As long as life is not closed, there must be light in life.

Life is like a coin, there are always two sides, one is good and the other is bad.

Sometimes, you look very busy around you, but in fact you are very lonely inside.

Sometimes, the front looks muddy, but there are flowers in the end.

At the moment you drop a coin, you can never predict whether it is heads or tails, sadness or happiness.

But if it is good or bad, is it sad or happy?

No matter how dark it is and how far the road is, as long as life is not closed, there must be light in life, maybe just a little light, but brighter than the sun.

(1) Looking for a glimmer of light ahead.

Some people say that if you don't pick up the trivial happiness in life, you will never feel happy again.

I'm impressed.

Life will only fluctuate in the cycle if it continues in suffering.

Last night, my colleague Liu Jie sprinkled dog food in a circle of friends. It was sweet through the screen.

Looking at the photos of him and her husband in love together, I remembered the noisy days when they played 30 rounds a day a few years ago.

Sister Liu is 40 years old this year. She was grumpy when she was young, and her husband was even more grumpy.

It is common for them to quarrel for three days, and it is common for them to fight for five days. Divorce is easy for others to hear cocoon.

The reasons for the quarrel are almost trivial things, such as "I help the children with their homework" and "You don't care if my mother comes".

When there was a conflict, they really went to court, and both sides were determined to divorce.

During the court mediation, the two separated.

After her husband moved away with her children, Sister Liu lived alone in a house of 100 square meters.

Without her husband's noise and children's crying, her world suddenly became quiet.

Every day there is no one inside and outside the house, the stove is cold and cheerless, and the room is so quiet that it makes people crazy. She was confined to the bed for seven days.

But although the bed sealed her body, it could not seal her heart, and she began to think about the dribs and drabs of their lives.

When you pick up the bowl, you will hear the sound of your husband eating. When you sit in the living room, you will hear the sound of your husband walking slowly. At the bedside, you will think of the sound of your husband grinding his teeth and snoring. These voices, which were once hated by her, were always in front of her.

At this time, she realized that the original life is to have these noises, and fighting is their husband and wife's daily life.

So, she took the initiative to shake hands with her husband very early and continued to live their slapstick life.

Now with the growth of age, they begin to understand each other and give in to each other, but the gears of marriage have been fastened more firmly.

It turns out that the essence of life is the wind chimes connected with these tragic days, and the wind blows and the bells ring. Only when they stumble will they produce harmonious notes.

Life is such a process of trial and error and breaking the ice in trivial matters.

Greasy grain and oil, short and ordinary parents, painful love, homesickness thousands of miles away, will happen every day, every moment and every second.

Only in pale days, let our hearts move, let our eyes become colorful, feel life, enjoy life and understand life, can we find the light source in trivial days.

Everyone's life is different, and not everyone has a bright light, but as long as you are happy with life, you can see that bright light, even if it is only a glimmer of light, you can also synthesize a torch and ignite your heart.

(2) Looking for poems in distant mountains

Some people say: we are always looking for light, but we forget that we can only see light in the dark.

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Who doesn't get lost in the light and look for it in the dark?

Who doesn't laugh in front of people and cry behind their backs?

I was deeply touched when I met my client the day before yesterday.

He is the boss of a company. At first impression, I felt that he was preoccupied. Expensive suits, decent hairstyles and polite words can't restrain his frustration and boredom.

That kind of depressing breath permeates the air, making people feel depressed and unable to breathe. It's like ten days of Mao Mao rain outside the window, which makes people feel agitated and want to escape.

Fortunately, our conversation and communication went smoothly, and we initially reached an intention of cooperation. I was secretly relieved and anxious to leave.

"If we are not in a hurry, let's talk for a while," he began.

"Maybe we can dig up a story." I sat down again and secretly made up countless stories about the ups and downs of shopping malls and the blurred love.

But to my disappointment, his story is an ordinary and ordinary story, a middle-aged man's melancholy and loss.

At first, when I was young, I left home and worked hard. I have a dream, a light and a pursuit, and my life has become a "rose";

Now middle-aged people have a successful career, money, housing and status, but life has become a "plastic flower."

I still have insomnia in the early morning, and I still work overtime in the sunset. The breeze on the wine table is fighting for wine, and the main ups and downs are under the bright moon; There are only cars and sounds in the ear, where there is a heartbeat; In addition to sleeping pills, there are only endless long nights and pillow anxiety.

This is his normal life.

Such a "fake life" often makes him miss the happiness of childhood and envy the poverty and comfort of his brother and sister-in-law in his hometown.

There is no room for a heart in the luxurious office, but there is no room in the big house at home, which makes him feel like a cloud and the tea and rice are not fragrant.

He wants to give up his career and go to Qiangtang. He wants to throw everything away to escape, but he can't let go of the fame and fortune around him, which makes him light-footed and soft, and life is like a deflated balloon.

To tell the truth, I can't give the answer. Isn't his life exactly what I want?

I can't reach his villa all my life, so I can only watch his luxury car from a distance. His great career is also the light that I strive to pursue.

It's strange that people always want to have what they don't have, but they have to let go of what they get.

Now, he is looking for darkness in the "light" and looking for a trough at the top of the mountain, which can only increase his troubles; And I am fighting for the light in the dark, climbing the mountain with my hands and feet at the foot of the mountain, but I am not happy with each other, I am happy.

Maybe everyone has something in their hearts that needs to be awakened and entrusted. Life will smile when there is something in your heart.

Sa Beining once recited a poem in "Classical Poetry", saying that "people who have traveled all over the green hills are not old, and the scenery here is unique".

I think this sentence should be the best answer

Time goes by, and the footsteps pass by in a hurry. Only on the way to the light, keep chasing your dreams and not lose your heart, will life be bright and happiness have roots.

At that time, you will find that "life is poetic and you will always be a teenager".

The heart will only have temperature on the way to chasing dreams, and life can only be rejuvenated in poetry.

There is no need to deliberately pursue poetry. You don't have an umbrella in the drizzle, you have a small heater in the snow, you listen to a song in the traffic jam, and you read a book before going to bed.

A rain, a snow, a song, a book, a quiet action, a restless world and dark pain will flow, jump, warm and shine in our eyes and hearts.

The scenery in our eyes and the light in our hearts will lead us to find our truest self and awaken that brave, frank, sincere and fearless self.

"Poetry" is like a beam of light, let us ride with a sincere heart in this prickly world without fear of wind and rain.

(3) Survival in poetry.

Poetry is a yellow ribbon that embellishes trivial life, and dreams make us live a leap; And triviality is the source of building a poetic life, which will make us live with a foundation.

Both are indispensable.

You can't muddle along, and the poetic life is not divorced from reality. You can only live your own life behind closed doors. Poetry is the world you open the door to. With the ability to practice life at home, you have the courage to open the door and travel far.

Teacher Yu Dan said that once ordinary days become interesting, they will become full of fun. Ordinary days are surrounded by pastoral areas once they are intentional.

Why is our sense of happiness getting farther and farther today, and the light in our hearts getting weaker and weaker?

Just because we are getting farther and farther away from the "pastoral" in our hearts, it is not the green mountains and green waters, not the colorful flowers, but the simplicity and frankness of drinking with the moon.

No matter how busy, no matter how tired, no matter how difficult, no matter how bitter, you should recharge your heart and go further after starting again and again.

Let's leave now. Let's go bravely.

Night and dawn are only separated by a kilometer, and the next morning is the next one.