These days, I have been reflecting on myself. Although I have not yet reached the point of "I examine myself three times a day", I can always find my own shortcomings and deficiencies inadvertently.
I remember learning a text when I was in primary school. I can't remember the specific content clearly, but at the end, the teacher explained the happiness in the text to us, and then asked us: What is happiness?
Unfortunately, I didn't know what I was doing at that time, and I didn't hear the teacher's explanation of the word "happiness". If there is another chance to do it again, I must listen carefully and understand.
Later, long after graduation, someone would still ask me: What do you think happiness is? My answer is: dedication. Today, it seems that the word "dedication" inevitably seems a bit solemn and dignified. True human nature should not only be fearless. But this is my initial understanding of "happiness".
Many years ago, I wrote a composition titled Human Value, which mentioned that human value lies in creating more value and wealth. I think it should be a high score composition, after all, the thought is so profound. But the fact is that it is below average. The teacher's comment was only one sentence: the meaning of the topic was too wide, not suitable for the topic.
After many years, I still can't forget, but if I had the chance, I would still write like that, not provocative, but more unconvinced after not being understood.
Yesterday, a netizen added me and said to me: I can publish your Faramita Flower What? I like it so much. When I knew that he was just a senior one student, I was shocked. It is not just that what you write is recognized and liked by others. It is more about self reflection. In every future writing, should there be a sense of responsibility and a feeling of helping the world? After all, none of us knows how much influence words have on a person.
I dare not promise what kind of teacher or writer I will be in the future. I can only use my meager power and pale words to pass on the next generation and spread more positive energy.
The senior said, "We love the world, but who will love us? What you do is just right in the eyes of others." I think people should love, love themselves, love others. "Writing for the time, writing for the heart."
The dream never stops, and the inheritance continues.
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