Chapter 726: Exorcism (17)

Blue Mandala: Exorcism

（17）

On the Sunday after January 14th, I was chatting online, and a lot of windows automatically popped up, and I was a little caught off guard. But it made me realize the fact that there is no one who can let me put aside my breath and listen intently.

I decided to go along with my heart, stop liking silently, and love someone deeply from now on. I feel very happy and peaceful. Love is really a matter of one's own heart, and it is a requirement for oneself.

When you really love someone, you really don't need the other person to love you in the same way, just like picking up a wallet and returning it to the owner, you don't need the owner to beat the gong and drum to thank you.

When you really love someone, it's like finding your soul mate, and from now on you can no longer express the comedy of life in a tragic way, but can express the tragedy of life in a comedy way.

In the past, I only knew how to plan for myself, I only knew how to save myself from harm, and in order to protect myself, I could even sell my own qi and abandon fame and fortune. Now, I know that this is not true self-love (or narcissism), that true self-love does not give up its name, and that it is possible to sacrifice one's life in order to protect one's reputation.

True love is to love all people, including oneself, not only those who are related to oneself, but also those who have nothing to do with oneself, and love one's own nation, the whole country, and every life on the earth.

That's when I realized why my teacher wanted me to write after I had really fallen in love with someone.

In the absence of true love for a person, it is impossible for wisdom to rise beyond love for concrete things to ultimate concern for the fate of mankind.

When my heart is full of love, I begin to rethink and pay lasting attention to the long river of history, and I will always experience an indescribable heat rushing through my body, and I feel that I am in love with nature and human beings.

Love is the emotional need to love oneself, the need for one's own life to be full and glorious, and it makes people kind, wise, and intelligent. Whether it is a dignitary or obscure, whether it is poor or rich, what does it matter to love?

My husband found a paper bag of manuscripts and said that now that he is free, he will type it up slowly.

I didn't even take it out and read it again, and those beautiful words make me want to cry when I think about it. I don't know if it looks like it's going to tear them apart.

My husband took it and hid it again, saying that he would be able to sell it for a lot of money in the future. (^_^)

The day after the five chicks came to my house, two of them died in my hands. As soon as they came, they were very depressed and tired, and often had to close their eyes and fall asleep.

My husband said that the five chickens were all picked by his son, and I said that your experience in raising chickens in your hometown is now used once a year, how can you let your son pick it?

He said that their colleagues said that the chicks hatched by this kind of mechanization had never been raised, and he wanted to see if it was really difficult to raise random chicks.

In fact, he didn't know that I had to rub the on the floor every hour, the water for feeding must be cold and boiled, and the soaked millet should be added with a little vitamin or calcium tablets or salt, otherwise it would not be able to die in three days.