That was 20 years ago. I remember it clearly now, because it was one of the most profound impressions in my life. One summer I was travelling on the north-west coast of Scotland, at a place called Ayotia, to visit the cottage of the peasant poet Burns. That part of the landscape like the inland sea of Japan more twists and turns. The bay juts out into the mountains into numerous lakes with green water and green hills. The lake and the mountains were always quiet and desolate, and it was not easy to come across a village for miles, full of mountains, valleys, woods, and lawns. When I reached the shore of a lake, I suddenly saw a sea of people -- men and women, young and old, dressed in dark blue and red, the ragged, shambling, creeping, and shaking the earth. It was a famous bathing place. It was Sunday, and people came here to have a good day after six days as oxen and horses in the city. They are showing off their clothes, their hobbies, their flesh, their love, their elegance and village customs. Like the billows of the lake, they all threw themselves into the wild waves of life, enjoying the joy of the day. It was on such an occasion that a preacher, who appeared to be a shoemaker, set up a platform in a nearby lawn and preached to the pleasant-seekers. He also draws a crowd. He shouted, the crowd shouted, the lake shouted, and his words were indistinct except for the familiar words "Heaven," "God," "repentance," and "sin." The crowd was always on the move, sometimes climbing up from the lake to see the priest, and sometimes walking down from the priest. Swimming swimming, listening to the way, in short, are joining in the fun. In the midst of all this, as I stood reflecting, I was suddenly filled with a feeling of emptiness and loneliness, and I wondered about life. What lies before us is clearly life. The first thing that struck me was the incongruity of this life. In the midst of such a quiet lake and mountain, there are so many noisy people laughing and enjoying themselves, just like ants in a Buddhist hall snatches the corpse of insects, which is not enough to be called; Add to this the fact that two priests speak of "heaven" and "repentance" to men and women who drink, smoke, and wear bathing suits with naked arms and legs to make eyes, and it is a strong irony to life. When John the Baptist shouted in the desert that the Savior was coming, his voice was cast into emptiness. What does the Scottish clergyman have to offer John? He is not necessarily knowledgeable in the Word, but is it not empty and empty to steal some of the language of the church and throw it into the ears of the empty-minded? By extension, everything in this world, is not the same? The swimmers, for example, were enjoying themselves, fervently but blindly, mechanically driven by the demands of the living animals. When the sun went down, they returned home, and the beach returned to its original silence, like a song's feast. I felt like the empty and lonely I was right here. But like that large group of people, I also pleased to catch a lively, that day is not wasted, in retrospect, still feel that it is very interesting. Life is like that on the beach, with what painters call Yin and Yang, you jump in to play a part, or just stand by and watch, should make you happy. Who has the right to despise them, or even pity them, when in that instant life is convulsed among those who have received it and are content? Half the world-weary are self-important, and I am ashamed that I am sometimes not immune. Confucius looked at the water, made a deepest sigh forever, he said: "The dead like Sifu, do not give up day and night!" Life is fluid, and the "passing" aspect alone can not help but remind us of destruction and emptiness; But this is not to have to come, but to go if you do not go, you can not come, endless, to read always new. Shakespeare's remark that life is "a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, and without meaning," is an argument, but not an argument. Life is a storyteller, always holding on to so stale "motifs," and every moment of the story is fresh, its own meaning. In this moment there is a new and meaningful story, in this moment we are satisfied, in this moment life is not empty. Life is an instant after an instant to realize, fortunately, it "day and night." When you add up layers of real numbers in a ledger, they never add up to zero. To look for past causes and future causes, rather than seize every moment of life that is being realized, is like looking for the sum of the sum of the numbers. To investigate the initial cause and the most consequences, we should go to "reductio ad infinitum". Philosophers ought to know this, and they are the ones who love to look into the causes and consequences. It is not only immodest, but also unwise. When a thing is realized, its form is there, and its cause and purpose are there. There is fruit in the seed, and there is seed in the fruit. There is no seed and fruit without a plant, and there is no plant without seed and fruit (as my friend Mr. Fei Ming explained in his Theory of Alye Knowledge). For example, a painting, what reason and purpose! Is it not its life, its cause, its object, that it assumes a fresh and perfect form? And compare this picture to a life. Our past life is like painting a picture. Now what we need to focus on is not what fate this picture will have after it is painted, ascribe to eternity or ascribe to destruction, but how to paint it into a picture, with the form and life that a picture should have. Asking for an uncertain future, rather than a grasping present, is just like begging others while carrying pearls and jewels. But in fact many people are counting on future eternity or destruction. When the Great Persian was crossing Hellerspun with a million men on a westward expedition to Greece, he was standing on the platform watching his great army flowing across the strait on the bridge of a ship, when he said to his uncle with a burst of tears, "I think of the shortness of life, and seeing so many men that after a hundred years no one will still be alive, and my heart is suddenly filled with pity." "But there is more to lament in life," replied his uncle. "Our time here is short, and there is not a man, in or out of this great army, who is so fortunate in his life, that at several times he would rather die than live." Both men are right, or at least reflect how most people feel about life. Too short life, so set a variety of methods for eternity. Qin Emperor and Han Wu believed in scholars, seeking gods, and later Taoist alchemy and qi, are the so-called "eternal life" delusion. "It is better to drink fine wine and be a blanket and vegetarian than to seek the immortal by taking food and drinking water." This is the poet's angry words, but the irony can be taken seriously. Perhaps, to be fair, there is a deeper implication.

I'm a slow talker by nature. If I wasn't crazy, I wouldn't have a stand-up comedian. To this day, Zhang Jiaxin feels this way. He is making rapid progress. After speaking for four months, he landed a gig at the Crazy show -- a leap for newcomers. At the end of the show, in the relaxed atmosphere of dinner, a fellow performer suddenly asked him, in front of everyone else, a question no one in the club had ever asked him before: "Xiao Jia, what the hell is going on with you?" He leng for a moment, calmly answer: "is a neurological disease, the doctor said may not be able to recover." Beneath his calm exterior, he had a feeling that his scar had been torn open. He doesn't talk about his body off-stage, much less on stage. "It was a very mysterious part of me at that time, and I couldn't say it, or I didn't have that kind of openness." Xiao Jia said. With this self-preservation in mind, in December 2020, he went to the Laugho Culture training Camp. For five days he maintained a state of trepidation and was polite to everyone. "It's hard for me to ask people if I can have a meal, including on wechat, and I'm afraid of causing social distress to others." 'he said. The first day of open mic, Xiao Jia did not do well. Between classes the next day, he summoned up courage and asked Cheng Lu, the chief scriptwriter of Xiaoguo Culture, how to revise it. "It's not the jokes. You can't pretend something doesn't exist." This time, Cheng decided to skip the euphemism, "You may not want to talk about these things, but there will be confusion, not knowing whether you are performing or really have a physical problem. You have to get rid of the elephant in the room first." In the days leading up to the performance, Xiao Jia had a lot of questions on her mind: "Should I talk or not? Will the audience take it? Can I handle it myself? Can I tell it well?" He wrestled and wrote in that direction. Until the last day, he made up his mind. He won the third place in the graduation show. "The response was the most enthusiastic I've seen in six months." "He recalled. Elephant This elephant is born. At the age of three, Zhang Jiaxin could not speak. His mother read Tang poems to him every day and let him feel the vibrations in her throat. One day, he suddenly could pronounce. But to this day, his pronunciation is not smooth. The illness caused some trouble with his movement. He walks slowly and his hands often shake. Because his right hand was more difficult to control than his left, he wrote with his left hand. However, his writing was still very slow and he could not finish his composition in every exam. Today, he types with only one hand, straining to hold the microphone on stage. When I met strangers, his hands would subconsciously behind his back; When sitting in a chair, he would press his hands firmly under his hips; He did not dare to carry the bowl at dinner for fear that his hands would shake and make the dishes fall out. Once, the barber said to him, "Is there something wrong with you? Why do you keep moving around?" Since then, getting a haircut has been an ordeal. Relatives would talk to his parents to his face. Aunt was the person who loved him the most, but she would also say something very direct: "You should practice this hand, or you will go out to find a job later who will want you." The speaker has no intention, but the listener has heart. Mr Zhang instinctively felt that such comments "would be embedded in me". In elementary and middle school, he was bullied by his classmates. Bullying doesn't need a reason. They called him names, kicked him and hit him. As he passed down the hall, a whole row of students stared at him in a strange way. He changed school once, from the town to the county, so in addition to the body, discrimination is another layer, "you are a child from the countryside". His grades plummeted and he was held back. Faced with bullying, he fought back once. But fighting back resulted in an even harder beating. He learned to live with it. No resistance, no intercession, no tears. "It's like it's becoming routine, and people like me deserve to be bullied," he said. Two times in his memory, he cried because of his body, both from teachers. Once in junior high school, a straight-talking teacher said to him in the office, "I see that your handwriting is not good. You should have some disability in your hand. But it takes practice." He felt a great deal of resistance, and of course he did badly on the exam. Until one day in the second semester, he wrote a letter in his exercise book and shared his ideas with the teacher. The teacher apologized, saying he had made an honest mistake, and his heart was open. Another time, in a high school English class, the teacher used the word "disabled" as an example. He was so angry that he went to talk to his teacher after class, but this time he didn't get an apology. "In this case, you have to admit that the fire is not covered in paper." "Said the teacher. Outside the campus, he faced more "special treatment." After high school, he took a summer job in a factory. Other workers talked about him in front of him, except for an aunt who cleaned and was kind to him. But at the end of the first day, she had two one-dollar bills and asked him, "Do you know how much these two bills add up to?" He would later joke about it on talk shows, but as it happened, "it felt like the world was falling apart." In the second year of middle school, Zhang Jianxin had his first real friend: a girl named Lu Weiping from his class. Lu Weiping is a pretty girl who has a bad temper but is very popular. It was not until she became friends with Zhang Jiaxin that she noticed that he was bullied by others in the class. Every time this happened, she would stand up and fight back against the annoying boys. Her starting point is always "why did they go so far?" rather than "Jiaxin is pathetic." It was a friendship that continues to this day. After graduating from high school, Lu Weiping received birthday wishes from Zhang Jianxin every year. In turn, she seldom remembers his birthday. During Lu Weiping's two years abroad, Zhang Jianxin would buy some fruits and gifts to visit her home and chat with her family during festivals and festivals. He won't tell her the whole story. Her family told it after the fact. In 2020, Lu Weiping got married, and Zhang Jiaxin drew a painting for her. He planned a show at the wedding without telling her. He gathered a few friends from high school, dressed in their school uniforms, and stood in a line on the stage to sing. Finally, each of them presented a flower to the new couple. There was a lot of crying on stage and off. "At school, he would often say that I was a very important person to him. In fact, along the way, I think, he was more with me." Lu Weiping said softly. Xiao Jia, who does not get angry, has a lot of experience in Internet operation and often shares the way of new media with the staff of crazy comedy. Lucy, the club owner, noticed that he kept his posture very low to avoid creating pressure on others. "He would say he didn't know it at all. He learned it slowly." "Said Lucy. Xiao Jia describes herself as a person who does not get angry. "There are a lot of unreasonable little things in this world, but that doesn't mean the world is bad. The world is good." 'he said. Zhang Jiaxin is a sensitive and sensitive person by nature, and you can easily imagine what these two things add up to. So, how did Zhang Jiaxin become the Xiaojia he is today? Li Chunhua, an insurance salesman in Pinghe County, Zhangzhou, Fujian province, ranked top in the sales department assessment every year. In this small county without high-speed rail, insurance is not easy to do, and practitioners come and go, but she has been doing it for more than 20 years. Hard work and honesty are what keep her alive in this industry. In her opinion, this is her son Zhang Jiaxin's character and her most similar two. There is something in her son that the mother is ashamed of. After her son went to college, Li Chunhua found several thank-you letters from the county welfare home when she was sorting through her old things. "Brother, I will study hard in the future." "The letter read. The letter included a photo of his son with his children in class. He did these things without ever telling her. In Zhang Jiaxin's opinion, the head teacher at the beginning of the period is the person who has a great influence on him. At the end of the military training, the class teacher nominated him first. He came in second out of four or five candidates, but he was still very popular. Class teacher is not preferential treatment for him, Zhang Jiaxin did not write homework, will also be bamboo hand plate. But that's what he wants -- to be treated like a normal person. Everything connected. He had his first friend, and then more friends. To many of Mr. Zhang's friends, his parents' choice not to have another child was a form of protection. "We had family planning at that time, and we had to get that certificate." Li Chunhua did not name the certificate. "Why do I have this label for my son?" She said, "I put this label on him for the rest of his life. Some people say that what do you do that certificate, there is a subsidy, the society has special care for him, we do not need this. What he wants depends on his own efforts. In our minds, he is a normal person." Zhang Jiaxin went to the best primary school and middle school in the county, and like many children, he went away to college. Sunshine and the sea optimistic, sunshine, this is a lot of friends mentioned when Zhang Jiaxin thought of the word. But Mr Zhang defines himself as a pessimist hiding behind an optimistic facade. This state is not innate, but he actively adapt to form. "I'm not a happy person all the time," he says, "but I learn to reduce the perception of happiness." A word of care from others, a hug, a piece of clothing handed to me in cold weather, "I would like to remember for a long time." Not perfect, but complete. Long ago, Zhang Jiaxin identified this sentence as his important philosophy. This statement can be interpreted in many ways, "Everyone has some imperfect and flawed parts, but the person's personality is complete," or "There are good and bad things that make a thing complete in itself." The city of Xiamen may have had a hand in shaping his character. When he is unhappy, he goes to relax. The sea everywhere in Xiamen gave him a sense of openness. When he first entered the workplace, he wanted to find a job related to his university major, but was only offered a sales position with a base salary of 1,500 yuan. He made steady progress towards his goal. In the third year, he finally had an opportunity: the new media operation of B\&B. He liked to study and made great achievements quickly. He was promoted to head of the department. He took the initiative to take on a lot of tasks outside his own, to help the company to open the e-commerce plate. He engineered a tripling of the cafe's revenue. Outside of work, he shared his life online and further became a shop scout blogger. Every weekend he had a very rich time, eating and drinking here and there, taking pictures and Posting them online. After his father died in 2019, he began to understand what his elders meant when they asked him to "take responsibility" -- to take care of those around him. He saw his mother leave all the lights on all night, unable to sleep, and voluntarily made a decision for her: leave the environment. He accompanied his mother to find an apartment, rent, three months later, decorated, moved in. In those days, he went home frequently to be with his mother. Having been a huge burden to him as a teenager, he feels less burdened as an adult. The inner wound healed and the boy became a man. All this, he later concluded, seemed to be setting the stage for his encounter with talk shows. But he also knows, in his heart, that his outward image of sunshine is actually a kind of self-repression. He travels every year, but does not invite any companions because he is afraid to expose his shortcomings by spending too much time with acquaintances. For the same reason, he craves companionship but is resistant to intimacy in a relationship. He avoids talking about the body. And talk shows seem to be an antidote to that.

Ri Bang is my uncle, four years younger than Mr. Ri Sheng, is the youngest child in the family. Day bang since childhood do not love reading, but play up than who are fine, ruthless, crazy. Down the river to touch the fish, on the tree to pick fruit, slingshot birds, cricket fighting, playing marbles, jumping wooden horse, spinning top... I had a great time. Every day after school, calling friends around, not until dark do not go home. My mother groaned over his "red" grade book: "You are a great sweet potato. How can you get into middle school by playing so much?" There was nothing she could do about this naughty little boy. However, everyone did not think, the mother of the mouth of the "big sweet potato", actually is not a "fuel-saving lamp". As the entrance examination approached, he refused the temptation of his friends and companions and studied hard behind closed doors. When his results were announced, he stratted into Yinghua Secondary School in Ipoh, much to the surprise of his teachers and friends. When he entered middle school, he was still funny. Several elder brother, all is the best in the school, partial play around him, every year is in the case of "dangerous" reluctantly go up. His doting mother agreed, "A big sweet potato is always blessed with a big sweet potato. Let him go!" "Big sweet potato" in the high school entrance examination, not chaos, overcome the difficulties, with impressive results graduation. After that, I went to New Zealand and successfully took the Chartered accountant degree. When I married Sun Sheng, he flew back to Ipoh from New Zealand for the wedding reception. He was a big man of a mountain, cheerful, talkative, and witty, faintly a shadow of the urchin of his day. We hit it off immediately and have endless stories to share with each other. After we got familiar with each other, he and I, together with my humorous sister-in-law Huiqin, often joked with each other and exchanged verbal quarrels. The time we spent together was always inlaid with a string of laughter. A few years later, he left New Zealand and settled in Johor. The former "Big Sweet potato" transformed into a corporate warrior with a reputation as a "hard man" and was briefly promoted before being sent to Sarawak as a supervisor. Every time I go home to visit relatives, bags of local products are always filled with luggage. Once, before the Lunar New Year, he even brought back 10 kilograms of rice. I laughed and said jokingly, "Oh, are you fleeing?" He glared at me. "You think pearls are fish eyes! This is the famous Baleo Plateau rice, grown by the Ulu tribe on a mountain about 3,500 feet above sea level. It is produced in very small quantities, sold at very high prices and in short supply. I asked for leave for two days and went up the mountain to buy it." After a pause, he said, "The rice, when cooked, shines brightly. It seems that fireflies gather in the bowl. When the entrance, soft as silk, light as the wind, fragrance is not good! Even if there is no dish to go with it, you will not get tired of eating several bowls in a row!" On New Year's Eve, everyone looks forward to it. But the rice on the table was dull. When the sun saw this, he asked his mother-in-law urgently, "Mom, why don't you cook Barry rice?" Her mother said, "Yes!" The sun banged: "No, it's definitely not..." Her mother stammered: "This rice is too expensive, so I mixed it with ordinary rice and cooked it. It is more durable!" Day bang shocked to ask: "10 kg, you all mixed?" Mother nodded, day bang almost fainted on the ground. My mother-in-law used to farm on Hainan Island, and although she lived comfortably in her later years, she was used to being thrifty, so she could not afford to eat Barrio rice, which was much more expensive than ordinary rice. We laughed for a long time at my mother's cooking of Barrio rice with cheap rice. "Children must learn to tell white lies to make mom's life colorful," she said afterward. From then on, whatever he bought to honor his mother, he always deliberately hid the true price. My mother-in-law enjoyed herself with peace of mind. In the age of no doubt, Ribang was hired by a multinational company, sent to China, in the Shenzhen branch of the independent. Educated solely in English, he studied in Malaysia as a second language in Bahasa Malaysia. After graduating from college, his living and working language is English. For him, Chinese is like a language in the sky. After taking office in China, he carried forward the spirit of "desperate Sanlang", study hard, speak boldly, the pronunciation of the wild dialect made people laugh. He shrugged and said, "As long as I don't laugh at myself!" Within a few months, he learned to speak fluent Mandarin and even exported it. When he goes to a restaurant, he orders in Mandarin, effortlessly reciting the names of a list of dishes. I praised him, he smiled happily replied: "The horse is dead on the ground, live in China, do not know Mandarin can be OK?" "Life is a jar of water. If you put sugar in the water, you will be sweet. If you put salt in the water, you'll be salty. The point is you have to immerse yourself in it. Some people, walking around the water tank all the time, of course, neither salty nor sweet, nothing!" A few words can give you the secret of learning a language. I do know one person who "walks around the water tank", a British-born Chinese who has worked for multinationals in Beijing for many years, and who stutters and stumbles in Mandarin - a problem not of ability but of attitude. A colleague who has worked with him for many years said of him, "In his official work, he is like a guarantee to the public. If someone wants to use the back door, he can't even find a crack in it. Financially, he was a man who had to know exactly where every penny went. He was incorruptible and almost obstinate. In life, he is like Song Jiang, generous and generous, full of personality charm!" When he was half a century old, he told me he wanted to quit his job and live a better life. Naturally, I do not believe him. He is in a high position, how can he throw away such a generous salary for no reason? Besides, he was strong and sharp, and it was a good time to "go to the next level." He sighed and said, "Money is like chains! I have been in China for many years, busy with business. I have always wanted to climb the Great Wall, but I have never had time to do so. Even the big cities and towns near me have no time to visit! Not only regrettable, but also absurd!" I knew that the "urchin" was calling him. Sure enough, it wasn't long before he handed in his resignation and stayed on for two more years, despite repeated requests from the company. After that, no matter who said it, he could not shake his determination to seek freedom. After getting rid of the bondage of work, day bang and his wife went to the ends of the earth. He sent messages and photos from all over the world, and laughter rolled out of my phone. He had no children, and for many years he had paid for any of his relatives who could not afford to send their children to school until they graduated from college. These children have become his brothers and sisters, he often spoil them with big meals and drinks, the family is lively all year round, life is very enjoyable. Twenty years of this pleasant life passed. During the pandemic, he stayed at home and got a round belly from beer. In early December 2021, bad news came out of the blue -- he had been sitting for a long time, his nerve was compressed by a disc, causing severe pain, mobility difficulties, and he had to rely on crutches to get in and out. It's hard to imagine such a vigorous man stumbling. The doctor advised him to have an operation, and he agreed without hesitation. "When the quality of life can be saved by surgery, it's worth the risk," he said. The operation had not yet taken place, but there was another thunderbolt: he had colorectal cancer and had to be surgically removed. Which of the two major surgeries came first? Doctors and friends urged him to stop the cancer first. He calmly considered all possible outcomes and decided to have the disc operation first. "If the disc operation fails and I'm paralyzed and my life is over, why would I bother to have my rectum removed? If the operation is successful, I can safely have another operation and resume my normal life." It is not easy to see your crisis so thoroughly and to handle it so calmly in the dark tunnel of life. As if by miracle, two major operations were carried out without a hitch. He took out the "desperate Sanlang" spirit again, desperately take medicine, desperately do physical therapy, desperately adjust the diet. The success kept coming, and by March 2022, his life was back to normal. In the photo, he waved his golf club high and smiled triumphantly as he chased away the disease. On June 15, 2022, he suddenly drove from Johor to visit us in Singapore and stayed for two days. We are ecstatic because the outbreak has been stopped. We haven't seen each other for more than two years. He laughed as before, but the spirit and appetite are obviously not as good as before, even his favorite roast Suckling pig, also only eat two pieces of chopsticks. Before parting, he said lightly, "The cancer has spread in my body." His voice was so peaceful, as if he were talking about someone else. I didn't realize that death was waiting for me, let alone that he had come to say his last words to us. His wife later told us that the drive between Singapore and Johor was full throttle. Once inside, he was so distracted that he never got up. On July 18, the news came that he was gone. I didn't use the word "bad news" because he was so peaceful. When the quality of life is lost, he does not cling, never. After the funeral, friends and family gathered at his favorite restaurant, ordered his favorite dish, raised their glasses, and said in unison, "Sun bang, cheers!" At this moment, I saw him smile and raise the glass...

Cognitive therapy Cognition refers to people's knowledge and opinions, including thinking, judging, anticipating, understanding and so on. It has long been known that cognitive processes affect mood, emotion, motivation and behavior, and further affect mental health. Cognitive theory in modern psychology defines the overall model of cognitive activity. Cognitive activity can be divided into four stages: in the first stage, stimuli become sensory materials through sensory organs; In the second stage, the sensory material is endowed with specific meaning through the refraction of individual experience and personality structure. In the third stage, individuals analyze and judge the meaning according to their own situation. In the fourth stage, the analysis and judgment of individuals activate the emotional system and motor system, and produce various emotions and behavioral motivations. According to this theory, if we improve the structure of cognitive factors, adjust the logic of cognition, straighten out the connection of each cognitive stage, then we may correct psychological problems, so as to achieve the purpose of psychological counseling. On this basis, cognitive psychology has developed various treatment techniques and methods, the most influential of which is Baker's cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT). The big takeaway from cognitive therapy is that it's not the event itself that causes emotion, but our perception of the event.

How to read required books, is a matter for the experts in each field, I want to talk about today is "not required reading". A great novel. You can make a living without reading it. What I want to say now, however, is that reading is not required reading, but it is a valuable experience of life. This experience, with or without, makes all the difference in life. What is the experience of reading books that are not required? I think the best analogy is "in love". Love is a great school of life, teach us did not understand the truth, let our hearts rich. Reading as a love, is a real spiritual experience, is the exchange and dialogue between life and soul. The author's life, of course, we can not directly experience, but the author wrote a book, just like your lover to talk to you about the feelings of life. A good book is a qualified lover. What is a good lover? It's worth worshipping, it's worth talking to, it's worth talking to, it's worth arguing with, it's just like the relationship between real lovers. Those who find lovers in the sea of books seem to be sick to others. They can't let go of their books, either sad or happy, forgetting to eat or sleep and losing sleep. When reading to forget, nature also want to write a book, that is "love letter" - reading miscellany. It's great privacy, and you're embarrassed to show it to people. A good book is an ideal, unique and interesting mind. This kind of mind is very important to us. When we grow up, we learn to ask questions well at first, but when we grow up, we begin to enter the realm of utilitarianism and develop the habit of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. This is known as "mature", but actually we accumulate a lot of stereotypes and prejudices. When we become stable, we feel that we know everything. This is the scariest. What I'm talking about today is reading, not for entertainment, but for freedom from vulgarity. Reading good, real books, the main purpose is to be free from vulgarity. Why deviate? People who do not read books have ugly faces (life attitude is often vulgar) and tasteless language (speech has no interest and humor, and the content of speech can never be separated from utilitarian or logical things). Reading a book written in words is a valuable experience in life, but it is not a necessary experience in life. An illiterate illiterate, of course, can not read the text of the book, but he still has a lot of opportunities to "read" : he can talk with the gentleman, with the refined gentleman, so, there is an old saying, "talk with you, is better than ten years of books", about this situation. However, there is a lot of difference between being able to read a book with words. Can a man who does not read books meet all kinds of gentlemen and have dinner with him every night? It's a lottery. As for reading books, you can invite all kinds of gentlemen, and you can even arrange a plan for them to come first and last, and communicate with them as you like, and that is the difference. Why is it important to talk to you? Because human life has to mean something. Such a rare life, human life, in the process of its development, always require interpretation. In life, we will encounter setbacks, hardships, successes, joys, whatever it is, our hearts naturally demand interpretation. When suffering to face the brave, smooth to really experience joy. Books can't replace our own interpretation of life, but they can help us. With what kind of people "love", what kind of "love", it depends on our own interpretation of life level.

What the hell am I listening to? Can I still hear the wind in the pines? What exactly am I looking at? How long has it been since I came to the mountains to see the oil tung flowers flying in May? How long have I forgotten to walk this road? Mountaineers step by step come out of the forest path, twists and turns, high and low, you can go all the way over the mountain, down to the earth city.

Perhaps the flowers fall or stay on the tree, is in a different way to complete themselves. I want to tell you about the tung flower of May in Taiwan. I don't know why I want to go up the mountain to see the flowers at this time of frequent wars and epidemics. It used to be seen in Miaoli, Sanyi area of central Taiwan mountains. S: You don't have to go that far. There are oil trees in the suburbs of Taipei. S, who lives on a hillside in Ankeng, on the southern tip of Taipei, calls every few days to say that the Tong flowers on the back hill are already blooming magnificently. The night before I went up to see the flowers, I did not expect a heavy rain all night. The next morning, the sun shone brightly into the room. Is a good sunny day, but still uneasy in the heart, remember whether the night flowers were rained. S said: Come on, Tong flower is always open and fall. When we think of wars not so long ago, when thousands of years of artifacts are destroyed in a single night, when the beautiful object we hold in our fearful hands is suddenly crushed into dust, is there any purpose for our laments and our sorrows when our beauty is gone? Tonghua like snow, from a distance, a mountain is white. Into the woods, the trellis trees are ten feet high. Flowers bloom in the treetops, looking up, palm - sized green leaves lined with a bunch of white flowers. The shape of the flower is not obvious, but the gap between the leaves and flowers fell a piece of sunlight, the sun has a fragrance, like snow in the air. And like thousands of white butterflies, flying all over the sky, up in the air, gather scattered clutch. And down they fell, on the faces and heads and bodies of those who looked up. It fell to the ground, covered the ground, and even the forest path was covered with white fallen flowers. Through the people can not bear to tread, and happy and difficult hesitate to hover. "What shall I do? One of the children jumped up and down, and the people listening laughed.

It is impossible to avoid difficulties in life, because difficulties are what we are bound to face in life. Therefore, the key is not how to avoid difficulties, but we should learn how to deal with difficulties, learn to move forward in difficulties. Although it seems that whenever we encounter difficulties, we need to overcome them immediately, but often in our efforts to analyze and solve the difficulties, we will also unexpectedly gain hidden life enlightenment. What we need, therefore, is for the experience, step by step, to pour into our hearts, to take root and remake us. Why? When we immerse ourselves in the truest experience, and often the clearest revelation, there is always an infinite opportunity for life to reveal itself to us. So we must keep entering into the discussions that difficulties have opened until the gifts or tools they have opened are revealed to us. In the deepest sense, it should not depend on whether we are in a crowd or alone, or where we belong, or whether someone is watching us. The bloom of flowers is never to please anyone, but the realization of their own essential necessity; The eagle never spread its wings to compete with other birds, but the eagle was born so straight into the sky. The same goes for us. The key to our growth is to be unguarded, because being unguarded allows us to be malleable enough to make transformation possible, so that we can find our place in the vast universe and experience oneness with everything else. Let our own petals begin to open, let our wings begin to beat. When we begin to do this, if no one pays attention to, no one cheers, in our blooming or soaring process is enough to temper our ability to face loneliness. But if we are all known and all are watching, even though we need to be gregarious and suppress our own impulses, we can learn through this process who the most sincere partners are and the beauty of true intima

Writing in simple language is only a small part of the Feynman technique. In fact, the Feynman technique is a widely used learning method, because it touches on the fundamental way humans access information. If you understand the basic structure of the human brain, we know that there are both "rational" and "emotional" people living in the brain. The rational person is superior, but the emotional person is more powerful, so most of the time, our emotional behavior is dominated, including the reception of information. It's not hard to understand why each of us is naturally attracted to the lighthearted and simple things. For example, when reading a book or an article, we tend to listen to the story rather than the reason. Once you understand that, I think anyone who writes will adjust the way they create.