People live for themselves, not just talking

This is winter, and it is also an abnormal rainy season. Although there is no heavy rain, the rain is continuous, and the cold is threatening. On this planet, we have already dispersed the birds of prey In this world, life is only once, most people will follow the chaotic footsteps day after year under the control of the ideology, media, politics and culture of a few people. Road, a person cannot come to this world twice, and we have been stepping into different paths, walking along the quagmire of unimaginable choices, the power of one person is great, he affects the direction of a group of people, This group of people influences the direction of most people. People in this world need a lot of cultural deposits like ancient Greece, Rome and Italy to save them. There are ruins of cultural deposits everywhere, and people are madly absorbing the marrow without a trace of precipitation. Juice follows in the footsteps of others. We seldom think creatively like our childhood, we seldom have wonderful dreams, and we seldom go back to the rural cemetery full of weeds to touch that piece of history. The epitaphs deposited, we seldom listen patiently to the historical fragments nagged by the old people, we seldom deeply feel the monuments and pages of historical and cultural gratitude, and we seldom think about the ins and outs of events, we only care about We are stubborn and stubborn, we seldom slow down and close our eyes to take a look at the vast sky, we seldom close our eyes and think about the people who have benefited us, we forget to forget, and finally forget how your emotions spread.
That's just a story. Maybe the story itself has been processed by the creator, but at least it reflects an indelible reality and history. The heritage and temperament of a country are entirely precipitation cultivated through its atmosphere and the heritage of its people. I believe that those Chinese who study in Italy and Greece are so uninterested in showing photos of various poses that they have no opinion on other people's free land. I can't understand the confusion of using other people's monuments as playthings or visiting works of art. , at this time of our lives, we seldom think about the meaning of our rebirth in this world. The people I have seen, facing a large number of invasions from foreign cultures, just accept and imitate them at will. The people I have seen are just For the sake of money and desires to show their heritage in a grand manner, our people are complaining and giving up on all kinds of stress-free jobs, what we have experienced is not war and suffering, what we have experienced is not oppression and exploitation, but we are in this beautiful The world is constantly complaining, constantly surrounded by all kinds of decadent games produced by the so-called game industry, we are swallowed by all kinds of over-packaged business culture, we rarely clean our eyes well, to filter out those booming and explosive games. Information, those flashing screens, larger or smaller, darker or brighter, are profoundly obliterating our nostalgia and memory.
I miss the nostalgia written in the book "born twice", born to live and die to die, but not against my own freedom and conscience, glazie, glazie, glazie, grateful, grateful, grateful, that is the soul. I perceive the frozen historical pictures in the movie "born twice", because the help, freedom, beauty, and meaning of life that once had and happened are not utopian, but the real existence of realism. How many artists, writers, Photographers, novelists, painters, playwrights, actors, those who use history and life as realistic artistic conceptions are all telling a kind of moving and reality, they are transforming the world, constantly making the world less cold, less so Greedy, less cowardly, less miserable, less indifferent, less self-deceiving, less wasting life, those great countries, cities, mountains, rivers, monuments, people, those full of beauty, full of gratitude, full of cultural temperament, full of Human and free soul, we follow very little, we follow those few who are built on the pastime of selfishness and desire.
The people in that Sarajevo story are an unfortunate and pitiful generation, but they are not sad. They are full of freedom, humanity and gratitude. The city is chaotic and the country is torn apart, and the temperament of the people remains unchanged, even long-lasting. The era we live in is also pitiful and pathetic. Few people are involved in the revival of their own temperament. What we buy, revel in, work on, experience, release, and repulsion are just one cavity. Blood, a kind of propaganda, a kind of show, those who constantly optimize themselves, those who are constantly grateful for their lives, those who create value for the beauty and touching of the world, you are fulfilling the Thiago in your heart, you are showing Sarajevo The dictators who declared war, you are using your life to deduce the opportunity of value.
People live for themselves, not just talking about it.

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