Floating life is like tea.
Everyone's life is like a cup of fragrant tea. When the tea leaves emanate a pulse of fragrance, that is your treasure trove of luck, but constantly by the water brewing, cleansing, baptism is the normality of life, as in life is destined to undergo pectin to arrive at the other side of the shore of the success of the soul to obtain the freedom of the soul.
Yes, suffering is the norm of life.
The wisp of astringent fragrance permeated my sense of smell. That is Zhu Shenghao in the family's circumstances diligently translate Shakespeare's plays; that is Stetson under the acacia tree in a wheelchair looking for traces of his mother; that is Nietzsche's insistence on the truth when it is not believed; that is the droplets of sweat of Yuan Longping walking between the rice paddies under the scorching sun....... Often, our lives are not lacking in wealth, health, understanding and fruition, and just as little difficulty. Just as the initial state of life is a pile of tea leaves waiting to be poured into boiling water, all kinds of tests and challenges are bound to follow. Yet it is human nature that the more we are knocked down, the more we rise.
The fragrance that sips into the corner of my mouth. Yes, the unyielding soul may be looking forward to the coming storm, they are thirsty for the love of life to heat the temperature of the water, in order to make their own value to be able to last for a long time. The diamond that has been burned becomes a diamond, and the clam that has suffered from the pain of the sand spits out a pearl. The pioneers in the preface to Tolerance finally opened the door to light after many years, and countless great men have shown the world the direction of truth. "Who will finally shake the earth, will be long and deep silence; who will finally ignite the lightning, will be as long as the clouds drift. "Without those catastrophes, how can we see Stephen Hawking conquering the universe with his wisdom; how can we experience Cao Xueqin's words in Dream of Red Mansions; how can we see a piece of the sky that was once sprinkled with the blood of our predecessors and now has become so blue that it makes us cry ......
Lin Ching-hsien once likened the memories of life to an inn, and the memories of life to a hotel. The first thing I'd like to talk about is the fact that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'd like to talk about the fact that I'm not sure what I'm talking about. However, I think these metaphors fail to reveal the nature of life's suffering and the exciting process in between. We are tea leaves in a cup. Warm water can not overflow the wisdom and fragrance of life; only with boiling water without interruption of life, is truly meaningful, the life of a constant fragrance throughout the ages.
"A true fierce warrior, dare to face the dismal life." Floating life as a tea, destiny, but more important is the ability to face up to the pain, dissolve the pain and turn it overflowing with the fragrance of life. The only way to get peace of mind in the life of calm, in the face of confusion without fear, in the life of suffering to obtain an inner calm and courage.