Simple and complex

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• 日期: 2020-02-09

In fact, the world is very simple, but the human heart is very complex.
In fact, people are very simple, but the distribution of interests is very complex.
There is a pile of apples on the table. People don't care how many apples there are, but how many apples they have in their hands. There is a stall in the unit. People don't care how many stall things there are, but how much they do. Human beings have great wisdom, because they care about gain and loss, and finally become little wisdom.
In fact, the relationship between people is very simple, because the distribution of interests is very complex, there are intrigues, there are intrigues.
In fact, the complicated world is also very simple. Because of the complexity of human emotions, there is a sword, a sword, and a separation and reunion.
The simplicity of life is a few lines in the giant painting of life, with sparse and Langlang indifference; it is a thin moon in the artistic conception of life, with a cool and cool serenity.
The complexity of life is the ink splashed on the rice paper of life, rendering the city and the world; it is the babbling huqin in the deep life, which can not shake away the noise and confusion.
Heaven and earth have great beauty in the simple place; life has great fatigue in the complex place. There is always great interest in life, it must be that life is very simple; life is always great joy, it must be pure to not complex.
People are happy when they are simple, but few are happy; when they are complex, they are painful, but painful people are bustling. This reflects the reality that it is not easy for more people to live simple, but it is very simple to live complex.
The world is full of interest adjustment and distribution every day. People are controlled and controlled by various complex moods every day. With the development of science and technology, we can do almost everything with it. For example, we can land on the moon accurately, launch a Mars rover over a long distance to observe Mars, and get a good score in the weather forecast of a week, but we can't know what mood we will have in the next moment.
In the final analysis, science and technology control is objective and rational, while human beings are subjective and perceptual animals. And subjective and emotional, like the face of a child, like the mood of a lover, like the day of February and August, are the most elusive and controllable.
People are simple when they are young, and complex when they grow up; simple when they are poor, and complex when they become broad; simple when they are down, and complex when they are in power; simple when they are gentlemen, and complex when they are villains; simple when they look at themselves, and complex when they look at others.
This reminds me of Gu Cheng's poem: I look at you for a while, and clouds for a while. I look at you very far, and clouds are very close. There is also such a confused relationship between simplicity and complexity. The last moment is far away from simplicity, and the next moment is close to complexity. This moment, I don't know whether it is far away from simplicity or close to complexity.
At a glance, it seems very simple. A hundred year old well, deep and clear, can also be looked at to the end, but this ancient well itself is not simple. The same with people. Sometimes, a person can look to the end at a glance, not because he is too simple, not deep, but because he is too pure. A person, has the pure soul, originally is a kind of soul shaking profundity. It's so simple and admirable.
Some people are covered by clouds and mountains, which looks very complicated and deep. In fact, this depth is the depth of the city, not the depth of the soul. This kind of complexity is the intersection of sinister human nature, not the superposition of graceful wisdom.
Life, at the end of the day, is simple in two words: life and death. But because of the ups and downs of fate and the warmth of the world, the simple process becomes ups and downs and complicated.
Simple is the beautiful gesture that life leaves to the world; complex is the bleak dream that life can never salvage