Chapter 752: Surprise: The world is this beautiful

Surprise: The world is this beautiful

April 3: Surprise: The world is this beautiful

In the spring morning, when the sky-full of Wu Yun were lush green and about to rain, the rain I worried about did not fall; instead, those Wu Yun kept moving. The sky-full of moving Wu Yun were just like the joyful companions of my childhood games--------

"I remember my childhood," everything in this world can be forgotten, but why are the memories of childhood always so fresh? Why so firmly remembered?

"At that time, the newborn sun was like my little playmate," this is truly wonderful! The sun, in the eyes of the Classic of Poetry person, became the little playmate of "play time". This is truly so interesting, so fun, so exhilarating, so cool.

Only childhood can have such a wonderful and innocent thought.

This person, ah. Only childhood can be so pure and lovely. But who can let that lovely childhood stay forever? "Infant\Who like him innocent praise\When he is nurtured\Facing the evening sky at the horizon\Weak brush\Truly abandoned......" Time often casts aside those beautiful things of childhood; Poet, ah, what we have cast aside is not just that weak brush? It is the most precious thing of human nature: purity and nobility, honesty and kindness? Human nature at the beginning is good, good indeed......

"The newborn sun often brings my morning surprise feeling rushing into the room, straight to my bedside," this is not only something only the Classic of Poetry person has as such a beautiful wish. This is also the wish of everyone in the world: each morning, when waking from sleep, the newborn sun will bring an unexpected surprise to my humble and tiny self.

Someone says the sun is new every day.

Actually, the sun is the same every day; what is truly new is not the sun, but people's mood. People always hope that when the sun rises, something new and beautiful will appear before their eyes, which may be the hope and motivation of life. The world becomes new and beautiful day by day in people's hope. We every day use our own hands to make the world new and beautiful.

"At that time", in childhood "the belief in miracles, every day in my heart like blossoming flowers, I am full of pure joy, gazing at the world's face;" This is truly so full of stimulating meaning__________"That belief in miracles, every day like blossoming flowers", is there anything more meaningful in the world than such a life? Only in childhood can one enter such a wonderful realm.

"Every day we look forward to miracles appearing in the course of life," only such a life is most meaningful. A life that has lost hope for the world surely lacks vitality; a life without vitality is merely nominal, like air, like plants—what meaning does such a life's existence have? The meaning of life is no longer about contributing big or small to the world, because people's abilities always differ, but rather in the hope one holds for the world. Holding hope for the world, this may be the meaning of life. This is too abstract, too conceptual, too boring?

Spring morning, world, ah, at this time I am full of pure joy, gazing at your face!

At this time, insects, birds, and beasts on the ground. Flowers, grasses, and trees, all "each has its sufficient, miraculous value." Insects, birds, beasts, flowers, grasses, trees, and the existence of all living things—is this not miraculous value? It is precisely the existence of these miraculous values that makes the world so beautiful, so colorful, so lovely..........