I read an article yesterday and it felt very good. The title is "If you don't get changed by the world, you will change the world."

How many people dreamed of becoming what kind of person they wanted to grow up when they grew up, and never became the person they hated, but when they grew up, they became the person they hated when they were young, and deviated from the person they dreamed of becoming when they were young?

The article gives two examples to illustrate the topic, one is about the army and the other is about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Those who join the army mainly react to a phenomenon - every new recruit will be beaten by veterans to establish prestige. I don’t know when this seems to have become an unwritten rule. Violence is simpler and more direct, and worry-free. It is much faster than using language to educate, but it will form a vicious cycle. After the new recruits encounter the pain of being beaten, they become veterans in the future, and naturally they will continue the pain of being beaten to the next new recruits.

Many of the new recruits who were beaten in the article said that if they became the squad leader in the future, they would never beat the new recruits like that, and would choose to use language education.

As time goes by, many new recruits who were beaten at the time have become veterans who beat people, completely forgetting the "commitments" they made after being beaten as new recruits. This is changed by the world.

However, one of the new recruits who were beaten to become the platoon leader, but still did not change their original intentions. They did not use violence, but used language to educate the new recruits. Although this action was despised and rejected by other veterans, he still kept his promises.

Later, the rank he brought received a lot of honors, and he was naturally promoted. This means that he was not changed by the world, so the world changed.

Another example of the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is mainly about a woman's mother-in-law who was often troubled by her mother-in-law when she was a daughter-in-law. She felt that life was very hard. After becoming a mother-in-law in the future, she must vent her dissatisfaction in this way and transfer it to her daughter-in-law. At first, when this woman was troubled by her mother-in-law, she was very dissatisfied because although she was already erect, her mother-in-law also asked her to go to the river to wash clothes. Fortunately, she had a good husband who loved her very much, and her husband told her how her mother was made difficult by her grandmother before. After understanding all this, the woman decided that she would not make things difficult for her daughter-in-law in the future. Later, she gave birth to a son. Her son was the man above who promised that she would never call a new recruit in the future after being beaten as a recruit, and she did not violate her promises until she became a platoon leader.

If you are not changed by the world, you will change the world. If you convey love, the world will have more love. If you convey hate, the world will have more hatred.

I remembered that when I was a child, I liked playing glass beads on the ground, because I could use my imagination to create rules of the game in the game of playing glass beads, and test my eyesight and the coordination between my hands and the body. More importantly, the fun of the game.

Because I like it, when I was in the sixth grade, I still played with glass beads on the ground. However, I don’t know when I have ordered things like “childishness” in this world. In “childishness”, things like “face” will be derived.

The world seems to have stipulated that playing with glass beads is just a child's thing.

So, there are words like that: I still play with glass beads when I am in the sixth grade of elementary school. How naive is this! Other adults will laugh when they see it, but do they know it is ugly!

Just like something, it turns out that there are so many complex factors to consider.

When I was a child, it was most likely to know what I wanted in happiness, but when what I wanted was not important in the eyes of adults, should I still want it?

When I was a child, I liked to play with toys, watched the fire burning quietly, and watched the flowing water quietly. I felt that my life when I grew up would be associated with quiet happiness. But, I was originally slow, let alone when I was a child.

The adult told me that he would make a lot of money when he grew up, buy a house, buy a car, and get married. Although I felt a little longing when I heard the adults say this, it was not something I really liked.

Friends will also talk to me about dreams, such as becoming a manager, a chairman, and a national leader when I grow up. Although it sounds amazing, that is not what I yearn for.

When I was a child, I was like a gust of wind, and I didn’t know where I was going to blow or where I wanted to stay. So when I was a child, I didn’t know what dreams were.

When I encountered an essay that wanted to write "My dream is...", I almost had to worry about it for most of the time and couldn't find any answers. After all, I really didn't know at that time. So in order to complete the essay, I just put in the goal I felt good, and then used my imagination to fill out the essay.

As I grew up, I found that everyone around me likes to discuss making money, buying a house, and buying a car. Actually, I have thought that although those things are beautiful things in society, there is no natural feeling that attracts me to like. In other words, even if I like money, buildings, and cars, it may be because I need money because I am forced to live, and I am infected by people around me, so I pursue buildings and cars. It is not because I really like it.

What I like is naturally my favorite.

Finally, I finished college and went out to society to spend some work. Gradually, I realized what the natural happiness I yearn for.

Art is an existence that can produce natural happiness in silence. That feeling is like when I was a child, playing with toys alone to imagine the plot between toy characters. Just like when I was a child, I sat quietly in front of a burning flame and watching it as if I could see the wonderfulness of life, just like when I was a child, I quietly watched the flowing water and could unintentionally get out of my mind. I like this feeling of quiet thinking.

So, I got up with the dreams that others had when I was a child. I only started to have when I grew up when I came into society.

When I have a dream, I hope I can take good care of it. Because during my growth, I have seen too many "forgot my original intention"...

Of course, having a dream does not mean you won’t be confused, but you will still be very confused about which path to realize your dream.

In the past, I cared too much about the existence of "road", and always felt that there was a road to walk. But why didn't I think that the road was not a road at all before, but it was because there were more people walking, so it became a road?

This afternoon, I rode "Little Perfect" out for a walk, and of course, while I was also preparing for my next plan in advance for the future.

Along the way, with a natural perspective, you can actually feel a lot.

On the side of a certain road, a boy who looked 1.8 meters tall and a girl who looked 1.57 meters tall were hugging each other tightly. The girl's toes were tiptoed hard, and the boy's head was lowered gentlemanly. The girl leaned her face sideways against the boy's chest and smiled happily. The boy's mouth was slightly raised, and his hands seemed to touch under the girl's butt. Well, a bowl of dog food was sprinkled in broad daylight. Fortunately, I was not very hungry...

Later I discovered a good place - a book city, a small town that specializes in selling school supplies and reading and studying.

I went upstairs to choose art books. When I was reading, there were two or three six or seven-year-old girls reading books next to me. One of the younger sisters who seemed to be preparing to read books on the bottom of the bookshelf, she did not choose to squat down, but instead sat on the ground with a horse and then picked the book she wanted to read. My ostentatious eyes were paying attention to her at the time, and the books in her hand seemed to be just a concealment prop.

After she stood up, she almost never stopped. Sometimes she stood with one leg, and her other leg naturally raised her head, sometimes spinning and jumping. Well, she is such a lively, cute and dance-loving little girl. How great is she knows what she likes at a young age, and she doesn't care about what the people next to her look at her, so she naturally jumps whenever she wants to.

After leaving the bookstore, I suddenly felt something touching me lightly behind my back a few times, and I subconsciously turned around.

I saw an aunt in her fifties with exhausted but slightly smiling face holding a stack of magazines in her left hand and gently shaking a magazine in her right hand to signal me to get one.

I thought of the content of an article in my mind in an instant. Don’t underestimate any of my actions. Sometimes it is also very important to help others a little. I immediately took one. Although I knew I didn’t need it, if one more person would take another one, she would get the money and go home soon.

After I took the magazine, I didn't throw it away immediately. After all, this is also a kind of respect for people in the magazine. Because I sent flyers to others in my first job, and the flyers I sent to others immediately when I saw them, I felt like I was trampled on. Therefore, with more respect for small actions, society would not become too cold.

On the way back, I saw a girl with yellow hair sitting on a women's motorcycle talking with a girl with short hair dyed red hair that was a few steps away from the boy. Originally, my first feeling was that the girl was about to get on the women's motorcycle, but...

The girl suddenly walked a few steps into the middle of the road. When she saw the boy not moving, she excitedly said, "Why didn't you come out?" and walked quickly towards the boy, then jumped up and kicked the front of the women's motorcycle. She felt that it was not enough, so she kicked two more feet.

By the way, I could see that the boy had lowered his head in frustration. However, it had not stopped yet.

The girl then slapped the boy's head twice, and the boy's decadent appearance was fully revealed at that moment, and similarly, the boy's dignity disappeared at that moment.

What exactly happened between them? As a passerby, I was not sure about it, so I had to pass by quietly...

However, although it is not conclusive, it is conceivable.

The first is a simple couple quarreling, and the woman is in a state of trouble and thinks that the man has done something that is sorry to her. The man says he doesn't, but the woman doesn't believe it unless it is proved to her. The woman makes a request, but the man doesn't cooperate to do it. The woman thinks that the man must be sorry to him and feels guilty, so she goes over and beats the man angrily.

The second type is that it is not a couple. The man may have hurt a girl recently. The way of hurting may be to make someone else's belly bigger or deceive others' feelings. So the girl's relatives or best friends, that is, the woman, comes to the man to seek justice for his relatives or best friends. Therefore, she does not need to show mercy to that man.

The third type, well, don’t think about it anymore, thinking too much will hurt your body.

Finally, after dinner, I came to the "March Wind" again, looking at all kinds of people on the sports field...

Suddenly I remembered my trip to Angkor Wat in Cambodia last year. On the evening of the first day of that trip, the two girls in the group and I were attracted by the local ethnic performance. After watching it, I realized that the night had already arrived, so I hurried back to the meeting point that the tour guide said.

While rushing back, a girl asked me if I knew the way back to the meeting point. I said that if the night was not dark, I would recognize the way. Unfortunately, the night was dark...

At a certain fork point, she said she was walking to the right, and I said I remembered it seemed to be walking to the left. She said she remembered that the direction was there, and I was surprised and said, "Direction?"

The girl continued, "I don't know where the road is, but I know where the direction is, just follow the direction. Because the road is relatively small, but the direction is large."

Indeed, why should we limit ourselves to the road? Mingming, then there is a direction.

If the direction of your dream is certain, then there are naturally countless roads to reach your dream. You can choose direct, roundabout, or even airborne, if you have the conditions.

As long as there is a direction, don’t be afraid of no road. The road is just a process, either fast, slow, near, or far. In other words, all the avenues lead to Rome, but the time to reach Rome is not necessarily the same when walking on each avenue.

It’s not that there is a direction, there is an end. It also requires a confident heart, a tenacious mentality, and a kind of action on the road.

Dreams are also dreams, but they are just dreams that can be imagined. They will wake up and fall asleep. Whether they love you depends on whether you take good care of them.

So, I'm paying the price, I'm caring for it... (To be continued)
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