In this era, keeping a clear mind is more important than ever. When you choose not to be controlled by alcohol, you not only protect your liver but also showcase your wise and refined charm. After all, decisions made when sober are often more reliable.

Don't try to prove your presence or show off your strength with alcohol at a party. Truly remarkable people can win everyone's affection with their unique insights and sense of humor even without drinking alcohol. Independent thinking is the true way to go. Alcohol can only make you temporarily forget your troubles but cannot actually solve problems.

Choosing not to be carried away by alcohol means you have enough courage to face every difficulty in life. When you can smile at life, you will find that those obstacles that once seemed insurmountable are just small stones on the way forward.

So, don't follow alcohol. Please stay clear-headed, think independently, smile at life and refuse to sink into despair.

If business is motivated by making money, ideals are motivated by beliefs. Then, making money while standing can only rely on self-encouragement and hypnosis (dreaming).

Many times, many voices tell me that you should just go straight for money. Just treat this as a business. It's not shameful to make quick money. Especially in today's society, everyone is quite anxious. No one has the time to grow up with you. Quickly generate traffic, carry out marketing and offer discounts to collect a wave. Whether it's a brand or not, and whether it's an idea or not. If a brand is ruined, just sell it directly. Then Next... Or, you can just dress up and pretend to be a "master of art". Try hard to join the mysterious organization, get along in a circle, and then strive to sell yourself at a high price.

It can only be said that all these "principles" are understood, but values do not allow it.

Bro, I just want to try and see if I can make money standing up in this society and realize my idea without being in a hurry. Can there still be room for idealists? Are there any similar ones?
Give yourself a gas and keep going until the end...

What kind of design is this? It offers a high-end body and a mid-range brain when one is young. When the mind reaches the maximum level, the body switches to the "energy-saving mode". Why do people's minds become increasingly rich as they age, but their bodies become weaker and weaker?

I think this should be the iterative mechanism of this world, providing a fair chance for those who come after. If one's body and mind become stronger and stronger, the strong will always get stronger, and the latecomers will never be able to compete with their ancestors. The world was gradually solidified and lost its vitality. Thanks to this mechanism, seniors can be willing to pass on their knowledge and experience to those who follow, and this cycle repeats itself.

So, life is a journey that the body and the soul walk together. When it's almost the right time, it's time to part ways and let yourself go.

Recently, my indecision over a matter has made me feel both obsessed and indifferent. The two spirits alternate with each other, recurring repeatedly and constantly transforming. It's obvious that I'm just an ordinary person and haven't practiced enough. I can't be a pure demon or a Buddha, although I believe that pure demons and Buddhas are both supreme realms.

But reason, cognition, morality and the greed, anger and ignorance of being human all influence me. I do have very strong goals, and it seems that I also have an obsession that I can't let go of, but it's only temporary. I haven't developed an endless demonic nature yet. And when the demonic nature in my heart accumulates to a certain extent, the power of moral choice and the Buddha nature of seeking inner light are unlocked, allowing me to break free from the control of negative emotions and desires. Then my self-attachment vanishes, and then it alternates and repeats.

Human nature is generally complex. Becoming a demon or a Buddha can happen in an instant. So, dependent origination, emptiness of nature.

Little Tree, this is my nickname for my classmate Little Tree. When he was very young, he began to shout. As he kept Shouting, he grew into a small tree. I think this will become a secret code between us. If one day someone calls him like this, it must be his father.

Today is Father's Day. I asked him if he had any memories before he was four years old. He said there was a vague one, which was in a riverside park...

Yes, at that time, Xiaoshu was about two years old. Still not very good at walking, just learning to walk. I held his clothes in both hands and taught him. He felt safe and then began to walk forward quickly, faster and faster, just when he was about to fall. I took the opportunity to raise him above my head with both hands and held him in my arms, drawing a few circles in the air. He's looking at me... Giggle... A smile. After a while, I put him down. A giant cargo ship passed by on the river. He pointed at the boat and shouted forcefully, "Uh..." .."

After the little tree was born, it felt as if a switch in my mind had been turned on, switching me to father mode and unable to be turned off.

Once, Teacher Luo was confused because the small cups of Star Coffee were called medium cups and the large cups were called super large cups.

At that time, as a sallow, Niu Ma was also confused about the evaluation system in the company, because here: it was generally called "very good", and "very good" was called "close to perfect". The first time I was evaluated like this, I once thought I had reached the peak of my life. Everyone's evaluation of my work is actually so high. Everyone began to doubt that they didn't do well in primary school Chinese. They had set too high standards for themselves before.

It was not until the appearance of the word "rainbow fart"...

It turned out that in order to maintain a seemingly harmonious and pleasant communication atmosphere, everyone began to praise exaggeratedly and without limit. In such an atmosphere, objective feedback and constructive suggestions will be marginalized, replaced by hypocritical praise for the sake of pleasing and catering to others, and trust among people will be constantly weakened. The proliferation of "rainbow farts" can distort people's values. In a culture that overly emphasizes external performance and immediate feedback, genuine abilities and efforts often become nothing.

People all like to be praised, but they hope even more that the praise is sincere. "Approaching perfection" should be the goal and motivation to strive for, rather than a senseless compliment.

So, a rainbow-colored fart is just a fart.

It's the annual Children's Day again, and Xiaoshu is very happy. This year, I've decided to give him a gift that can fly in the air - a drone. He can be carried by a drone to experience the feeling of flying like a bird, looking down and discovering the world, and feeling free...

It's quite touching. Nowadays, children are all playing with toys that I once never dared to imagine. The toys I remember are tin frogs and tanks. That era has gone and will never return. While feeling nostalgic, I also think that this generation of kids is rather pitiful. They can't experience the joy of catching fish and shrimp in the river, picking wild fruits and catching grasshoppers on the mountain, swimming naked with a group of playmates and burying themselves in the wild grass of autumn.

But I hope the little tree is happy, at least in its childhood.

Because I know what I will face when I grow up. The complex society and human nature, the fierce competition with no bottom line, the collapse and reconstruction of values, the loss of self and the search for the direction of the future, the meaning of existence, why to make money, and the growth after a breakup. A sense of identity within a group, etc. These problems will accompany him until middle age. It was not until he realized that he was just a human being, a grain of sand in The Times.

I once tried to tell him in advance, but when I recalled my young and impetuous self, I was so reluctant to listen to the advice of adults. So it was still decided to let him freely experience his own life.

I'll tell him: Just have a good time now, because it won't be fun when you grow up...

On May 20th, because the number 520 has been endowed with a special significance today.

The protagonist of the story is a boy named Shu, a guy who is far more sensitive to numbers than to human emotions. For him, May 20th was just an ordinary day in the binary world until the appearance of the "Y-218 type".

The Y-218 digital AI robot comes from "Shake Universe". The torso is crafted from liquid metal refined from the unique crystal ore of the Shaking universe, with a universal display in the middle. The limbs are made of nanoscale high-strength fibers. It can be infinitely extended and retracted. The hands and feet are designed in a modular way, allowing for the assembly of different functional modules as needed. The arrival of Y-218 is to assist the tree in completing a challenging task. So on this special digital festival, Y-218 decided to take the first step of this mission, to find the girl named Hua and win her heart.

Y-218 invaded various social platforms through the Internet and sent out poetic yet slightly bizarre confessions in the name of Tree. These contents attracted the attention of many curious people, including flowers.

As expected, Hua developed a strong interest in the tree's message. She challenged the tree - if she could be found in the real world, she would agree to meet him. So, the tree, carrying the Y-218, embarked on a grand adventure to find love in the city based on the clues left by the little flower. From Seat 520 at the subway station to the longitude and latitude coordinates of special significance, every step is full of unknowns and surprises. When the sun was setting in the west, the tree finally found the girl who was flipping through the picture book "YAOXIAOSHU" in front of bookshelf No. 520 in an old bookstore. The two looked at each other and felt as if they had met and known each other before.

At this moment, a dark cloud was slowly approaching the sun in the sky, and the world was about to enter darkness...

It seems that men's fondness for fishing is an innate instinct. Just think, in ancient times, wouldn't this have been a kind of hunting skill? So fishing itself is a survival skill. It's just that it has now turned into leisure and entertainment.

When I was about ten years old, I would go swimming in the nearby reservoir with the older kids. When tired from swimming, go ashore and use a simple bamboo pole to hang earthworms dug from the soil or small shrimps caught under the stones on the shore as bait. The pound-billed silver carp (scientific name: green tip red 鲌). This fish is naturally fierce. Just by looking at its pouting expression, it has a look of "What are you looking at?" in a defiant manner. After catching the fish, we directly piled up stones on the shore, made a fire, and roasted the branches to eat. It's absolutely fresh, wild, organic and hormone-free, except that there are a bit more fish bones.

Nowadays, when passing by the river, all the people fishing are middle-aged men and grandpas. Alone, find a quiet spot, quietly gaze at the water surface, and aim at the buoy while fishing. I guess they all have seen through life and don't want to socialize. They just want to get close to nature alone and relax their minds and bodies. While waiting, you can reflect on life. Even if a fish bites the hook, one can still gain great joy and a sense of achievement.
Pretty good!

So, when men go fishing, what they are catching is not the fish but their state of mind.

In today's rapidly spinning era, it seems that we have all been drawn into a grand drama called "involution". When I open my eyes in the morning, the screen is filled with a sea of early morning check-ins. When I close my eyes at night, there are unfinished work emails. Children, carrying schoolbags taller than themselves, are struggling in the sea of exercises. When faced with a mountain of tasks, office workers seem to be in an endless race to work overtime. Everyone is like a group of little monsters vying to be Sun Wukong, motivating themselves to do their best, but forgetting to ask themselves: Is it really that good to be Sun Wukong?

Looking back to the past, Mr. Tao's line, "Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, I leisurely see the southern mountain," made so many people yearn for it. That was the true pace of life! But nowadays, our lives have become a complete mess and a mess...

Change is needed.

After all, life is not all about KPIs and score lines. When working, one can pursue efficiency rather than overwork, and understand that the importance of health and happiness is no less than that of promotion and salary increase. Besides, everyone has their own shining points. Why do you have to fight desperately for that "one and only"? The world is so vast, and there will always be a ray of sunshine for you.

So, avoid malicious efforts and occasionally let yourself "hit the line". Maybe you can win a round without much effort.