Liber 1. "Live": Life is like a bivouac, I am also a pedestrian

"Live": Life is like a bivouac, I am also a pedestrian 

They all died in this story called Living.

See Phoenix Xia found a good home, thought this day finally can cross the better, look at the bitter root so well sensible, think of blessing expensive old also have a grandson accompany beside. However, when I thought that nightmares would never haunt them again, they were all dead without warning.

The Apostle left me startled on the spot.

Poor hard life, the father's brutal education did not let the Qing give up the love of life, when he won the first place in the long-distance running, I thought their life will be good, but I only unexpectedly, also do not believe that he was drawn to death alive.

Jia Zhen and fortune look at the road that bends to the city, and never hear the sound of the barefoot running.

The moonlight shone on the road like a sprinkle of salt.

The lively scene is also so kind in front of the eyes, the front of the people but one of the lost, a pair of veteran personally farewell seven relatives, in the twilight, also can only lift and the country mud road as rough fingers, wipe away tears, just like the straw.

As the old man and the Old Ox went away, I heard the moving voice of the old man gruff from afar, and his song fluttered like the Wind in the Open evening, and the old man sang:

Teenagers go wandering, middle-aged want to dig and hide, old age monk.

After reading this book, I don't want to make a judgment about a certain knot in his life, an action, an unexpected outcome, or a wrong or a not.

Life is a feeling that belongs to everyone and does not belong to anyone else's opinion.

Just close the book, the heart seems to be a lot of worldly desires and disputes indifferent. The cruelty of the real society is far more terrible than we imagined, and living is to endure, to endure the responsibility entrusted to us by life, to endure the happiness and suffering that reality gives us, boredom and mediocrity, which should be the essence of life.

life is hard to have a golden ratio, not all fall, can stand up to have bright future steps. Some people, just motionless waiting for the scab to heal, is already a blessing. man is only a form of existence, and it has no meaning as the universe. as Bi Shumin said: Life itself is meaningless, but we live to create meaning for it.

Man is to live by himself, not to live for anything other than to live.

And what we're going to do is live like a blessing and live like the old cow.

Stay alive.

"Today there is a celebration, two XI cultivated an acre,

Jia Zhen, Feng Xia Geng also has seven or eight sub-fields,

Bitter Root is also small, half an acre of cross.

Well, I won't tell you how much I've ploughed.

Say it and you'll think I'm ashamed of you.

You have to say, you are old,

You can plow all the fields and do your best. ”

Sylvia

May 17, 2017

Liber 1. "Live": Life is like a bivouac, I am also a pedestrian