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Therainshanleavesbe,dustfallonthepast;Thecloudcoveredtheautumnwildgoose,andcoverthetenyearsofmoonlight.Iopenedthewindow,fullhandmemoriesdoringsashavujacic,pillowDiancool,residualswaycandle,peopledisappointed...
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Thepathoutofthewindow,themoonlight,willlightup.Theautumnwindblowinglinggradually,whiletheviewerintoKuangSi:humanlifemuchado,grafthascloudedtheworld.Idleawayone's,webegintoslowlyfoundintheprocessofroutetofameandmoney,weleftthehumanisthemostsimplehappiness.Everyonewithamaskofhypocrisytoliveinthisworld,thereissmileonherface,thehearthaslongbeenriddledwithholes.Moneyandhonorintheheartsofpeoplespreadslowly,eyesflashedscenes,unabletoanswer,whatisrealhappiness?Andwhocanknow?
Rapidbrainthinkingmakesmealittlefidgety,alonetooktothestreets,bustlingandIformedagapofthestreet.Sittingalonenoonecorner,maylookbackfoundbehindisapairofmotheranddaughter,dressedinawornclothes.Motherlookshasexperiencedthevicissitudesoflife,filarsilkhaircanalsoobviousinthedark.Thegirlisafaceofinnocence,handsclutchingacheapicecream.Whileshewasextremelyexcited.It'snothardtofind,theyareapairofrubbish.IntalkingtothemIlearned:todayisthelittlegirl'sbirthday,motherwitharubbishmoneyinreturnforasmallicecream.Lookatthelittlegirlisexcited,boutsofsadnessfloodedmyheart.Butatthispoint,themotherfrowningbrowsloosed.
Lookatthebackofmotheranddaughterawaygraduallylostinthecrowd,myheartaquiver,astrangefeelingrunninginmymind.Wanderingaloneintheemptydeep,suddenlyseethedepthsofthealley,abrightlyallnight,laugh,andpeopletellme,
Thetruemeaningofmetamorphosesbetween,Ifelthappy.Happiness,likeair,actuallywenevertouch,butithasbeenovereverybodynearby.Wedon'tfeelhappybecauseweliveisnotsimple;Fullofhonorwithalltheirmoneybringusillusoryillusionandfleeting"happiness",butthishappinessisnotreal.Infact,wedon'thavetogotodeliberatelypursuewhat,whatshouldnottoaskforlife,donothavetogotoshapetheimageforthesakeofwhat.Simplelife,itselfisakindofhappiness.
Don'thavetobetoopessimistic,notice.Whengodclosesadoorforusandwillopenawindowforus.Wemissedbacklessthanonceuponatime,butaslongasoptimistic,perhapswemeetnextisbetterthanlosing.Losingisoftenjustallowustogetmore.
Whenwemissedtheflowers,whatneedtobesad,wewillharvestthefruit;Whenmissthesun,don'tdepressed,perhapsnextsecondcanseetheskybrightstars...Pursuitandabandonitisnormalforanattitude,isseekingsomething,shouldbegiveup,itishelpless,butagreatwisdom.Withoptimisticfacelife,intheendwillfindhappinessinfacthavebeen,neverleftus.
Eachandeveryoneheartthereisalwaysacloudysky,butpleasebelieve,thedarkcloudsabovetherewillbesevencolors;Don'tgothroughacoldhowwouldhavenorainbowhadtheeyesnotearsofsweet...Survivalinpositiveform,oftencanaccomplishasurprisedhonlife,perhapsthisisthetruemeaningofhappiness.
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