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A fish shakes its tail and wks for the love of Chuang Tzu. Chuang Tzu knocks on the head of the fish and tells it: if you own it, it will lose. If you are not happy, you will not suffer from death. All possession means loss, and death means birth. In the end, we still need to get lost in time. Why are we taking so many detours? The ending is clearly at the front, and it can be achieved in a simpler way.

He told fish: You should go back to the sea. The length of the river is wide and life is just an experience.

Some of the Chinese people's daguan came from him. They came from people we called "Chuang Tzu" in 2400. Life and death, heroic open-minded, throughout his life, Zhuangzi has been serious and humorous life, never said. This night, I opened his book and heard him say in a Henan accent, "I am a dead man, and I am born.

I don't know how Zhuangzi's outlook on life and world view are formed, but there is no doubt that he is a real philosopher. He asked the fish in front of the pond, asked the skeleton in the tomb, and asked the butterfly flying in the dream. His question passed through the boundless time, which still gave us a headache. His view of the world is so similar to the result we have solved with countless equations, that we still look at him with a smile, or cry, Chuang Tzu told me, the two expressions are not separated.

As in philosophy, it may be Zhuangzi's ultimate understanding of himself. His philosophy has only one word: Tao. The Tao is nothing. Time and space, the vast universe and life, all existence, all "have", are only "NONE ". When everything in the world is in front of you, you have nothing. Because everything will be lost in an instant, No, It is a change, a thing is gone, it will exist in another form in this world, everything has not disappeared, so everything has never existed. There is no separation between death, life, and death. If you are hung on a tree, you will become part of the e. If you are buried in the earth, you will become an ant.

(1) The Story of man and butterfly and fish

This is a headache for mankind for thousands of years. One day, Chuang Tzu went to bed and dreamed that he had changed into a butterfly. His wings floated and traveled to the flowers. He smiled loudly between the petals and the wood leaves. After waking up, Chuang Tzu fell into the dark cloud: Did my dream become a butterfly, Or did my dream become a butterfly? If I become a butterfly, why do I feel the joy of flying? If butterfly dream becomes Zhuang Zhou, why is it all in Zhuang Zhou's memory?

This lonely dream cannot be said. Become the eternal romance in the Chinese. After many years, a Tsing Yi poet named Li Shangyin sang, "This is a memorable situation, but it was no longer enough. Li Shangyin's expression is vicissitudes of life.

"How happy are fish in the water !" Chuang Tzu wore his own straw shoes and stood by the water and sighed.

"You are not a fish. How do you know that fish are happy ?" Hui Shi asked him.

"Why ?" Zhuang Tzu seriously asked, "You are not me. How do you know that I don't know the happiness of fish ?"

Human understanding of the world is always subjective, but objective is only a subjective probability. When you stand out from history, some things will certainly happen. But if you stand by the pond of Chuang Tzu, you will know that things can have endless choices.

Chuang Tzu's thoughts go through water and time, and are integrated with fish. His hands slowly slide over the water, and his thoughts on the shore are very happy in the water. Yes, I know, swimming is happy. The flowers on the shore quietly bloomed and kissed the bees warmly. It is also happy, and the benefit on the water is somewhat melancholy, but he is also happy.

"Even more strange, you are not me. How do you know that I am happy ?" Hui Shi was angry.

"I know," Chuang Tzu glared at the fish and said, "I know. Don't argue with me. I know that you are happy ."

Because of perception. Because of your feelings. "The speaker forgot to give his words because he was in the fish. The speaker cares about the fish and forgets his words ." I know, so I forgot what I know and how I know it.

The world is so because I want it. If it does not, I cannot stand here to observe it. I am the principle of the world and will never be falsified.

Do not say it is right or wrong. This is a philosophy.
(2) It is better to forget the rivers and lakes

We cherish life because there is death in it.

We cherish love because love will turn into betrayal.

But will it not die if you cherish it? Will love always last forever?

Chuang Tzu said: "If you are not you, you are also the child of Heaven and Earth. If you are born, you may also borrow money ."

Life is a body that we borrow for the moment in this world. We cannot abuse it. Sooner or later, we will return ourselves to the God in the dark. Everything you and the shell have will eventually evaporate like water and go as far as a river, and there will be no pursuit like a dream. It is not enough to change the outcome if you cherish or bid. The hacker is the hacker, but not the hacker. Chuang Tzu pondered sadly before 2400: is there a difference between thinking or not thinking? What are the differences between me and the God at the highest place in the universe?

Of course, Chuang Tzu is an idealist, but I believe that when he is facing Hao Changkong and life-and-death discretization, he will certainly ask himself: Who am I? Where am I? What does my existence mean?

A fish shakes its tail and wks for the love of Chuang Tzu. Chuang Tzu knocks on the head of the fish and tells it: if you own it, it will lose. If you are not happy, you will not suffer from death. All possession means loss, and death means birth. In the end, we still need to get lost in time. Why are we taking so many detours? The ending is clearly at the front, and it can be achieved in a simpler way.

He told fish: You should go back to the sea. The length of the river is wide and life is just an experience.

His wife died in his arms. Over ten millions of years, this one-off meeting of the Creation arrangement has ended. A few hours ago, she advised her son to study and cook porridge with leaves and sweet potatoes. Chuang Tzu smiled at her cold face. He put down his wife and sang loudly in the market of song.

"What's wrong with you ?" Someone asked.

"Oh, my wife is dead ." He said, continue singing.

Chuang Tzu looked at the sky. Clouds keep changing on the head, and the sun emits beautiful light. He sees his dead wife slowly spreading, turning into clouds, earth, sunlight, and air that surrounds him.

"People lie in the huge room, and I cry with my tears, it's impossible ."

Chuang Tzu muttered to himself that his wife was sleeping in the big room of heaven and earth, and she was about to last forever. She would never have any poverty or pain. This was her home, and everyone had such a home, so I want to celebrate for her.

Thousands of years of time falls on his head like a bird, and he understands the truth of life, and death has been hidden in life, and death means eternal life. In any case, people cannot get "Tao" because they are aware, shape, and quality. It is only possible to die. He smiled at himself at the far distance of the universe.

(3) unruly in the cold eyes of privilege

Throughout his life, Chuang Tzu has always been loyal to himself. He wore patched clothes to walk through the Emperor's que and showed a sword to Wang Hou. He formed a friend with the dead bones in the forest and the fishermen in the river, staring at the birds and the grass with deep affection. He still doesn't give up his pride when borrowing money from others-you can not lend it to me, but you can't cheat me. He smiled and said, when fish is thirsty, you just need to give him a mouthful of water, and you don't need to attract the sea.

Zhuangzi's philosophy seems to have a fate with fish, which makes us smell the fragrant seafood, not the rotten flavor of Confucius.

He despised money and name from his bones. One car is crowded with pus, and five cars are licking hemorrhoids. How many times have you licked hemorrhoids for the officers? Reading this book makes people feel hot and sweaty.

He made his own straw shoes for rice. I think when he made the straw shoes, his mouth must still have a cool little music. I am very proud of my heart. How is it like coming soon? What about the class call and living eight seats? If a person has a spiritual immortal pursuit, the material is nothing more than the old rotten corpse in the owl's mouth.

"Don't tell me what to do as an official officer !" He covered his ears and said, "It's better to stick it to the mud than to break the people ." I am a tortoise. You should let me crawl in the mud, so that I can spend more time caring for the world and caring for myself.

Chuang Tzu left us with only thirty-three short articles. Lu Xun said, "Wang yangpiao,, ". I am very happy.

Of course, what we can see is nothing more than his clothes. His spirit and thoughts are still on the top of the sky, overlooking the silence of all beings.