Throughout history, how many people can be like moss? Gou Jian, the King of Yue, was captured by the State of Wu. He slept on firewood and tasted gall. After more than ten years of darkness, he was finally reborn. Is he a moss? No, moss never cares, is content with being ordinary, content with darkness, and has always been a quiet handsome man. What about Chen Guangbiao, the philanthropic entrepreneur who said that he "keeps a low profile in life and works in a high profile"? As an entrepreneur, he donated huge sums of money to charities. Some people say that he is corrupt, some say that he is hyping, and some say that he is generous. I don't know if it is true or not. I only know that moss never makes a high profile. He writes the hope of life in the dark and unattended epic. Isn't Grandma Yuan from Jiangsu Province just like moss? For more than ten years, she has silently extended a helping hand to poor children, but she makes a living by picking up waste. She is neither pretentious nor artificial. She just silently dedicates herself. Moss is not as we think, a plant that does not seek progress and is content with mediocrity. "Youth comes naturally when the sun doesn't shine. Moss flowers are as small as rice, but they also learn to bloom like peonies." He was born in darkness and died in darkness, but he became a king in darkness. He had his own dreams, and he was able to stick to his dreams in darkness. As for us, we are disappointed and lose all directions. In the end, we know that ordinary is our home. However, compared with darkness, ordinary is a noble existence. Moss can learn to bloom like peonies in darkness, so why can't people learn from moss to stick to their beliefs in ordinary life? People always wait, waiting for time to wash away their despair and desire; waiting for time to wash away their innocent hearts. Moss doesn't wait, because it can't wait. Things are unpredictable. Maybe one day the darkness on which he depends for survival will be torn apart, and the sun will burn him painfully, dry him up, and he will die. After countless ups and downs in life and no matter how much effort we make, we will all die in the end. While we are still fantasizing about tomorrow and immortality, the moss has already taken root quietly and said, "That's another day for me." Our way home is destined to be ordinary, so the key is whether we can keep a sincere heart like moss on the long road of life. How many people can be a single piece of green, a piece of unknown moss in the long river of time?
