Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot

A young girl, weighing 200 pounds, kept eating, filling the table with food she liked, drinking 4 bottles of different drinks in ten minutes, overflowing with happiness and contentment, covering her face. The dream clearly grows on her and is extremely powerful. The funny thing is that the dream does not give birth to wings, but to the fat that drags her down. What's even more ridiculous is that even such a powerful dream, as long as you pass by and say a dead fat man, It can easily penetrate it and directly hurt her heart. When she is alone, she will definitely call this dream a pig and a dog, and then tearfully insist that her own dream is actually beautiful.
I recently watched a movie called Sweet Life, but there is almost no sweetness in the whole story. Even the only smile that represents sweetness is very far-fetched and unconvincing. A momentary feeling breaks all his emotions. dream? But what if his dream gave birth not to wings but to a burden that dragged him down? Like the previous example, a sentence of dead fat may be enough.
Where is the problem? Are you facing a mirror or reality? Miaoman must be all right? Miaoman no longer read about food? No matter what kind of dream, it must be the equivalent of sadness that holds it up. This is reality. People with wings do not exist, all people want to stand higher, the more burden they have on their feet. Even if there are a few great people who ride the wind with something like a paraglider on their back, they rely on the power of the umbrella and the wind, and they are more fragile and terrifying. As long as there is a small hole, everything does not exist.
No matter how sturdy the burden is, it is still a burden. Even though the word "dream" is written, no matter how beautiful a dream is, it is still a burden. It comes with the wind and dies without it. Of course, if the same is true in the past, it is inspirational. In fact, we are all inspirational.
At the end of the movie, it is mentioned that a disciple got up crying in the middle of the night, and the master asked you if you had a nightmare? The disciple said that I had a sweet dream. The master asked why you were crying. The disciple said it was not reality.
What is a dream? what is reality. What is sweetness? What is sadness.
Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot.

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