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 　　Part 1: Life is a Song 　　Life is a song, a beautiful song, a soothing song, a contemplative song, a song of development, a song encompassing all flavors of life. 　　Life is a beautiful song. Every day, we wake up to the rain and sunshine, do exercises, eat, work, and play, and then rest, think, and sleep with the setting sun, nourishing our spirits. When it rains, we hear the patter of raindrops, whether they fall on the ground or into our hearts. If we listen carefully, we can hear the growth of all things and the dialogue of humanity. Each drop of rain is the thirst of parched soil, the flow of emotions in our hearts. When the sun shines, the birds in the sky spread their wings and fly, and the fish in the river tell their stories. A voice needs to be honed, wings are for flying, and wherever there is a place to live, there will be the reproduction and interaction of all things. Humanity cannot live without the sky and the ocean of nature. Only by loving and protecting nature c...

 　　Part 1: A Poetic Life 　　In the afternoon, I took my son to his Trinity College London oral English class at Yangren Street. There's a KFC right below the school. I carried Yu Dan's "Revisiting the Most Beautiful Ancient Poems" with me as I entered the restaurant to wait for my son to finish his class. I found a corner by the window, ordered a coffee, and quietly sat down. Outside, the traffic was bustling, and inside, the noise of people filled the air, but all of this seemed irrelevant to me. I opened the book, and Yu Dan's poetic beauty washed over me, filling my heart and soul, immersing me completely in its poetic imagery. 　　From a young age, we grew up reciting Tang poems. From Li Bai's "The bright moonlight before my bed" to Meng Haoran's "Spring slumber unaware of dawn," we didn't understand the meaning of the poems back then; we just mechanically recited them. But our innocent childish voices delighted our parents, earnin...

 　　Part 1: Tea and Life 　　Tea is a long river flowing in memory, gathering the waves of life, whether high or low, into still ripples in a cup, allowing you to reflect and comment. 　　Tea is a footnote to life, a long-lasting companion throughout life's journey. 　　My grandfather passed away more than ten years ago. He didn't have many hobbies, one being smoking and the other drinking tea. I only remember that every time my grandfather returned from the fields, he would lean against the east-facing table, sitting wearily on that low stool. He would brew a pot of strong, large-leaf tea and drink it silently by himself. The tea was always very hot, but my grandfather would always sip it with a loud smacking sound, making one suspect it was a sweet and delicious brew. I couldn't resist taking a sip myself, but it was bitter and astringent, and I dared not take a second sip. My grandfather would just smile憨憨地, his eyes narrowing into slits, and simply utter a few words to comfort...

 　　Over the weekend, a mother noticed her son spending too much time on his phone and, worried it would affect his studies, argued with him. The son angrily ran away from home, leaving the mother heartbroken. She went to a temple to confide in the abbot. After listening to her sobs, the abbot calmly said, "Don't be sad, and don't worry about your son. As long as you are happy, your son will naturally be happy and successful. Remember, happiness is a skill." 　　The mother went back and inquired, learning that her son hadn't gone far; he had simply gone to school. Reflecting on the abbot's advice, the mother deeply regretted her anger. She thought, "My son finally had a two-day holiday; he could have happily enjoyed it at home, but because of my impatience and overreaction, I've made the whole family unhappy." 　　We all hope for harmonious and happy family life, but often small things cause discord and even major conflicts within the family. Some par...

 　　My son learned to ride a bicycle during summer vacation. At first, I had to help him hold it, but later I could ride freely even without my hand. The only problem was that he had to ride fast enough to avoid falling; if he went even slightly slower, he would swerve left and right and lose control. 　　This reminded me of a bicycle race held in my city. It was a 50-meter race, and the winner was the last one to finish – basically, it was about who could ride the slowest. People are used to competing on speed, so when it came to slowing down, many stumbled and gave up halfway, while others couldn't slow down even if they wanted to, and just rushed to the finish line. It seems that sometimes, slowness is a better indicator of a person's riding skill and level. 　　Thinking about it, isn't life the same? 　　Many delicious dishes need to be simmered slowly to develop their flavor, like stewed pork ribs. After bringing it to a boil over high heat, simmer it over low heat for two or...

 　　When I was little, my mother often told me, "No pain, no gain." Back then, I was naive and couldn't understand the meaning of those words. I only saw my mother toiling for the family without a single complaint. My mother lived by that motto, striving and struggling her whole life, enduring hardship and suffering. Now, I'm grown up, and our family's living conditions have improved. It should be time for my mother to enjoy her retirement, but even in her sixties, she still eats only until she's seven-tenths full and prefers worn-out clothes. Meanwhile, I spend hundreds or even thousands on clothes, discarding them after only a year or two; I eat and drink indiscriminately, harming my health and stomach, and developing high blood pressure, high cholesterol, high blood sugar, and fatty liver at a young age. My mother sees all this and is worried, but she never scolds or criticizes me. Instead, she gradually influences me through her own actions. 　　One day, I re...

 　　I always believed that the wind was flowing, the water was gentle, the flowers were beautiful, and life was blissful. Foolishly, I naively believed this. I don't know about others, but at least I thought so… 　　But when the story unfolded to a point I didn't know, I realized that everything wasn't going as expected. The flag of life always wavered, and the direction seemed nowhere to be found. 　　I, who love to listen, always sit by the window, quietly, quietly listening to the breath of nature, touching its subtle heartbeat, secretly burying nature's most beautiful sounds deep within my heart, quietly blooming a charming smile, echoing the melody of happiness again and again, lingering in my ears. The sadness of the wind, the subtle fragrance of the rain—listen, listen to the most natural things. Gradually, the wind stops, the rain tires, and everything returns to calm, finding peace on the surface, stopping at the heart. Perhaps this is the true meaning of life. 　　Fo...

 　　I happened to watch a TV series, and one line in it resonated deeply with me: "You've always loved, while I've always hated." The tolerant and magnanimous stepmother faced all her experiences with forgiveness and love, while the birth mother turned against everyone around her with resentment towards the world. The outcome was predictable. I think if we could face all our encounters with a forgiving and kind heart, we would be peaceful and gentle. 　　For many years, whether in my youthful school days or in my relationships with family and neighbors, I've always considered myself kind. But I know I'm still far from the kind I define. Although I'm eager to help others in need and can be hurt by others' tragic experiences, I can still be narrow-minded. When my best friend has another best friend, I feel sad that she's no longer just my friend. This emotional flaw was fully exposed when I met the one I love. 　　Our relationship used to be wonderful. I ...