The Dream of the Condor

?Meng'er lay on the bed, thinking of what Yang Kang asked today, and thinking about Bao Xiruo, she felt a little emotional for a while.

She remembered an article she read in modern times, "Three Past Events That Mothers Shouldn't Know":

"I am a country child. My mother is a native of the country and has no culture. But the love of an uneducated mother for her child will not be less than that of a literate mother because of ignorance and unscientific reasons, but sometimes it will Expressed in a "special" form.

One weekend in the third year of high school, my mother took someone else's car to No. [-] Middle School in the county for the first time.After handing me two cans of pickles, he excitedly gave me a box of beautifully packaged nutrient solution.I was surprised and asked my mother: "Our family is so difficult, why buy it?" My mother said seriously: "I heard people say that this stuff nourishes the brain. If you drink it, you will definitely be admitted to university." I rubbed the box of nutrient solution, He muttered: "It's so expensive, let's borrow money again." The mother smiled: "No! I exchanged it with a bracelet." The beautiful silver bracelet was passed down from my grandmother to my mother. It is the most precious thing for a poor mother. I have been reluctant to wear it for a long time, and put it on the bottom of the box.

After my mother left, I opened a small bottle of nutrient solution and drank the cloudy liquid slowly. Unexpectedly, I was sent to the hospital that night.It turned out that the box of nutrient solution my mother brought was a counterfeit product.Back at school, I threw it all away.

When I received the admission letter from the university, my mother happily said: "The nutrient solution is really worth drinking. Back then, your father was afraid that people would deceive us." I nodded vigorously.

One hot summer day, when I was studying in college, I received a parcel from home.I hurried to the post office to pick up the parcel, but before I could open the small cardboard box that was tightly wrapped with three layers inside and three layers outside, a strong rotten smell hit my face. Boiled eggs, after thousands of miles of mail, have already deteriorated and stink.I couldn't help complaining in my heart: I didn't use my brain. In such a big city, what kind of eggs can't be eaten in a hot day, and they are sent so far from the countryside, they will definitely go bad.

Soon, the mother asked the neighbor to write a letter to fly to.It turned out that there was a popular saying in my hometown a few days ago, saying that the mother bought 5 hard-boiled eggs and fed them to her children to keep her safe.In the letter, my mother repeatedly asked me to eat those 5 eggs in one go...

The moment I read the letter, my heart felt warm, as if my mother was standing in front of me, kindly watching me eat 5 eggs.When I came home from the summer vacation, my mother asked me if it was broken. I smiled and said: "No, I ate it all in one go." So, I saw the happiness on my mother's face, as bright as the sun.

Before graduation, I wrote to my mother to tell my mother that I was a virgin. My mother was very happy and sent me a scarf soon.When I showed it to my girlfriend, she said disdainfully: "How dirty, look who is still wearing it now." My girlfriend is right, almost no girls in the city wear this kind of scarf.

Later, the relationship between me and my girlfriend became weaker and weaker, and in the end we had to break up.That day, I asked her, "Where's that scarf?" "I've thrown away that crap a long time ago. If you want it, I can buy you another dozen." Of course I didn't ask for a dozen, but my heart was full of sadness. For the mother's innocent red scarf.

Later, when my wife and I fell in love, the first gift I gave her was a red scarf that was exactly the same as that of my mother, and I told her that my mother bought it.The wife cherishes it very much.

Later, my mother proudly told many people: "A scarf can help my son tie a good wife..." Looking at the joy on my mother's face, of course I can't tell my mother that this daughter-in-law didn't use her tied with a scarf...

But what does it matter, I just know that my mother loves me, and the greatest comfort I can give to my mother is to let my mother know that it is this love that makes my son happy in life. The truth of all these three things I decided Never tell mother. "

Maternal love is great and selfless.Because the mother in the article is from the countryside and has no education, the love for her children is also the most simple.If the mother in the article is told the truth, it will increase her worry and anxiety.So white lies are the most beautiful when necessary.

Why didn't Bao Xiruo understand this?

There is also an article "The Eyes That Stay in My Heart":

"Today's teenagers will not know that time... At that time, it was August 1966. No one can explain why the storm of "sweeping everything" was rolled up overnight; no one knows this storm When will it be blown. Many people are still revolutionaries when they sleep, but they wake up as "counter-revolutionaries". Relatives no longer recognize each other, and comrades no longer have sincerity. Crazy, upside down, the whole society is in chaos, people's The heart also hangs upside down.

At that time, I was a 27-year-old youth teaching in a university.But I became a "counter-revolutionary" for no apparent reason.When the storm was just rising, I was listed as the target of "sweeping", and I was "criticized" countless times.I don't know why, and neither do others, including those who criticized me.They said that I was a "rightist who slipped through the net", but no one can tell what kind of "right" law I am and how I "slipped through the net".

My heart is full of confusion and pain.But I got a "famous" because of it.When my name was written big on the paper and hung upside down with a red X, when I was dragged to the stage and someone twisted my arms and bowed my head, I was well-known in the school and dormitory area. "celebrity".Everyone stays away from me as if I were an infectious disease patient.

When the critics were tired of playing, I was sent to pull weeds. From morning to dusk, I squatted in the hot field to pull weeds. It was uncomfortable, especially when I felt uncomfortable.

One day at noon, the sun was poisonous.I squatted by the iron fence wall of the campus and pulled weeds. Outside the iron fence was a trail leading to the suburban countryside.There are pedestrians coming and going on the trail.Cyclists and pedestrians, whoever sees us pulling weeds, will stop, or watch silently for a while, or sarcasm loudly, and discuss in a low voice.I thought it was an insult and my heart bleeds.

At some point, a group of elementary school students stood outside the iron fence.Whether they went to participate in voluntary labor or returned from labor, I can't tell.Perhaps, they returned from attending a "criticism and struggle against counter-revolutionaries" conference.

They stood outside the iron fence, gesticulating and talking about us, cursing us with the purest hearts, and some boys threw clods and small stones at us.

I can't violate "discipline" and leave the iron railing.I just had to bear the curse, the stone, and I felt like the whole world had collapsed, and there was darkness all around.If even innocent children are crazy, what hope is there in life.

At this moment, a soft, sweet voice rang in my ear: "Uncle!" I raised my head, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl stood facing me outside the iron fence.There are a pair of clear eyes under her short black hair, sweat is dripping on her delicate cheeks, and she holds two popsicles in her hand.

"Uncle, here!" She stretched out a popsicle from outside the iron fence, her eyes were full of sincerity and anticipation.

The children around coaxed out a burst of ridicule and accusation.She didn't even look back, she just stretched out the hand holding the popsicle and looked at me expectantly.

When I was pulled up from my sleep and pushed to school, when I was tied up with a straw rope, and my head was covered with a toilet paper basket in the toilet, I didn't have a tear, but at this time, I couldn't stop my tears up.My fountain of tears was pierced by a little girl's heart.

I dare not eat it, and I really don't want to eat that popsicle. It will bring disaster to that little girl.I raised my tearful eyes and stared at her.But she stubbornly stretched out the hand holding the popsicle.The surroundings were silent, and the laughing children also fell silent, and everyone looked at her, including those passing by.

The little girl also stared at me, giving me encouragement and comfort.I finally couldn't help it, I stretched my head over, took a bite of the cold, sweet popsicle, then stretched out my dirty hands, squeezed the popsicle, and handed it to an old professor of history who has now bid farewell to this world .The old professor also had tears in his eyes, and took the most precious gift from the child with trembling hands.

When I turned around again, the little girl was gone, only her faded blue cloth blouse was floating on the path... Ah, you pretty little girl, I don't know your name, but you Your love, your integrity, and your clear eyes gave me hope and strength to get through those crazy and upside-down years.I am forever grateful to you.

Maybe you have entered middle age today and become the pillar of the country; maybe, you have already forgotten this little thing.However, your eyes will always remain in my heart, and they will accompany me through the journey of life. "

Yang Kang's eyes will probably never go back, right?

"If You Give Me Three Days of Light": "On the first day, I want to see people whose kindness, kindness and friendship make my life worth living. First, I hope to gaze long at my dear teacher, Anne Sally The face of Mrs. Van Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened up the outside world to me so that I could cherish it in my memory and study her face , found in her vivid signs of the tenderness and patience of sympathy with which she accomplished the difficult task of educating me. I hoped to see in her eyes the strength of character which would enable her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, And see her sympathy for all human beings that she so often expressed to me. I don't know what it is to look into the heart of a friend through the "window of the soul", that is, through the eyes. I can only "see" with the tips of my fingers The contours of faces. I can detect laughter, sadness, and many other obvious emotions. I know friends by feeling their faces. However, I cannot really describe their personalities by touch. Of course, through other methods, By the thoughts they express to me, by any action they reveal to me, I know something about their personalities. But I cannot gain a deeper understanding of them, and that understanding, I believe, by seeing them, It can be gained by watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and situations, by noticing the reaction of their eyes and faces. I know the friends around me very well, because over the years, they have put their own Aspects were revealed to me; yet I have but an incomplete impression of casual friends, still from a handshake, from the words of their lips which I comprehend through the tips of my fingers, or from the way they grip their palms. It is obtained by gently scratching. You who have vision can quickly understand the essence of what the other party expresses by observing the subtle facial expressions, muscle tremors, and swaying gestures. How easy and amazing it is People are satisfied! But, have you ever thought of using your paratrooper vision to grasp the appearance of a face to see through the heart of a friend or acquaintance? I also want to ask you: Can you accurately describe the faces of five good friends? Do you? Some of you can, but many can't. There was an experiment where I asked husbands about the color of their wives' eyes, and they often appeared embarrassed, and confessed that they didn't know. By the way, the wives also always Often complains that the husband does not notice his new dress, the color of his new hat, and the changes in the furnishings of the house. Sighted people, whose eyes soon become accustomed to the routine of things around them, actually notice only the surprising and the magnificent. Things. Yet their eyes are lazy even when they look at the most magnificent spectacle. Court records reveal daily how inaccurately "witnesses" see. A given event will be described by several witnesses in several way of "seeing." Some see more than others, but few see everything that comes within their line of sight. Ah, how much I shall see if I were given three days of light! On the first day, it will be A busy day. I shall call all my dear friends, and look long into their faces, and engrave upon my heart the outward signs of their beauty.I will also linger on a baby's face in order to be able to capture that wistful, innocent beauty before the personal consciousness of life's conflicts is established.I'll also look into the faithful, trusting eyes of my puppies - dignified, serene little Scottie, Dagie, and big Dane, strong and understanding, and Helge, warm, childish and playful My friendship has brought me great comfort.On a busy first day, I'll also look at the simple little things in my room, I'll look at the warm colors of the rug under my feet, the paintings on the walls, the gracious little things that turn a house into a home .My eyes will rest with admiration on the books in Braille that I have read, but those in print, read by those who can see, will interest me even more.In the long dark nights of my life, the books I have read and those that have been read to me have been a great beacon of brilliance, showing me the deepest channels of life and soul.On the afternoon of the first day I could see, I would go on an excursion into the forest, intoxicate my eyes with the beauty of nature, and for a few hours desperately absorb the glorious expanses so often open to the sighted. spectacle.On my way back from a forest excursion, I shall walk the paths near the farmstead, in order to see the horses working the fields (perhaps I will only see a tractor), and the easy-going people living close to the land, and I shall Pray for a glorious sunset.When twilight falls, I shall be delighted to see by means of man-made light, and when nature proclaims darkness, man has ingeniously created lights to extend his sight.On the first night of vision, I will not be able to sleep, filled with memories of the day.

Every second day when I have vision the next day, I will rise at dawn to watch the moving miracle of night turning into day.I shall gaze in awe at the majestic panorama of dawn as the sun awakens the sleeping earth.On this day I will take a hasty glance at the world, at the world past and present.I want to see the wonders of human progress, the endless epochs and millennia.How can so many years be compressed into one day?Through the museum, of course.I have often visited the New York Museum of Natural History and touched many of the exhibits on display there, but I have longed to see for myself a brief history of the earth and its inhabitants—animals and men depicted in their natural settings, Fossils of gigantic dinosaurs and stegodonts roamed the earth long before man came along and conquered the animal kingdom with his diminutive stature and powerful mind; the museum also offers lifelike presentations of animals, humans, and labor The development of the tools that humans used to create a safe and secure home for themselves on this planet; the museum also presents countless other aspects of natural history.I do not know how many readers of the text have seen the living zoo in all its various forms depicted in that fascinating museum.Of course, many people do not have this opportunity, however, I believe that many who do have the opportunity do not take advantage of it.It's really a good place to use your eyes there.You who have sight can pass many rewarding days there, but I, with the help of my imaginary three days of sight, can only pass by a fleeting glimpse.My next stop will be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the physical appearance of the world, so the Metropolitan Museum of Art reveals the countless facets of the human spirit.Throughout human history, the human desire for artistic expression has been almost as strong as the desire for food, shelter, and reproduction.Here, in the vast halls of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the spirit of Egypt, Greece, Rome, expressed in their art, unfolded before me.I clearly know the gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile country by hand.I touched the replica of the Parthenon and felt the rhythmic beauty of the Athenian stormtroopers.Apollo, Venus, and Samorys, the God of Wings of Victory, all make me fondle admiringly.Homer's gnarled and bearded face is dear to me, for he also knew what it means to be blind.My hand reluctantly longs for the lifelike marble sculptures of Rome and the later period, my hand strokes Michelangelo's moving and heroic stone statue of Moses, I feel the power of Rodin, and I am in awe of the Goths. Woodcut piety.These touchable works of art are very meaningful to me. However, they are not so much for people to touch, but rather for people to see, and I can only guess the beauty that I can't see.I can appreciate the simple lines of a Greek vase, but not its patterned decoration.So this day, a second day of light, I will search the soul of man through art.I will see what I know by touch.Even better, the whole magnificent world of painting would open to me, from the early Italian art with its radical religious overtones to the modern art with its fanciful style.I will carefully observe the oil paintings of Raphael, Da Vinci, Titian and Rembrandt.I want to feast my eyes on the warm colors of Veronesa, study Al.The mystery of El Greco, revisiting nature from the paintings of Corot.O you who have eyes to appreciate such richness and beauty in the art of all ages!In my short visit to this temple of art, I cannot comment at all on the great art world that Minkai has before me, I shall only get a superficial impression.Artists tell me that in order to achieve a true and profound appreciation of art, one must train the eye.One must learn by experience to judge the quality of line, composition, form, and colour.How happy I would be if I had the vision to engage in such fascinating research!But, I hear, for many of you with eyes, the art world is still a world to be explored.I reluctantly leave the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which holds the keys to beauty.However, people who can see often need the Capital Museum of Art to find this key to beauty.The same key still waits in smaller museums or even on the shelves of small libraries.However, in my imaginary limited time with vision, I should choose a key that can open the place with the greatest treasure in the shortest time.My second night of sight, I'm going to spend in the theater or movie theater.Even now I am often present at various performances in the theatre, but the plot must be spelled into my hand by a companion.And yet, how I should like to see Hamlet in all his charms, or Falstaff alive in his bright Elizabethan finery!How I longed to watch every graceful movement of Hamlet, every swagger of the spirited Falstaff!Since I can only see one play, it makes me feel very embarrassed, because there are dozens of plays I want to see.We have vision and can see any scene you like.When you look at a play, a movie, or any spectacle, how many of you, I wonder, are aware of and grateful for the sight that enables you to enjoy its colours, its grace, its movement?Because I know that in a range limited to hand touch, I can't have rhythmic movement beauty.But I can only vaguely imagine the beauty of the baldrova, though I know a little about rhythmic pleasure, because I can often feel the beat of the music as it shakes the floor.I can well imagine that rhythmic movement, must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world.I can deduce something by running my fingers over the lines of the marble statue.If this kind of static beauty can be so cute, the dynamic beauty you see must be even more exciting.One of my most cherished memories is that of Joseph.Jefferson asked me to act out his beloved Reb.Ten thousand.Wink touched his face and hands.I can more or less experience the world of drama, and I will never forget the joy of that moment.But how much I longed to see and hear the interplay of dialogue and action in the midst of a theatrical performance!And how much pleasure you who can see should derive from it!If I could see just one play, I would know how to describe the action of nearly a hundred plays that I have read or learned in Braille.So, on the second night of my fictional sight, I didn't sleep well and spent the night enjoying dramatic literature.

In the morning of the third day, I will greet the dawn again, eager to find new joys, because I believe that for those who can really see, the daily dawn must be a new beauty that will be repeated forever.According to the duration of my fictional miracle, this will be my third and last day of sight.I shall have no time to spend in regrets and longings, for there is so much to see.The first day I dedicated to my animate and inanimate friends.On the second day, I showed the history of man and nature.Today, I will spend my time in the present day-to-day world, to the places frequented by people who go about their lives, and where else can you find so many activities and so many situations of people as in New York?So the city became my destination.I started from my home, the small, quiet suburb of Forest on Long Island.Here, surrounded by green meadows, trees, and flowers, there are neat little houses, full of happy sounds and activities of women and children, very happy, and a peaceful resting place for the working people of the city.Driving across the steel ribbon bridge that spans the River East, I had a new vision of the power and ingenuity of the human mind.Busy boats rattle and scurry across the river—speedy skiffs, slow, snorting tugboats.If I still have days to see, I shall spend many hours gazing at the delightful scene in this river.I looked ahead, and in front of me rose the strange towers of New York—a city that seemed to have been lifted from the pages of mythology.What an awesome building!These splendid church steeples, these vast embankments of ancient steel—as if the gods had built them for themselves.This vivid picture is part of the daily lives of millions of people.I don't know how many people will look at it; cast a glance back?I'm afraid there are very few.They turned a blind eye to this majestic scene because it was all too familiar to them.I hurried to the top of one of those colossal structures, the Empire State Building, where, not long ago, I had "viewed" the city through the eyes of my secretary, eager to compare my imagination with reality.I believe that all the scenery in front of me will not disappoint me, because it will be another world to me.At this point, I started to travel around the city.First of all, I stood on the corner of a busy street, just looking at people, trying to understand their lives by observing them.Seeing their smiles, I feel happy; seeing their serious decisions, I feel proud; seeing their pain, I can't help being filled with sympathy.I'm walking down Fifth Avenue.I looked around, and my eyes didn't turn to a specific target, but only looked at the kaleidoscope-like colorful scene.I am sure that the colors of the dresses of the women in those moving crowds must be a splendid sight which never tires me.Yet if I had sight, I might be like most women--interested in the fashion of individual garments, and less concerned with masses of brilliant colour.And I'm sure I'll become a die-hard window shopper, because it must be a feast for the eyes to look at these countless beautiful displays.From Fifth Avenue, I'll do a tour of the city--to Park Avenue, to the slums, to the factories, to the parks where the children play, and I'll visit the Alien Quarter for a walk without going out. overseas travel.I keep my eyes wide open on the whole panorama of happiness and misery, so that I can investigate deeply and learn more about how people work and live.My mind is filled with images of people and things.My eye, never letting go of a little thing easily, strives to pay close attention to everything it sees.Some scenes are delightful and intoxicating; others are utterly bleak and pathetic.For the latter, I never close my eyes, because it is also a part of life.Closing your eyes in front of them is equivalent to closing your heart and mind.My third day of vision is coming to an end.Maybe there are many important and serious things that need to be seen and done in the remaining time.However, I am afraid that on the last night, I will go to the theater again to see a lively and interesting play, so as to appreciate the harmony in the human heart.At midnight, my brief moment of escape from the plight of the blind man was over, and the eternal night of lottery approached me again.In those short three days, I naturally couldn't see everything I wanted to see.Only when the darkness came upon me again did I realize how much I had left unseen.Yet my heart is so full of sweet memories that I have little time for regret.After that, every item I grope for, my memory will vividly reflect what that item looked like.My how-to; three-day brief account of regaining sight may not reconcile with what you would do for yourself if you knew you were going to go blind.However, I believe that if you do face that fate, your eyes will be turned to as many things as you have never seen before, and stored in memory for the long night ahead.You will use your eyes better than ever. Everything you see is so precious to you, and your eyes will be full of everything that comes within your sight.Then, you will truly see a world of beauty unfolding before you.I who am blind can give one hint to those who see -- one admonition（警告）to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind.The same approach can be applied to other senses as well.Hear the music, the song of the birds, the mighty strains of the orchestra, as if tomorrow you would be stricken deaf.Touch everything you want to touch, as if tomorrow your sense of touch would fail.Smell the fragrance of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again.Make the most of every sense, and be proud of all the pleasant and beautiful details which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which nature offers you!Of all the senses, however, I believe sight must be the most pleasing to the eye. "

I hope Yang Kang is as strong and optimistic as Helen Keller.

People's hearts are like endless books, and life is like scenery.We often sigh that the most difficult thing to understand in the world is people, and the hardest thing to guess is the human heart.Whether a person is humble or noble, it is a heavy book.Reading people is more difficult than concentrating on reading a book. Some people even read it all their lives without understanding or understanding it thoroughly.

Yes, it is very simple to know a person, as simple as washing your face, eating a piece of candy, and smoking a cigarette, but it is very difficult to understand a person, sometimes it is as difficult as walking into a gossip circle.Because human nature determines that people's hearts are fickle.A person's heart will be fickle because of love, love, selfish desire, and profit. It is difficult to understand a person, and it is also difficult for others to understand.

Some people, even close relatives, get close to you when you are healthy and have no disasters, and have a warm friendship with you, but when you are really in trouble, they hide from you like a plague god, quietly leave.

——For such a person, you must not blame him.Because people don't want to share difficulties with you anymore, and they don't want to add trouble to themselves.Perhaps, he really encountered a difficult situation at this time.Therefore, you still have to maintain a normal heart to forgive him and cherish the love he gave you before.

Some people, when you are a leader, flatter you, flatter you, win your favor, and do this and that for them.And when you abdicate and need his comfort at home, but he leaves far away, and you even take the initiative to call to invite him to drink tea or go out for a walk together, but he always says that he is too busy, and then he doesn’t even call. I don't want to pick it up.

——For such a person, you must forgive him.Because he used to look at your power and your might.Because you have the ability to help him solve problems and eliminate difficulties.Now that you are an ordinary person and have no power in your hands, there is no need to curry favor with you.At the same time, you should reflect quietly and warn others not to be superior when you have power, and to do as many good deeds as you can for people, instead of giving benefits to whoever flatters you.

Some people seem to have smeared honey on their mouths in front of you, and they talk about you in a cloud, but they speak bad things about you in private, and there are filthy undercurrents hidden in their hearts.

—Don't hate him for such a person.Because his principles of life have deviated, don't be as knowledgeable as him.Such a sweet-mouthed person, he is either jealous of you or looks down on you. In fact, his way of life is also very tiring and tiring. You should understand his way of life and wait for his return of humanity and introspection!At the same time, you must reflect on your own words and deeds, change them if you have them, encourage them if you don't, and be an open-minded person.I have personally experienced such a thing, a friend who thinks he is as good as me, like a sister, gave me the lowest score in the assessment.When the colleague sitting next to her told me, although she was very angry, but thinking about it carefully, she was jealous of her work and life better than him.So, I enlightened myself to think a little bit, to influence her with my sincerity, until today she doesn't know about it, and we are still the same as before.

Some people think that their husbands are powerful and rich, so they devote all their energy to putting on makeup and dressing up their clothes. Deep down, however, there is emptiness, full of ignorance and vulgarity.Aside from talking about eating, drinking and having fun with one mouth, the appearance of being uneducated, unrefined, and connotative is extremely exposed, but one does not know that there is a book full of flamboyance.

——For this kind of person, you must not despise her.Because her dress is just a hypocritical appearance, and her inner knowledge, character and temperament can never be decorated with money.At the same time, we also need to reflect and compare our own behaviors from them, so as to encourage ourselves to use reading to enrich our minds and use self-cultivation to regulate our words and deeds.

Some people stand by and even laugh when you are sweating hard.But when you picked the fruit, he came to ask for your fruit calmly.Just like when writing a thesis or setting up a project, you think hard and work hard, and when it is about to be published, he asks you to be named.Another example is hardworking people digging, planting, and watering against the wind and rain on the roadside or idle land.Isn't it just a handful of vegetables? He laughed at you for being stingy when he saw it, but when the vegetables lost, he would secretly steal them, and said they were pollution-free vegetables.

——Don’t be disgusted with this kind of person.Because your hard work has brought fruit and other people's approval, you should give it to him with a smile on your face, or even take the initiative to deliver it to your door.Because giving someone a rose has a lingering fragrance in his hands, and as time goes by, he will also learn to respect and love himself, and to be self-reliant and self-reliant.

When you read others, you are actually reading yourself.While reading truth, goodness, and beauty, you are also reading the hypocrisy behind sanctimonious appearance, the ugliness behind beauty, the insidiousness behind a smile, and the indifference behind enthusiasm.To read people, the most important thing is to understand how to behave.Reading people is to let oneself win many strengths, so as to be an upright and noble person.Therefore, when reading people, you must learn to be tolerant, rational, transposition, and magnanimous, so that you can gather abundant honey like a bee among flowers, and only then can you read something that is beneficial to you. since