Will the storyteller and the storyteller be on the same boat? When I was young, people told me stories. I listened carefully. I thought they were all real things. I also believed that there was nothing I could not understand. I saved the story, and they penetrated into my brain, into my blood and bone marrow. I didn't think that one day I could change the story frame a little and refine the plot a little, so that I could be a good story teller.
Years later, when I reached the age of fifteen, my family was about to leave my birthplace full of war and hostility and go to a new continent to find new happiness with my family. It was a place without war, without fear, without bloodshed. The broken soul in my life will change because of this. Human suffering and sorrow have been doomed from the moment everyone comes to the earth, and so am I.
Fortunately, my mother's sweet song dispelled the fear brought by the jealousy in the night. Music can not only comfort people's hearts, but also find the starting point of happiness through the purification of the soul in distress. My mother just led us to sing and sing. She is a soprano. She can sing the theme song of the Ganling Campaign with a high octave. It is the natural national singing tune without any beautiful voice modification.
In a small room under the stars at night, the most beautiful music of the world is played. This song should only be in the sky. A true portrayal of the scene. People say that mother's education has an abysmal impact on children's life. Generations of genius are produced and grown up under the care of mothers. Mothers believe that giving their children an initial incentive can create their extraordinary future. However, I did disappoint my mother. I often saw scenes in movies that made my mother intoxicated and happy.
I also want to say to my mother that one day you will be proud of me. Trust me. Most of the time, we describe something too magical and legendary, as if to say that their differences are destined by heaven. You people can't do it even if you try a hundred times. The public was puzzled by this argument, because the deep bone marrow flowed with the mentality of authority worship for thousands of years, they finally failed to reach the harbor of victory through a long voyage. Because, they are only a little imagination or imagine the future, but their psychology is to give themselves a hint, soon my dream and imagination can only be called a dream of Huangliang.
In this way, generations of us are crucified by ourselves and our trusted authority, and they will crucify their children and the people around them. Tell them, you still stay in place obediently, don't go beyond the thunder pool, because you are just a common man. You can't go beyond your ancestor's situation and plant your one-acre, three-thirds of good land.
But the spring breeze of freedom and longing for truth in the era of gradual westerly wind has blown down from a certain period of the Republic of China to the present, and it will be blown down bravely in the future, so that more people can rebirth, and let more people change their fate with wonderful shackles prepared by their ancestors through struggle.
I wrote my story and told it to my younger children. In a courtyard, just in May, before the spring had completely receded, a group of children sat quietly on the wood beside the courtyard wall. I always moisturize my voice. Um, uh, I'm starting to talk. The plot of the story is not complicated, but it has twists and turns and is easy to understand. The narrator must fully mobilize all the talents he can mobilize. He must use exaggerated methods, influential and realistic gestures, exaggerated and magical voices, and his heart is filled with the surprise of your teacher. Move your face.
Speaking of affection, my left eye always catches in a flash the joy, surprise, sadness, regret, or some kind of unspeakable heart comprehension that is reflected in everyone's emotions. There are punishments for greedy people, satire for real life, yearning for life on the horizon, praise for kindness and hard work, and yearning for a new world.
This ability to tell stories is inherited from my mother, not from my mother. I am not sure about the theory of racial superiority or inferiority of hereditary genes, because according to this theory, my ancestors could not bring me any surprises that could make me brilliant. My life is also destined for me to live a miserable and happy life in a mediocre square. The tragedy is because I believe in the theory of genetic evolution. Happiness is my return to the Confucian philosophy that Chinese love. The only advantage of this philosophy is that it likes to create mediocrity.
Then I will watch my children walk along the hard road of life at the same pace as my ancestors, watch them die, watch them grow stronger, watch them grow weaker, until one day they come up to you and say angrily, you are a cheater, a big cheater, life is like that. This savagely deceived me, but you attributed the failure and frustration to that I am not a strong person, such a trial-style black pot I will never back.
Then you will say some of Confucius'sacred arguments to comfort your child, to tell her that everything that happens today is possible and permissible, and to further hint that I can fall asleep comfortably with this comfortable sleeping pill, perhaps never suffering, perhaps temporarily without suffering. Like a person who is drunk, the pain is far away only because of alcohol anesthesia. When the brain is clear and everything is calm, the pain still accompanies him, and the suffering and misfortune continue to accompany him.
Our sorrow is evident. Our unfulfilled dreams and unfulfilled undertakings are for their children to accomplish. Children seem to be bound by them, whether spiritually or physically, they are tortured and whipped by Confucius and Mencius'doctrine. Secular values decay their children's soul continuously until one day the body is left to drive the shell, and finally they will fall into the sun and finish the last math on the ground. Look at how much time you have, and see if your time can support an unfinished business.
Eventually, they will roar to the distant place, which is certain, but there is no alternative to this crude and untamed way. I always put the oldest philosophy in my heart, like the Bible, on my heart's edition.
This is not a comfort, but a wisdom, a transcendent theory, a way of philosophical existence, to direct my future journey. Whether it's a journey of judgment, misery or curse, I have no choice but to carry the cross of life. I want to eat this cake, I want to drink this cup, and I want to taste the blood. The old body and the renewed soul form a new body. This is the place where my soul lives. Although I have seldom visited that temple, after all, it is from there that I opened my new life.
A miracle happened twelve years ago. The grievances of the bitter cup of my fate were heard by the angel of God. My bitter fate was sympathized by the angel of God. I was pushed forward by a magical force, as if to find my long-lost friends, my distant relatives, or my respected ones. There are mothers who suffer a lot.
In a sacred temple, my legs are deceitful, and my body, my soul, every cell and nerve is surrounded by a rare human or heavenly force when I bend my knees in front of him. I feel like a dying man, after the last prayer, I float lightly into the sky. Although I am still alive, and there are all kinds of difficulties and obstacles ahead of me, but I have become a wholehearted person, from inside to outside, I have to be smeared by the blood of the lamb.
When a group of lovely old people full of power and yearning gathered together to sing the song of heaven, my heart got a kind of energetic force, the depressed force in my heart was completely driven away by some magical force, leaving my soul. Throughout your life there will be grace, grace, love with you, love me, and I will live in the temple of the Lord forever and forever, Amen.
No more sorrow, no more hardship, no more war, no more depression, no more panic, only peace and happiness. How should we spend our lives in 70 or 90 years, or in a long or short period of time, and in what way should we live? Our fathers must have thought about it. They attribute the problem to education and diligence. The part that can change people's destiny through good education, and the part that can make people rich or dignified through poverty.
But this is only the experience and wisdom of a generation, and the rapid passage of time will eclipse all so-called experience and wisdom, becoming monotonous and irreconcilable. What style? I am keen on the word style, which was first created by Spinoza, and has been fully narrated and proved in his philosophical discourse. Yeah! What kind of road our generation should have is a thought-provoking question. Its value is absolutely no less than the birth of any great scientific discovery and great philosophy.
At the end of the age, our value is not an hour, not a minute, not an inaccurate day that the Chinese like to use, but a second. Because once you have a great dream and make all the sacrifices for it, your unit of time will automatically switch to seconds. Because other units of measurement are too rough, only a delicate life will burn the torch of life more vigorously.
