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I remember a famous person once said: To read a good book is to have a conversation with a great and noble soul. I don't know what kind of soul can be called great, everyone has the right to judge others, whether they are dead or remnants or imminent.

In the ruts where the wheels of history are stranded through the rolling yellow sand, what can leave traces must be what people do not want to forget and cannot forget. In these immortal engravings, I prefer to remember Zhuangzi, the Taoist soul who advocates freedom and is revered as Xiaoyaozi. Although I can't travel through time and space to meet his life and wander the mountains and forests together, I can find his footsteps in "Zhuangzi", because there is his eternal soul.

Everyone's life is a living book. Because of the variety of life, it has also created a book of life with a variety of different forms. I envy the ancients that there were no books to read, so that the books would be precious, and the life in the books would eventually become eternal.

I like to live a quiet and free life, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, singing according to heaven and earth in a place where there is no red dust trouble, and walking by the mountains and rivers. So I chose the tranquility of my soul and clinged to a loneliness in the endless flow of people, so I chose "Zhuangzi", and even more chose Zhuangzi.

The first time I read "Zhuangzi", I felt a long-lost coolness permeating my whole body, and my originally flashy and tumultuous heart calmed down in an instant. Rather than calling it a book, it is better to say that it is a treacherous spiritual picture, full of "absurd words, absurd words, gratuitous words", a lonely, passionate and persistent tears. I can only use my heart to comprehend the true meaning of his imagination.

The evaluation of it may be as Lu Xun said: its writing is full of oceans, thousands of manners, and the works of the sons of the late Zhou Dynasty can not be the first. In the Zhuangzi, everything in nature has a soul, has a human temperament, and thinks like a human being.

There are Kunpeng who migrate by the wind, and there are short-sighted Shu, each with its own soul and thought. In fact, how can this not be the case? Is it to be a kunpeng that spreads its wings and swims, or is it a quirk that is content to be satisfied?

Only we can give our own answers. Compared with other pre-Qin princes, Zhuangzi is more accustomed to using vague and hidden clues to penetrate profound thoughts and strong feelings, just like in "Xiaoyaozi", from Kunpeng spreading his wings to Liezi walking against the wind, the extravagant clues are to point out that "no one has self, God and man have no merit, and the saint has no name". Maybe in that era, you could only put your thoughts and feelings on this!

Zhuangzi inherited from Lao Tzu, but he was different from Lao Tzu. Lao Tzu advocated "rule by inaction" and "small countries and widows", while Zhuangzi also emphasized the idea of forgetting the form and avoiding harm, and useless is of great use, but it is more of the realm of "heaven and earth are born together with me, and all things are one with me". This kind of realm is not something that everyone can do, and it is precisely because of this that it is extraordinary.

Willing to live in poverty, despising wealth and glory, trying to maintain an independent personality in the world, and pursuing the spiritual freedom of being at ease, this is the eternal soul wealth that you have bestowed upon your descendants!

Under normal circumstances, it is left to its own devices. Have you heard the story?

People need to know that they want money, and if the money is not there, they will have no money.

What I do at work is reversed, and the work is gone. There is no feeling of surprise and joy at work. No one will listen to my report, what I find difficult to solve as a person is asking for money, and what is hidden when there is no money is thinking.

Thinking is doing things, just a psychiatrist, right? There's no way around it, but I don't know where to start. Just wondering what I should do?

Do you make it out? I wrote down the classics: 1 think, 2 do, 3 success. That's it.

I think about it, and success is not the same as what I think about in the test, although it is different, but I don't think about it well, and I do it wrong. Didn't work out. I thought about it and did it without success.

What a beautiful memory. And what a happy imagination. In different places, it was not one person who heard singing again.

It's a duet song.,2 people sing in a chorus with different voices.,You don't listen to it, you hear it... Listen to the beautiful voice. I'm going to hear it to you again.

Write down good memories in the mess!