preserve his innocence. Both Zhuangzi and Qu Yuan put themselves in the vast expanse of the outer universe, but I don’t know that on the day of his birth, the dust on the earth has put them on the mark of humanity. Therefore, no matter how to look down on the universe, it is with the emotional tie, as if there are countless lines on the ground involved in various organs, how can you open this layer of smoke?