Leave your personality to the constellations, your efforts to chicken soup, and your luck to koi, and then say to yourself - I have heard many truths, but I still cannot live this life well.
Lucky people are healed by childhood all their lives, and unfortunate people are healed by childhood all their lives. Those who are afraid of death are the luckiest, because if a person is not even afraid of death, then either the world has given up on this person, or this person
Gave up the whole world.
But even the hard work itself depends to a large extent on a lucky family environment. Gold coins can solve 99% of things, which is enough.
Nothing can last forever. On the road of life, it is a kind of luck if someone is willing to accompany you for a journey. But when that person is leaving, there is no need to be sad, because no one can accompany someone to the end of life. So even if the other person is leaving, there is no need to be sad.
Even if you want to leave, you must wave goodbye with a smile. You must know that the journey of life must be completed alone.
How different is the world between people? One person seems to be living on a luxurious three-masted sailing ship. There is everything on the ship, there is endless wine to drink in a lifetime, and there are many people who are just as lucky as him to board the ship.
People.
The other one was holding on to a piece of driftwood and trying to float. He was in danger of drowning at any time, and he was also worried about whether there were sharks. What was even more annoying was that a voice came to his ears: Why don't you take the time?
What about the beautiful scenery on the sea?
What the world calls justice is just condescending sympathy. Help is not mercy, nor is it to satisfy inflated sympathy, nor is it to bring you the pleasure of saving yourself.
Regardless of whether our parents are businessmen or nobles, whether they give us a lot of living expenses or not, the money is really their hard work, and not a penny is easy. I am proudly squandering here, but my parents are trying to protect us.
Work non-stop. Stop using our parents’ money to feed our inflated vanity, let alone show off the illusion of pride and wealth.
What is kindness? Many times, people who look cute and beautiful are kind. But has anyone ever appreciated this kindness? It seems that they only try to push themselves to the limit.
If a person raises a cat and a fish at the same time, and the cat eats the fish, he should not only blame the cat, but also himself. In the same way, when we clearly know that human nature has weaknesses, but do not take precautions and suffer losses, we should not only blame the cat, but also blame ourselves.
People should examine themselves more.
Everyone is a human being, with good and evil qualities of human nature. We can never forget that the other person also has human weaknesses just because the other person behaves kindly.
I have always felt that for most people, the most sacred thoughts are mixed with some unnoticed selfish desires, and the most regretless sacrifices also hide demands for rewards. Kind people make mistakes because of their kindness.
Unkind people can confidently use thoughts they cannot understand as moral weapons to harm others.
Who was once a kind-hearted child, and then was tortured by reality into a scheming madman. It is extremely difficult to think clearly about one's own psychology. People always like to position themselves in a fixed mode, such as elegance
, such as politeness, kindness, and vulgarity.
If we deviate from our position in our hearts, we will start to find various reasons and excuses. However, in fact, as long as we think from another angle, we will find that everything is normal, and the only thing that is abnormal is our own mentality. There is no such truth in this world. A person can rely on his weakness to ask for care from others. Pity for yourself is not the reason for others' pity, because no one has the obligation to bear more for some weak stranger. p>
Life is not easy for everyone. The compassion for all sentient beings and the universal salvation exist only in the mouths of bards most of the time. We are not gods, we are just ants struggling for a living.
We are not that evil, but we are not that kind either. Others offer help out of kindness, and no one has the right to ask others to do so.
The bird gradually flew away, and Boom's eyes showed endless sadness. Once upon a time, he thought it was a weak and kind-hearted creature, but he never expected that it would become so disgusting to him overnight. However, he was one of them and could not stay away.
Boom has lived in the King of Augu for as long as he can remember. He once envied those children from noble families, envied their clean clothes, envied the pastries in their hands, envied them having servants surrounding them, and even more envied them that they could
Call out your parents' names.
That day, the noble boy stepped into the monastery and gave alms as a successor. The brown bread was still warm, and the bland broth was praised by everyone.
"Why don't you eat? Are you not a poor person, but just here to watch the fun?"
"That's great. My father and mother are discussing with the nuns how much money to donate, and we have a whole afternoon to explore!"
The little aristocratic boy didn't notice the strange look from the servant at all. As he spoke, he looked at Boom, who was standing up in a gray linen hood.
"If this is your order, I naturally can't refuse." Boom nodded after hearing this, and then led him to the back courtyard of the monastery.
Frogs crow loudest after the rain, palm-sized dragonflies are rare to see, sweet-tasting stamens only grow in the corners, and hornworms' armor is colorful.
As time passed by, the little noble boy's brocade robe was stained with mud and water, and his exquisite leather boots were even more dirty. However, he smiled happily because everything he saw today was so interesting. p>
"Okay, thank you for playing with me. You can come to me next time and treat you to those pastries from the Principality of Floy." The little aristocratic boy waved to Boom and then ran to his parents.
"This is a gold coin, and it is all your reward. I really envy you, but this is also the last time." The servant walked up to Boom, then raised his chin and said to Boom.
Boom's smile froze in an instant. It was the first time in his life that he felt lost. If possible, he would have become good friends with the other party, but because their identities were too different, they could only say goodbye.
One year after this, Boom met each other again. However, the once aristocratic boy had long since become a real noble, but Boom was still the same Boom.
"I didn't expect we could meet again. Do you still want to taste those delicious stamens?" Boom asked with a smile while standing next to the carriage.
"Who are you? I don't remember having a poor friend. Take the gold coins, at least you won't starve tonight." The noble boy's eyes flickered, but in the end he slowly lowered the car curtain.
"Thank you, young master, for the reward. May the gods bless you with a long life, and may your family prosper!" Boom agreed without any surprises and smiled while bending down to pick up the gold coin.<
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The carriage gradually went away. Many passers-by sighed at Boom's good luck. He was able to get a gold coin with just a few words. However, no one heard the helplessness in Boom's voice, and everyone saw what he said when he turned around.
Exuding loneliness.
"A liger will not become friends with a hare, because in the eyes of a liger, a hare is either today's dinner or tomorrow's breakfast." Boom whispered the bard lyrics he heard just last night, and then slowly blended in.
Crowd.
He did not use the gold coin in the end, but threw it into the small wooden box in front of the monastery. This was not because he was angry, but the only thing he could do for the little noble boy, hoping that this gold coin
It can bring good luck to more orphans like myself.