About the Internet, how many crazy men and women have been fascinated? How much love and hate have been added? But when a feeling is exhausting, have we ever imagined the original intention? Thousands of worlds, all living beings, every life comes into being with its own reincarnation, the collision between heart and heart, the struggle between fate and share every smile is gentle and beautiful; Every drop of tears, it blurs the far-away back, who is the passer back and forth? Who is who is the eternal persistence we use laughter and tears to irrigate the grievances and the right and wrong. Every day, everyone gives us more or less, deep or shallow feelings with smiles and words and deeds. We often sigh the hardship and helplessness of life, so in this virtual network, will we copy all kinds of life and paste them on the network? Will the leisure and relaxation we want be caused by us? If everyone spreads out the problem, I think they will not deliberately create trouble for themselves, bring the format of life into it, and put the time of leisure and entertainment into the trifles of spirit, if so, wouldn’t it make the originally free space more careful? How should we relax ourselves and solve the pressure? What we seek on the internet is that we cannot be free and easy and tranquil at will in reality? It is a law of freedom to agree and disagree. In life, we are often unable to take care of some people’s emotions and the final choice of some things by our mood because of the choice, so do we have to pay too much attention to this network without any connection? Do we have to use a fixed way to shackle our freedom of words and deeds and thoughts? From the reality to the Internet, we should learn to be a butterfly breaking out of the cocoon instead of being a pupa bound by the cocoon, misinterpreting the pleasure and pleasure that the Internet should have brought to us. The game has nothing to do with success or failure, and happiness is good; it’s good to pour out the inner entanglement and let it go; It’s good to listen to the story in the song and understand it; Happy and sad, each other has a tranquil harbor, waiting for the tired heart to stop at any time. If I accidentally bring the lost emotion to you, it must be my fault; If you comfort and enlighten me, I will find a new force in the understanding words; if you are confused now, please cherish your possession, love your family and friends with your heart. Perhaps, what you feel is light and light now is in the envious eyes of others, don’t know what is the most precious thing until you lose it. What we want should be supplied in reality. Don’t exile too many extravagant hopes to the Internet to pursue. No one belongs to anyone, no one can give anyone a permanent promise, then let it be strange, stop it as strange, so that we can spit it out without any defense, no burden, no restraint, There is no complicated calculation equation between advance and retreat. It’s OK to be free. You stay, I welcome your arrival, you leave, I respect your decision, everyone, you can do what you like according to your heart. The internet is used to build your inner world, not to accumulate resentment. Why let your heart run endlessly in the worldly wisdom. If you are tired, just take a rest, listen to songs, play online games, talk a few words if you can say it, and talk to each other if you can’t. Read those sentences that make people feel, and can’t tell which one of them, so appropriately respond to a certain plot in the process, and suddenly open the knot in my heart, some experiences can be relieved in an instant; Remember the warm, forget the cold, the heart is so big, if you can’t let go of the past, you can’t open your hands to embrace the present. Emotions have no shelf life, and they will be diluted by the wandering of time. Some emotions are not cherished, but cannot see the future. Time, after all, has no arrow to turn back. Once passing, nothing belongs to me. If you can let it pass, you don’t have to bear grudge any more. Letting it go means letting yourself go. The words were a happy lock, but what finally agreed to open the lock was still our own private special agency, which could not allow others to steal. Be your spiritual mentor, let yourself experience more, understand more, treat more and mediate more. Between the Internet, we have to put down the heavy burden of life, do not please others, hope to warm others, we are a group of children playing during class, so short time, if it is used to quarrel and make leisure, it’s not worth it. It’s better to play and go home with a happy mood.

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A poem of Tang Dynasty, a scholar, sent the elegance of Gusu to thousands of households and the history. Therefore, there was a kind of beauty. The elegant demeanour did not decrease for thousands of years. Although before that, Gusu had long been famous all over the world, however, the well-known poetry was once again established as a kind of height, admired and admired by thousands of people. Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple, originally unknown corners, also shine brilliantly in the humanistic history. Even thousands of years later, as long as you sing a sentence of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, you will arrive at the passenger ship at midnight, it seems that the smoke and water outside the city of Gusu are boundless, the bright moon and Starlight, the boat shadow and light color, the dusk drum and Morning Bell will turn around in front of us for the first time, and they will ring clearly in the ears, just like this time, can, I can also come back. At this moment, it seems that many people have become the children of Tang Dynasty. In a blue shirt, I can see the frost leaves of the Maple Bridge, listen to the Crow in the night, and the moonlight on my shoulders, the tenderness in the heart is just right. But in the memory of Fengqiao, in the bell chimes of Hanshan Temple, how many lives will be life-long, how many lives will be uncertain, how much warmth and coldness will be intertwined, how many yin and yang are separated, is it true that the maple leaves are dyed every year, the river is full of light and smoke every year, the morning bell is melodious, and the evening drum is low and can be counted clearly? Today’s Moon does not follow the deep sigh of ancient people, hitting the soul. When the old blue silk dyed the mirror Frost, the low complaint haunts the intestines. How helpless This Maple Bridge and this cold mountain temple are, what kind of loss should it be? From the dust and haze of history, and from the wind and smoke of time, could Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple become cold and indifferent, and no longer remember the prosperity and decline of creatures, no longer have the authenticity and innocence of thousands of souls? Through the light on both sides of the Maple Bridge, I listened to the faint fickle Bell of Hanshan Temple, read out the tiredness of the Maple Bridge roughly, and tasted a trace of turbidity in the sound of the bell. The night of the Maple Bridge was no longer pure, the bell of Hanshan Temple is no longer clear. Probably, this is also the necessity of history along the way, and it seems to be the ubiquitous erosion and annihilation of the world of mortals. Fengqiao is no longer the Fengqiao when Zhang Ji stood on the boat’s head and thought about something colorful; The Moonlight is not the spotless one thousands of years ago, and it lives on the wandering shoulder; The fishing fire has already disappeared, instead, the lights were bright and the neon lights were flashing; The CAWU which was not old for thousands of years also hid far away in the passionate singing and dancing; The Maple Bridge only left the shadow of history, the inner humanistic atmosphere and the atmosphere of harmony between man and nature are not easily accessible; The Hanshan Temple is still there, and the Bell continues. However, the Hanshan Temple has already become a relic covered with historical smoke, the good men and women, who are crowded with each other, may not really understand and get its essence; The bell will not stop, and in the echo of the bell, the innocence and clarity of the soul are fewer and fewer, and it is more and more difficult to find, and the secular Cram, more and more, more and more obvious, Fengqiao night Park, afraid to really become a masterpiece. I was always thinking that if there were no noisy voices, no sensational lights, less secular rap and anger, I would really take a boat and slowly approach the Maple Bridge when the night was getting dark, moored in the night of Fengqiao, listening to the bell of Hanshan Temple, it rang leisurely. Once, twice, three times, hitting the soul, would it be sobering and clear inside? These people who flocked to the time crowded into the Maple Bridge in groups. In the scene filled with the smell of sweat and secular atmosphere, they laughed casually and didn’t know what respect was, I don’t know if I have a devout heart, or if I want to do more? Unfortunately, history cannot be copied and time cannot be reincarnated. Fengqiao is no longer the Maple Bridge thousands of years ago, nor is Hanshan Temple. Even the moon on the top of the sky is not necessarily the same. Fengqiao, or Hanshan Temple, for many men and women, it just continues a name, during which the real humanistic spirit and historical value did not attract their attention at all. Even these details and excellence are losing silently, the Maple Bridge night Park outlined by Zhang Jixin has become a masterpiece.

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