Senior Superstar

  Chapter 47 This is true-a great immortal who cultivates in the world!

   "Then the old lady turned around. There was a cat face on her head!"

   "Ahhhhh!!!"

  In the garbage dump, there was a scream of horror.

  Looking at a group of homeless people, the big man who was still fierce yesterday was so scared that he shrank into a ball like a cat, hiding behind a companion, his teeth shaking like a machine gun. Li Shixin couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and laughed.

  Let you bully the old man yesterday.

  Scare you!

  Obviously, everyone was frightened by this horror story that had never been heard before, and gathered in a pile one by one in compliance with the original heart. After coming over for a while, the big man who realized he had lost face in front of his little brother yelled: "You old man is too silly! Big night, talking about such a permeating thing. You, you, have a beautiful point of view! "

  At this time, Li Erchun, who almost hugged the big man, also lashed out: "Yeah, old man, you have something to say. This is too scary. How can I sleep at night?"

  Li Shixin smiled, he was so scared that he was so courageous, but he had come to learn.

"Fine."

  Li Shixin nodded, looked at the surrounding environment, his eyes swept over a group of homeless people one by one, and finally his eyes fell on Li Erchun.

  Thinking of the grievances of this guy, the material in his head, and then looking at the student's face that was still sub-healthy because of the inflated desire, he smiled slightly.

   "Then tell you a book."

  "Book? What book?" Li Erchun, who thought he was knowledgeable, came to the spirit and asked.

   Seeing him interrupt, the big man on the side was not happy: "Oh, why are you so annoying? Don't interrupt, I like to listen to cultural people, old man, please hurry up."

Li Shixin smiled slightly and preached: "Speaking of more than a hundred years ago in the United States, there was a guy named Thoreau. He couldn't afford a house, so he went to a remote place called Walden Lake and cut down trees by himself. A small wooden house was built by the lake. And relying on hunting, he grows beans and collects wild fruits."

"Hey!"

  Hearing the beginning of Li Shixin’s story, a few homeless men came to their minds: "So, isn't Thoreau the same as us?"

  As soon as I heard that it was a house that could not afford to buy a house, and there was no hair, even the house had to be cut down and built by himself, a group of homeless people suddenly felt a sense of substitution.

Li Shixin chuckled and said, "There is no difference in essence, but he thinks more. Speaking of Thoreau, he has lived by Walden Lake for more than two years. In the past two years, he has The earth is the seat and the sky is the cover. I cultivate like a farmer in the vast sky far away from the city. After the rain, I traverse the desolate wilderness by myself, gazing at the beautiful lake in the dusk."

  Shenzhen.

  Among the overcrowded intercity train, Zhang Quandan was squeezed between several fat tanks, swinging involuntarily as the train progressed.

  At this time, it was already nine to forty in the evening.

  As a 996 is the norm, and occasionally even 9117 programmers, the crowded commuter train at night is already a familiar scene, and it is already a part of his life.

  Looking at the misty night sky outside the window, and watching the speckled lights of thousands of families, Zhang Quandan had the idea of ​​escaping the city for a moment.

  But where can you escape?

  His parents, who have been farming for half his life, supported him from the countryside until he graduated from the university, thinking that the creature as a college student is not much different from the head of the village. It is a rare success and elation in the rural environment.

  But how can they know that there are millions of college students like themselves in this city. And after graduating from university and working for three full years, the salary that I earned from my hairline and life is not even enough to buy a place as big as a toilet in this city?

  Just as Zhang Quandan was in a trance, there was a push from his mobile phone.

   "Quick! Let us surround the campfire and listen to the wise words of the wise!"

  For this title, Zhang Quandan was not interested at all, but seeing that the train was at least a dozen stations away from his residence, he still put on headphones,

  Turning on the phone, Zhang Quandan frowned when he saw the new video that had been liked by more than two thousand people.

  What is this?

Isn't    just a tattered old man?

  But, when he just wanted to close the video, he saw that under the stars, beside the garbage pile, the old man reflected by the light of the fire was holding the long flute in his hand.

  The original scenery of the hometown made Zhang Quandan, who was tightly wrapped in the cement forest, suddenly thought of the woods and small rivers in his hometown.

  The finger that had been placed on the closure, moved away.

  "He is neighbors with marmots, partridges, and red chain snakes, spending a lot of time studying the lives of animals"

"Walden Lake, not far from the wooden house, is always shining and clear. In the forest, the beech trees are swaying with whirling leaves, the green pine and aspen towering high into the clouds, the gentle bean sprouts grow happily after the spring rain. , The distant mountain ridges are shining with blue light, whether it’s sunny or windy, rainy, thunder and lightning, you can see Thoreau traverse alone in the lush nature"

"When Thoreau went to the forest alone to build a wooden house, grow beans, fish, and fetch water, some people laughed at his foolishness and let him live in the city well. Why do he want to live that kind of life like hairy and blood-drinking? But Thoreau wrote in his diary; I would like to leave room for my life to waste time? I don't care."

"But only living in seclusion is the real life? I don't think Thoreau thinks that way. He just seeks an answer to life through seclusion. Life can be varied, and the most important thing is to obey the book. Heart. Everyone should find his own way of life, not follow his father, mother, or just one person."

   "And Thoreau's happiness from living in seclusion, in my opinion, can explain another problem even more."

The old man in the video pointed to a young man around the bonfire in a red sweater who was about the same age as Zhang Quandan: "You young people now squeeze the subway in the morning, eat takeaway at noon, and come home late at night and have to hold a mobile phone. It’s even later. Then from time to time I look at the bank card balance text messages and pay stubs and sigh. I live but I don’t know why I live. I spend every day but I don’t know how to spend every day. What is life? Ten years are like one. Day’s anxiety, but there is no answer."

"You all want to eat the delicacies of mountains and seas, sleep tender models, buy luxury cars, big houses, and famous watches. Your previous efforts are for these. But have you ever thought about it? All this is like a bottomless pit, waiting for you to use your youth and When the years fill up these things one by one, on the surface you own them, but in fact they own you!"

  "I say this, not to say that you are not allowed to work hard. But to find your heart, to find the first happiness in life, not to pursue the material desires that are out of reach and make you unhappy."

   More than ten minutes of video, subverted Zhang Quandan's outlook on life!

  At this time, the barrage in the video has already exploded;

   "Mom asked me why I knelt and looked at the phone. I told her that I saw the truth on station B!"

   "The old man said it well"

   "Look and cry! What kind of life can I live?"

   "I'm sorry, old man. At the beginning of the video, I thought you were a tattered picker. After seeing this, I realized that I was tattered!"

   "Master, pick me up soon!"

  "Master! This is a master!"

  "This is true-a great immortal who cultivates in the world!"

   "Tears, deeply inspired!"

   "A hundred million more times!"

   "Insert coins, collect, and like three consecutive times! If this is a white prostitute, is it still a person?"

  "Zi said that Yan Huiyan eats, drank, and the alleys are virtuous. The old man is in the moonlight, long flute, and is in a humble place without self-sorrow for such open-minded wisdom, and virtuous!"

   "Excuse me, UP, where is this old man? I'm going on a pilgrimage!"

  (End of this chapter)