It is said that everyone‘s life is a miracle in this universe. Regrettably, however, we were unable to choose the beginning of this miracle.

So, the theory of fate has raged to this day.

I don’t know how to explain my knowledge. All I know is that one day, just one day, there was a deep chasm in my life. From an innocent child, I crossed into a decayed youth. He has the personality traits of his criticized peers: negative like Kafka, with a hint of van Gogh‘s neurotic ear-cutting. Fully aware of the importance of study, to pass the test to change the dilemma at home. But at the moment when I entered the school, I felt endless hesitation and hatred in my heart.

My face is cold, my heart is hot. I love my mom and dad very much. I try my best to prove that I don’t believe them. In the silent night, turn a model is the only time the world prove that the world shall last there, separated by a wall, tell yourself, in order to let the family a good life, don‘t have to suffer indignities, no longer looked down upon by others, not for a living cold, running around, to these simple wish come true, oneself also want to stand down.

So I want to do my best. It was both a duty and a natural habit, a demon in my bones from a very early age. I keep looking for what I think is not perfect, ugly ever. An attempt to destroy all traces of evil. How many times, after ruining my memories and hopes, I believed that I could have a good start, that was the perfect place to start my future. As a result, the score of the exam still made me unable to look up, and countless masters forced me to be a mediocre person. A vicious circle was forming unconsciously, and the repeated useless howling became my compulsory course. They piled up into a mountain of wrinkles, the wrinkles on the forehead of those old people, and finally carved into my life.

Should I change the subject to us?

We have the material conditions that our fathers envied, but the spiritual wilderness is beautiful and desolate without boundaries. The reform and opening up brought about the economic take-off, also brought about the upsurge of individual value thinking. Instead of the usual eulogies of time and leadership, the discussion of happiness has gone mainstream. It is true that the poor remain the mainstay of society and that the world cannot feed all mankind. There is something to the self-centered criticism of xiaozi. Between The Times we, whether poor and rich in material or spiritual aspects are so unclear. No longer clear in often have to face the frustration of competition failure alone. Life is an obscure philosophy to us. Their values tend to be crowded out by the secular. I want to give up everything and enjoy the pleasure of not being controlled by the world. Death is the most magnificent and gorgeous release we can imagine.

To our own surprise, we wake ourselves up from the thought of leaving the world. Van Gogh and Haizi had already been in Chuang Tzu’s kunpeng pleasure, and the world could not pollute their ideals. We are still holding a beating rhythm of the heart from time to time, in the formation of despair, accept the baptism of hope. Whether the face is unable to change, unable to reach the poverty, or deep in the lonely floor, are stumbling to walk bravely.

Life is not hidden, death is not free. Inspirational words we have heard too much, also said too much.

Then embrace the sun.