Sorrow of practice

  During the winter vacation, the children gathered together at the edge of the church, and they played games and laughed. It seems to be a daily celebration in front of the church. There was a tired play, leaning against the rattan bed, and flipping through the bedside column calendar, and suddenly changed to say: “The winter vacation is only a week! The holiday homework has not yet started!” The heat of the game suddenly decreased. The other went on to say: “I think it is still happy when I am not on vacation. I feel that this is not the case when I have a holiday. Now I feel that I am not happy when I am not.” This has caused sympathy for many people.

  Although I am not a student, I am not involved in their holiday games, but I am also one of the sympathizers of this. I think that in people’s psychology, expectation is often more fun than practice. Westerners have the saying of “sorrow of triumph.” I want to imitate what they say “the sorrow of practice”, from the expectation to the implementation, from the hope to the success, the original way of life career exhibition. But in the depths of the human heart, this kind of sorrow exists wonderfully.

  Now think about life from the students, let’s take Sunday as an example. Anyone who has done a student can be convinced that Saturday is happier than Sunday. The reason for the happiness of Saturday was originally to have Sundays behind; but the joy of Sunday is not in itself, but concentrated on Saturday. After lunch on Saturday, the class is gone, and the school is full of a kind of flaccid air. Some people make preparations for returning home in advance; some people make plans for swimming early! More urgent people have put together the wrapped umbrellas, and they are ready to leave after class. After the last lesson, when I left the classroom, the air of joy was even stronger. Some sang songs, some laughed and talked out, and the young danced out. The gentlemen felt for the environment. At these times, most of them temporarily relaxed the school regulations, and they did not lose sight of these riots. In fact, they also really like this fragrant air. On Saturday night, the air in the school reached a state of relaxation. There is no need to self-study this night and it is not strictly supervised. Students can enjoy themselves in threes and fives. It’s also a good idea to go out for a night out at school. Buy some tea and go back to the bedroom to eat. It’s fine to sleep later. This dusk can be said to be the most happy of Sunday. After the middle, the flaccid air began to get nervous. Because on Sunday morning, the best period that I hoped for yesterday has actually been reached, and the “sorrow of practice” has begun to come into being. On this day, or the weather was not good, or the personnel was unfortunate, the scheduled tour scheduled yesterday did not go smoothly, so I felt disappointed. Even if the weather is good, people are clever, when it comes to returning to school, you can’t help but taste a kind of close to “the joy of sorrow.” Tomorrow’s classwork gradually hangs on the heart, and Mr.’s face appears vaguely in the brain, an invisible black cloud that oppresses everyone’s head. After resuming the practice after the amusement, it seems to re-provoke the burden that was once put down to walk. At first, I felt that the weight was extraordinarily heavy. So I can’t help but hate it. I don’t think it’s good this Sunday. It turns out that Sunday’s music is never Sunday.

  Secondly, graduation is also an example of “sorrow of practice.” Students enrolled in school, of course, hope to graduate. As the case may be, graduation should be the happiest time for students. However, people’s mood is not the same: the happiness of graduation often lies in the time when they graduated; when they graduate, happiness disappears, and sometimes it comes to sorrow. Only when you graduate without graduation, can students really taste the joy of graduation. The period of study is only a few months. It is the most advanced student in the school. In the eyes of the gentleman, it is out of the mountain. In front of the classmates, it is the oldest. This is really the most glorious period in student life. Coupled with the hope of the new world after graduation, the happiness implied by the words “Cloud Road” and “Pengcheng” looms in the brain and unfolds indefinitely. At this time, the students are all new young people with great prospects. Each one is a good national who has made a difference. Not only in student life, I am afraid that in life, this is also the most glorious period. However, what happened to the industry? Defeating a good teacher, holding a good friend, leaving the alma mater, first suffered a sentimental and did not say it. After leaving school, some of them did not go to school, and some did not work. Even if they are promoted to school, they will be employed. The difficulties and pains in these new worlds are often inconsistent with those who were not expected when they graduated. At this time, they often have to envy the past, recalling how free and happy they are at school, and wishing to be ungraduated students forever. It turns out that the music of graduation is never graduated.

  Looking further, the same is true of the joy of love. When a man wants to marry an unfinished woman, the joy he feels is purest and perfect. After the implementation of marriage, the former music is often reduced, sometimes it is unfortunate. The Western saying “Marriage is the tomb of love”, I am afraid it is what this “sorrow of practice” has caused? The same is true of wealthy music. When you want to be rich and work hard, you will try your best to be a part of the life. After the rich and the rich, if the humanity of the person has not been completely ruined, sometimes he feels sad and feels that wealth is not as good as poverty. In the “Dream of Red Mansions”, Jia Zheng worshipped, Yuan Chun is a noble man, and it is also considered to be the best of the world. However, I read the words of Jia Zheng, who was in the Daguanyuan Province’s pro-time 妃 妃, and felt that the depth of life is not too much.

  There is no one-to-one elaboration. I can recall all the little things that I used to visit when I was in the West Lake. In the early autumn of the previous year, there was a beautiful afternoon. I and two friends rafted from the lakeside and rushed toward the Baidi. Pitching and looking forward, the water is like a mirror, the scenery is picturesque, and it is refreshing. It is close to the Baidi, and it is far from seeing the Pinghu Lake in the lake, and it is level with the lake. Next to the exquisite railings, covered with staggered willows. The willows are reflected in the golden daylight, and the breeze sways their sag, always licking the heads of the people downstream. There are two or three tourists, which are listed next to the tea table under the tree. There are relatives who laugh, and there are people who rely on the column, and they are eager to see themselves. We looked at the boat and thought that these people were all painted people. This place is Xianyuan. We had planned to circle around the lake, but we saw this kind of situation. Everyone was so hot that they were eager to enter this fairy source to be a painter. On the boat, people rely on Pinghu to berth in the autumn and fall, and choose to sit on the shore. The man who had been eagerly awaiting the scenes came over and asked to stand on the side. He asked “Mr., red? Green?” We ordered him to make three cups of green tea. His people were ordered to go. Soon after the tea came, a fly floated into the cup and gave us a disappointment. The people who talked to each other in the neighbourhood talked about the sparrows and gave us a kind of embarrassment. A man and a woman sneaking on the sidelines make us feel numb. Finally, a few caterpillars fell on the golden weeping willows and drove us away. I hurriedly disembarked back to the lakeside, and the interest in the circle around the lake disappeared. In the return to the boat and talk about it, everyone thinks that the scenery should only be far away, and it is not appropriate to enter it. Looking back now, the world is the same as the scenery. The joy of the world is not in practice but in hope, as if the beauty of the scenery is not in it. Into it, not only the beauty disappears, but also the flies, caterpillars, cockroaches and numbness. The root of the world’s suffering is here.