bookrebus Chapter 761 The wind has an appointment, the flowers have a mistake, and they never let each other d
Chapter 761 The wind has an appointment, the flowers have a mistake, and they never let each other d
Li Moer looked at the last few people. Han Xinyi came out and said, "Boss, I don't want classical poetry. Can you write me a modern poem? Hmm, write about how sincerity may not be rewarded."
When everyone heard this, it seemed that the girl had encountered a setback in her relationship.
Li Moer glanced at Teacher Han. She really didn't know anything about Teacher Han's relationship, so she found a larger piece of rice paper and carefully recalled an article she had read in her previous life that left a deep impression on her. Then she wrote on the rice paper:
I used to think that the wind has an appointment and the flowers have mistakes, and they never let each other down year after year. Later I understood that no flower is a flower from the beginning, and no flower remains a flower in the end. I said to the silkworm, we will see each other again next year. The silkworm said to me, we will meet again in the next life. Flowers bloom in half a lifetime, and flowers wither in half a lifetime. Looking back on the past half of my life, I believe in seven parts bittersweet and three parts sweet. Many things I didn’t believe in before, I believe in them now, such as fate, destiny, reincarnation, and cause and effect. The person who makes you experience the calamity of love is the one who will save you in this life. Love paid for may not be rewarded, and sincerity may not bring happiness. The gathering and separation of life is normal, caused by cause and effect, and are all destined. Every thought is a calamity, and letting go of a thought is a rebirth. The heart changes with tranquility, which is helpless but also courageous. Give time, time, let the past go, let the beginning begin. For the rest of my life, the past will be quiet, blessed, warm, and prosperous with four seasons!
Everyone fell silent as they read Li Moer's essay, which should be called a prose poem. Han Xinyi, tears streaming down her face, walked up to Li Moer, hugged her tightly, and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you!"
After the ink dried, Han Xinyi carefully rolled up the article and walked aside to make room for others. Looking at Han Xinyi again at this time, he was no longer as melancholy as before, and the whole person seemed to have been reborn.
Deputy Minister Hao said, "How about Deputy Director Li also write me an article to motivate himself?"
Li Moer nodded, raised his hand and wrote:
Forty years have passed, and half my life has been bleak. Once, I was self-disciplined and driven, my heart agitated, dreaming of a red horse and a white robe, full of pride. But the daily grind of life has dampened my spirit, stained it with the frost of the wind. Yet! My passion remains, so why fear the vicissitudes of life? The road ahead is long, and though it besets countless obstacles, we must rise and pack our bags. My former ambitions, shall not be undone by a minor illness! Break free from these mundane shackles, break free from those tangled webs of triviality, take up my sword and mount my horse, reignite my edge, and make sure this second half of my journey shines brightly, making this journey worthy of our very existence!
When Li Moer finished writing, everyone cheered. Deputy Minister Hao was so happy that his back teeth were exposed: "Good, good, a sentence that shines brightly, it is worth coming to this world!"
Zheng Zhihua, leaning on a cane, took two steps forward. "Boss, please write me one too. When I was young, I loved playing around and didn't study hard. Later, I got injured playing around, and now I can only work in a factory. But now I'm fine. Fortunately, the boss noticed me and I got a job in the factory. Maybe I can make some achievements in singing in the future."
Li Moer thought for a moment, then picked up his pen and wrote: I am the eldest son in the family. I was born in a farming family and grew up in the mountains and villages. When I was young, I knew that all other things were inferior except reading.
But I didn't understand the deeper meaning.
My father taught me carefully, but I forgot everything.
Just wasting time and wasting time
Born at a young age, full of confidence and ambition
Wandering around and experiencing the hardships of life.
Suddenly I realized that I am already thirty years old. I regret it and hate it.
I wanted to be diligent so as not to be controlled by others.
Later, I felt that I was not knowledgeable enough and was very independent!
I am afraid that my parents will reach their sixties.
Fang felt ashamed towards his parents.
Now I am short of money,
After many twists and turns, I finally realized that
Everything is fate,
It’s not up to anyone at all!