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Morning Melodies of the Mountains: Finding Serenity in Grandmother’s Rural Rhythm
Rural existence amidst craggy terrain and meandering rivers exudes perennial tranquility. The firmament, yet to dawn with its luminosity, ensconces everything in the embrace of a sweet reverie. The air bears the redolence of damp earth, imbued with a nocturnal coolness. Mist-shrouded mountains loom like a bashful maiden, concealing her countenance behind a pipa cradled in her arms. The distant fields, lightly veiled in mist, assume a hazy visage, reminiscent of an incomplete ink painting. Amidst this serenity, the venerable grandmother has already arisen. Her industry appears to have crystallized into a habitual cadence, a life-sustaining rhythm. Adroitly stoking the wood stove and replenishing the kettle with water, she patiently…
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Finding Serenity in the Ordinary: A Journey of Quietude and Contentment
The zephyr is exceedingly gentle, the nebulous formations possess an ethereal quality, and the heavens exude an azure brilliance. I invariably retreat to the realm of the commonplace with this fanciful reverie. During those delimited moments of reprieve, I endeavor to conjure a poetic and resplendent aesthetic. The commencement of my pedestrian sojourn remains elusive, as I traverse the precincts of silence, gradually cultivating an affection for this ambiance: serene and gratifying, tranquil and congenial. As articulated by Borges in “Tranquil Congratulations”: “Time consumes me. I am more silent than my own shadow. I walk slowly, like someone who comes from afar without any hope of reaching…” Upon each perusal,…
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The Tale of Two Dogs: A Lesson on Happiness and Simplicity
I once possessed a pair of canines. One of them was a German shepherd bestowed upon me by a companion. It boasted a distinguished lineage, exuded a noble demeanor, and possessed a dignified countenance. I dared not be remiss in my care, ensuring it received daily provisions of delectable bones and succulent meat. Occasionally, I indulged it with lamb broth and milk. Over time, it grew disdainful of anything but the finest cuts of meat and the most exquisite bones, including keel bones and swine hides. It even dismissed the high-priced dog food procured from the supermarket, akin to a pampered damsel. Yet, I discerned a profound discontent and burdensome…
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The Aesthetic Thoughts of the Turtledove and the Thrush
I have carefully observed two kinds of birds and found that they are very aware of beauty. Turtle doves love to rest on the roof and make melodious calls. They stop there either in groups or alone, patiently singing and reading an old song (perhaps an ancestral family motto) over and over again, and sometimes they spend the whole afternoon doing this. On some roofs, they squat for a while, After scribbling a few times, it turned around and flew away, and rarely came here again. why is that? Through comparison, I know the reason: the roofs they don’t want to stay for a long time are mostly those rough…
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The Art of Choosing: Why Less is More in Our Age of Endless Options
The two interests choose whichever is more important, and every choice we make is to “earn”. Therefore, more choices are always better, and I don’t think there is anything wrong. In the era of material scarcity, there is one more choice, one more initiative, and even one more enjoyment. Not to mention doing big things, it often takes a lot of manpower, material resources and time to research and propose multiple sets of options for decision-making. However, what counts as earning and losing? Time is life. Anything that consumes time and cannot produce value or contribute to value improvement will become a burden to life. Time is more precious…
