Life is more than the present, there are poems and faraway fields

"Life is not just in front of the drift, there are poems and faraway fields ..."
It is said that this song cries countless 70后. The pressure of our generation is indeed very big, in order to live, keep striving, forget the dream. When you come close to the window, look at the distant mountains, listen to beautiful poetry, only occasionally aware of the meaning of life, to live for what. In order to get more material to satisfy the instinct to reproduce. In addition to these I think everyone has a higher pursuit, is to let the mood relax, pleasure, we came to the world itself is extremely happy things, although Alphago has completely surpassed the human in the field of the intelligence, and many of the back of many human capable things will be replaced by artificial intelligence, But the robot is not yet emotionally, or cold-blooded, and perhaps one day, as the Western World says, the robot finally wakes up, fights back and even governs the human race. But people are still people, the meaning of life is to fully perceive the surrounding, enjoy the process.
I am listening to "life is not just in front of the drift" this song, the mood is wonderful, happy, I can understand xiaosong in prison when writing those words when the mood is calm. When you do not feel the pain in the deep pool, you are always curious about it, want to try, I think it may be Xiao loose before the prison subconscious is driving him. However, it is through more pain that we can better understand the meaning of life, can finally return to calm ... Perhaps the robot "binary mind" does exist, and after more pain, the robot finally comprehends the meaning of their coming into the world ... In the end, everything will return to peace ...

Mother sat in front of the door humming flowers and young although it's been a long time to remember her tears ripple those dark days of those who insist and panic in the parting of the door mother looked at me said life more than before the drifting, there are poems and faraway fields, you came to the world unarmed, to find that piece of sea desperate. She sat down opposite me and said, "take good care of her." I remember her tears all those years of laughter and all those vows and dreams in the street where she's breaking up she hugged me and said that life is more than just in front of you, there are poems and faraway fields, you came to the world unarmed, to find that piece of sea desperate. I'm all alone and I'm a little boy growing up one day I want to leave home to see his back growth see him insist and look back I know one day I will smile to him that life is more than the present drift, there are poems and faraway fields, you came to the world unarmed, to find that piece of sea desperate.