This is true of the mind and the fate of the world.. The fate is happiness, meeting you in this life is 500 times looking back in the past. It is the fruit of the past life. If we miss the time and the world, how can we deduce it? I read Zhu Xi’s seven-character quatrain in the Song Dynasty very early<观书有感> The whole poem is: Half an acre of square pond is opened and the sky, light, clouds and shadows are wandering together. Ask where the canal is clear? For the fresh water comes from the springhead. Now I read it again, but I don’t have a taste coming to my mind. About this poem, we generally understand it from the aspect of academic research. The whole poem takes pond as metaphor and explains the way to learn. It must be accumulated continuously and absorb new nutrition continuously.. If there is no continuous accumulation of knowledge, a person’s knowledge will become a stagnant pool, lifeless and progress. This is the way to do scholarly research, as is the case with other things. Each of us is like a pond in our heart. Our happiness, sadness, hope and disappointment are like the babbling of a spring water flowing into the heart field. Over the years, an acre of heart pond has already been overwhelmed. Only by opening a canal at the edge of the pond can the old days flow to eternity along with the canal opening.. Only in this way can we have a new space to bear the new feeling of the endless years flowing to us. In the new and old replacement, the past that we can’t forget will settle into mud. On one summer morning, a graceful lotus will come out, and there will be a’ lotus flower on the human face reflects red’,’ sky, light, cloud and shadow wandering together, pitching and lingering together, and it is suspected that there will be another day in the lake’s imagination, and there will be a’ gentle breeze blowing on the surface and ripples like a light string’. The heart is so, so is the fate of the world. The fate is happiness, meeting you in this life is 500 times looking back in the past. It is the fruit of the past life. If we miss the time and the world, how can we deduce it? Is it persistence? No one can change the status quo. Reality has already built an insurmountable wall in front of the dream. It is beyond the scope of morality to hurt one’s muscles and bones, to hurt oneself, to hurt others, and to love and reason. Struggling, will only make your own pool of water a dead water, not dried up. After years and months, it will stink, rot itself and pollute the air. Anyone who sees it will cover his nose and go away.. Can such a person be accepted by himself? In fact, we forget that fate is happiness and fate is happiness. Put down, the heart has nothing to hold, will be at ease, see such a smile, see flowers bloom, miss you, miss Chengyun, willow and dark flowers bloom in another village, isn’t it a new realm?? Happiness lies in misfortune, misfortune depends on happiness, and fate depends on happiness. Only by doing so can you keep your heart as clear as a mirror.. Look at heaven and earth, nature and all things are so beautiful, heaven and earth and all things are in circulation, feng shui, day and night, four seasons, which one is not in circulation? The person who knows the fate is a blessing is just a moment’s joy. Time is long, and it is a pool of dead water.. We put everything in the world in circulation in the heart, only then can we’ ask where the canal is so clear? To have a source of fresh water’ such exclamation.