Talk about cocoon

"Life is like a silkworm, wrapped in a cocoon. Once I was very happy, the drill was also with me. " Lu You's understanding of life cannot but be profound. However, not all silkworms can eventually emerge into moths.

Because I think the waiting of life is a cocoon. If we don't break through it, people will die of old age in "waiting" and never break out of the cocoon.

Today, I saw all kinds of cars parked on both sides of the road, and parents were waiting for their children to finish the college entrance examination. Looking at those cold rooftops motionless under the impact of wind and rain, I seem to understand the feelings of my parents sitting in the wind and rain-just waiting for a hope and a dream.

Parents are willing to spend time waiting for their children. Because they believe that children are the continuation of their lives, children are all their hopes, and children are the realization of their dreams. They don't fight for their ideals as they did when they were young. They think their time is over and they want to rest-they have entered a long waiting process. Waiting for the success of children, but also waiting for their own death!

While the parents are waiting, so are the children.

The children are waiting for the class to be over, waiting for their parents to take shelter from the wind and rain, waiting for them to return to their warm homes and jump into the soft and comfortable big bed. Their waiting is also a cocoon. They spit out the expectations of their parents and teachers, surround themselves in circles, and bind themselves one by one. This cocoon is gorgeous in appearance and tough in texture, which binds them tightly together. They dream in this cocoon and talk about their ideals comfortably in this cocoon. They believe that when they grow up, they will naturally gain wealth and status and make contributions to society and the country. I think all silkworms can feather into moths.

They just wait. Waiting became a cocoon. The teeth that bind them and are used to eating mulberry leaves are aging because of waiting, and the thin feet are deteriorated because of waiting. They slowly rotted while waiting-they failed to soar in the sky in the end.

Waiting is a cocoon. If you can't break through, life can't be sublimated.

Are you still waiting?