The last paragraph of "Flowers Burning Liuwo" wrote: I feel more and more that our society will move in the burning direction like flowers, material life will become more and more abundant, civilization will become a form, and people will be immersed in the enjoyment of material desires. In such a world, everyone is vying to be a lotus. Who will be the willow, branches and sand in the hands of mathematicians? There was a car speeding on the road at that time, and I was lost in thought about this passage.
I suddenly found that I haven't seen some people's smiles for a long time. What makes people live in the world and gradually lose their heartfelt happiness? What choices do some people struggle for, in order to have a better material life? Or in order not to lose to others? Later, I gradually found that in this environment where we live, many people are curled up in the corner of life and don't know why they exist. Trapped by life and reality, I try to be a lotus flower, but I am not willing to be a willow tree. But I think sometimes, being an ordinary willow can also realize the true meaning of life.
I often see my uncle riding an old bike on the road. In a materialistic society, people are proud of driving high-end cars. He always rides a flying pigeon bike that only he thinks is cool. No one will notice him even if he gallops by on the road, but he is like the protagonist in the novel The Moon and Sixpence. He seems to be an arrogant king when he is holding a brush (riding a bike).
I am often moved by my uncle's optimism and honesty. The sun shines through the white clouds, and the speed of the bicycle is getting faster and faster with the steep downhill. At this time, the sun shines on my uncle's proud face, reflecting the satisfaction and complacency that luxury car drivers don't have. Looks much happier than people who drive BMW Mercedes-Benz. At that second, I saw the funny that my uncle despised luxury cars, but at the same time I thought it was cool.
Once my father and uncle were chatting, and suddenly the topic of cars came up. My uncle said, "I don't have the money to buy it, so it is unlikely that I will die." I might as well ride a bike. " It's dusk, and the setting sun reddened the sky. In a vague halo, my uncle's words are forceful, and I also read the truth of contentment from his concise words.
When I was a child, my uncle ruined the whole family because he earned less money and spent more money. In my memory, in the year when Tiger Brother got married, my uncle's home was hidden in the dim sunset, and the decaying earth wall was unsightly. An old wooden door reflects the traces of vicissitudes of life, pushing the wooden door open, full of messy weeds, and the room is even more dilapidated and unimaginable. When Emoko's father-in-law came to look after the house, he flew into a rage. He looked at the desolate scene and felt numb, so he took his sister-in-law away. Later, our whole family went out to help Tiger Brother marry his sister-in-law. Then, Tiger Brother improved his family step by step.
Because of the failure of the whole family in the past, my uncle was lazy in the eyes of many people, but he gave me a good feeling, and his simple contentment has always sounded the alarm for me.
It is too easy for us to judge a person by the amount of material, but the brilliance of human nature always shines in some details, just as Lin Qingxuan wrote in "Burning Flowers and Sleeping Willow": Everyone strives to be a lotus, who will be a willow? But Liu always has Liu's happiness. Being a lotus or a willow has its own advantages and disadvantages. What is important is what kind of heart we should use to look at lotus and willow.