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 "For many years to come, I hope you are treated unfairly, I hope you suffer betrayal, I wish you often feel lonely, I wish you often have bad luck on your life's journey, I wish you are ignored, I wish you suffer excruciating pain." "Only by being treated unfairly can you truly understand the value of justice; only by suffering betrayal can you realize the importance of loyalty; only by often feeling lonely can you not take good friends for granted." "Only by having bad luck can you realize the role of probability and opportunity in life, and thus understand that your success is not entirely predetermined, and others' failures are not a given." "Only by failing and being ridiculed can you understand the importance of a competitive spirit with grace; only by being ignored can you realize the importance of listening to others; only by suffering excruciating pain can you empathize and sympathize with others." These words, like curses, are e...

 　　One day, we will all die. 　　We are born with nothing, and what will we take with us when we die? Sunrise and sunset, grass growing and birds flying, year after year, this cycle repeats itself. So what is the meaning of our existence? 　　Are we, like actors, performing in a TV series, only to have our performance end? 　　Have you ever pondered the meaning of your existence? Are you simply waiting to die, or are you striving and struggling? Are you also suffering from these negative emotions, feeling depressed and overwhelmed with sadness? 　　One day, a friend told me: "I've been so pessimistic lately, unbearably pessimistic. You know, people can just disappear like that. One day someone is perfectly fine, and then suddenly they're gone in an accident. An earthquake strikes without warning while you're asleep, or even while you're walking. I don't know if all this striving and hard work is even worthwhile." 　　Yes, what is the meaning? 　　None of us know when ...

 Honestly, whenever I hear a girl complain, "If only I had a boyfriend, this and that would be so much better," I get speechless. Why do they always so naively attribute their current problems to not having a boyfriend? It's like having a boyfriend would magically solve everything. I just want to say: Ha! Like a girl I knew before, she was the typical type who hoped love would save her from all her problems . She was notoriously lazy and a homebody in her dorm. She basically spent all her time lounging around, sometimes even having her roommates bring her food. She ate in bed. Her biggest hobbies were watching Korean dramas and complaining about life. Life is full of disappointments , so she often says things like, "I'm so bored every day. If only I had a boyfriend to take me out," "I failed my exam . If only I had a boyfriend, he could help me study , " "When I don't have enough money for living expenses, if only I had a boyfriend, he cou...

 01. Physical appearance is beyond our control, but an interesting soul can be cultivated through effort. Most people's minds are often filled with various ideas and possibilities, yet they rarely put them into practice. This is because before even starting, they create numerous obstacles for themselves, leading to failed changes and new possibilities turning into new regrets. However, some people are adept at trying various changes in the small things of life. As the saying often circulates on social media: "A beautiful appearance is a dime a dozen, but an interesting soul is one in a million." I used to think that change was a privilege of the young, because they had a gene called "romance" that motivated them to take action. However, I suddenly realized that it's not that we lack the "romance" gene, but rather that we lack a little courage and choose to bury our desires deep inside. While not everyone is born with a beautiful appearance, everyon...

 I'm sure many of you can relate to being pressured by your parents to do things. But what happens after I've made my choices? They always try to impose their own ideas on me, trying to change my path. Like today, they kept telling me to stay here, but when I chose to stay and wanted to do something else and not go back home this year, they kept finding fault with me. I feel so helpless…

 People rushing home every evening aren't just there for dinner; it's more about the longing for home , especially the longing for the kitchen. The kitchen is where life is filled with the warmth of cooking, where family bonds are forged. There are many moments in the world where "just right" happen— I've just put the food on the table and you've just walked in. Perhaps that's the happiest moment for you , but for me, the instant I sneak a bite and swallow my saliva when the food is on the table is the most joyful and delicious moment.

 　　, holding the heavy yet light certificate, I felt a sense of closure after more than a decade of schooling. Ignoring countless ellipses, a big question mark still looms over the future. 　　From now on, we are no longer students, but members of society. Yet, the vibrant tapestry of social life has only just begun. There will be no teachers to guide us, no one to highlight key points, and no practice exams. However, some future exams may be more important than any of our school days, or perhaps they will be like ripples on a calm lake, spreading meaningless circles. 　　I am about to stumble into an unfamiliar world, a world I have countless times envied and even demanded my parents and the adults around me treat me the way they treat adults. Entering this world is an inevitable part of life. My parents, teachers, relatives, and friends have done a great deal of preparation work beforehand, and more than a decade of schooling has been the most basic and solid preparation. Receiving t...

 　　WeChat has become an integral part of people's daily lives. My friends and colleagues, even during their busy work schedules, often send out red envelopes on WeChat Moments, which always sparks a joyful frenzy. 　　A few days ago, my colleague Xiao Gao was holding her phone, laughing heartily. "I just got 50 cents!" she exclaimed excitedly. 　　Seeing her delighted expression, I told her, "Some experts online have calculated that the cost of grabbing a red envelope is 3 cents. If you only get 1 cent, you'll have to pay out 2 cents! This red envelope grabbing business isn't necessarily worthwhile!" 　　"No, no," she replied. "You can't calculate it like that. We grab red envelopes without considering the cost; it's all about being quick and having a good time, grabbing a moment of joy, grabbing a special feeling between friends. In my opinion, grabbing red envelopes is a kind of micro-happiness." 　　Micro-happiness? How well said! ...

 　　After returning from a business trip, I found a pair of swallows at my window, chirping and twittering in their nest, as affectionate as a newlywed couple. 　　I opened the window and smiled at the two pretty little creatures. I thought to myself, "Little ones, coming to my territory without even saying hello! How unfriendly!" At first, they didn't react. Perhaps the sound of my opening the window startled the swallows from their lovemaking, for they fluttered in alarm to the nearby pine tree, flitting from branch to branch, watching me warily, chirping incessantly. I couldn't tell if they were greeting me warmly or plotting how to deal with this strange intruder. Seeing my indifference, one of them even landed provocatively on the windowsill above my head, like a note singing a song of early spring sunshine. I shushed it and gently waved my hand. It darted back to the branch, staring at me with alarm. Its focused expression seemed to be a playful jab: "I won...

 　　Part 1: A Lonely Afternoon The 　　afternoon sun, gentle and peaceful, drifted into my bedroom, bathing me in its warmth. I lay on the table by the window, lazily squinting my eyes, gazing at the scenery outside. 　　Watching the white clouds drift across the blue sky, and the occasional flight of an unknown bird, I felt completely immersed in tranquility and peace. I quietly gazed at the picturesque scenery outside the window, momentarily lost in thought, as if I had become one with this flowing beauty. 　　I slowly sat up straight and gently drew the curtains. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows in my world, faint and shapeless, stretched freely by time in this lonely afternoon. 　　I reached out and turned on the tape recorder on the windowsill, casually taking a cassette from the bookshelf—a Chopin piano piece. I placed the tape inside and pressed play. 　　The beautiful piano music began to play, the graceful melody rippling through the air. A sense of peace ...

 　　I don't play mahjong or poker, nor do I sing karaoke or dance. My greatest hobby is reading, so whether it's the sweltering summer or the freezing winter, I often go to the library alone to read. I'll pick a book I like from the shelf, like Dr. Barclay's *The Path of Fragrance* or Lung Ying-tai's *Watching You Go*. Then I'll find a spot by the window, sit on a large wooden chair, and enjoy the cool air conditioning while reading. Occasionally, I'll look up at the blooming flowers or the lush green lawn outside the window. Often, before I know it, it's noon, then dusk. A friend texted me asking: "You spend all day reading alone, without participating in any social activities. Aren't you lonely?" 　　I replied: "Have you ever heard of readers being lonely? Readers are never lonely, because they are surrounded by the fragrance of books and nourished by spiritual food. They are fulfilled and enriched; how could they be lonely? 　　Throughou...

 　　"Planting beans south of the mountain, the weeds are thick and the bean sprouts are sparse. Rising at dawn to clear the weeds, I return home with my hoe under the moon. The path is narrow and overgrown, the evening dew soaks my clothes. I care not for my wet clothes, as long as my wish is fulfilled." Farm life is always busy and fulfilling. In the eyes of farmers, weeding with dew on their feet and returning home under the moonlight is the most ordinary thing. Walking towards the dew-covered fields at dawn, their figures disappear into an endless sea of ​​green crops. "Holding a sickle and halberd, riding a green dragon horse, to fight to the death at the bean mound (this is incorrect)," alone in the fields full of robust seedlings, hoe in hand, sweat pouring down. After work, they take off their work clothes, change into simple clothes, and become farmers again, not caring about the dust, not caring about the smell of sweat, freely stretching their bodies. Worki...