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One shouldn't be too obedient.

　　In life, you can't be too obedient or too accommodating to others. You can refuse to do things you don't want to do; don't force yourself to do things you can't do; don't force yourself to do things you can't do. Your life isn't for pleasing others; you must learn to treat yourself well. If you 　　don't like what you hear, you can pretend you didn't hear it, or let it go in one ear and out the other; don't take it too seriously. Don't try to please people who don't like you; our enthusiasm shouldn't be given to indifference. Don't make things too difficult for yourself with work you don't want to do; you'll be unhappy and exhausted. Also, don't accept kindness from people you don't love; learn to refuse to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. 　　In life, you can't be too obedient; you must have your own opinions and your own way of living. 　　Understand that life is your own; you must have your own opinions and...

The lonely fate of twenty-three people

"To dispel loneliness is, in fact, to perpetuate it. Loneliness is nature's curse upon those who live in groups; solitude is the only escape from loneliness." This is a line from *One Hundred Years of Solitude*. I love this line, and I love even more the loneliness of each individual in this book. This book is considered a literary peak of magical realism during the Latin American "literary boom." The story is bizarre and convoluted, with complex relationships between characters. The century of solitude spanning seven generations and the twisted love are awe-inspiring; every plot point evokes a bone-chilling desolation. Aureliano Buendía's wife died young. He launched thirty-two uprisings, all of which ended in failure. He fathered seventeen sons with seventeen women, all of whom were eliminated overnight. He survived fourteen assassination attempts, seventy-three ambushes, one execution by firing squad, and one poisoning attempt, yet he still miraculously ...

Frosty flowers are more beautiful

Life has no second chance, so cherish this one! Feelings wait for no one; missing out is a lifetime loss. Health waits for no one; illness strikes like a landslide. Time waits for no one; there's not much left. Life waits for no one; before we know it, we're old! We always foolishly wait for tomorrow, for the future, for what's to come. Waiting and waiting, the opportunity is gone; waiting and waiting, we grow old; waiting and waiting, life is left with only regrets! There is a kind of pain called irreparable; there is a kind of regret called irreparable; there is a kind of self-blame called regret for the past; there is a kind of guilt called deep remorse! Only after losing loved ones do we cherish that warmth; only after losing friends do we miss that companionship; only after losing fate do we yearn for that connection. It turns out that many things are gone forever. Life only happens once, there is no next time! Life is too short, too short to...

Everything you have is the best.

　　In life, we often unleash our worst temper on our loved ones, while showing gentleness and kindness to strangers. Yes, as we grow older, we drift further away from them. 　　There was a time when we complained that our parents didn't give us good looks, that we didn't have the carefree lives of other children, and that those around us were ignorant and foolish. Gradually, we became impatient with conversations, feeling the whole world owed us a decent explanation. When we have such thoughts, we shouldn't rush to deny ourselves. We just need to temporarily process these emotions and then think about these issues carefully from a different perspective. 　　We don't know the real situation behind our complaints. While we complain about our country's policies, other countries are still engulfed in war; we complain that our parents didn't give us a good life, that they worked hard and couldn't afford to spend a penny; we complain about the ignorance and foolishnes...

The blooming and fading of flowers is youth.

　　Spring has come and gone again, autumn has arrived once more, and the lilacs in the schoolyard have bloomed and faded. 　　Looking back, 　　I realize that in the blink of an eye, youth has once again played out a beautiful scene of blooming and fading in my life. I still remember stepping into the gates of junior high school, I was just an innocent, naive little girl; I still remember our first junior high exam, our scores differing by a few points; I still remember the defiance on your face; I still remember the excitement and pride I felt when I won first place… 　　Deep within my memories, those still vibrant fallen petals are the dance of life, each one bearing the imprint of youth. Life grows in another way. 　　I will never forget that small school campus, that tiny playground and the so-called "botanical garden" corridor beside it, that little house exuding a faint fragrance, and the group of carefree, laughing teenagers at the end of the corridor, and the lovely smiles of...

Harm (for women)

　　I don't know when it started, but many people enjoy joking about other people's physical defects, and this has become commonplace. The indifference and apathy of some people tacitly condone its existence. 　　Seizing upon a physical flaw and using the guise of jokes to repeatedly hurt others is, in essence, a form of bullying, which can have varying degrees of impact on many women. 　　Walking down the street, I often hear comments like, "That person's chest is so small," "Look, that person is so fat," "Sigh, that nose is so flat..." Perhaps it's just a casual remark, but the speaker may not mean anything by it, but the listener takes it to heart. They might not show it at the time, but it always hurts. 　　Being called "flat-chested" because of small breasts, "fatso" because of obesity, or "tomboy" because of excessive body hair—what a humiliation this is for a girl! Older people might just take it as a joke and ...