This evening, the heavy fog once again permeated the city, which was hazy everywhere. Everything seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. The tall buildings and trees in the distance played hide-and-seek, hiding in a mist, which made people unable to see and guess clearly, just like the small ninth in a woman’s heart. In fact, in the real society, there are hazy fog everywhere. And news, we are separated by fog, and the media has become the bridge between us. The big and small events happened in the society were distorted by the media, either tall or short or fat or thin. When they were spread to us, they were no longer the most original things, maybe we added the soy sauce of politics, the subjective monosodium glutamate and the mystified salt. It is their usual trick to report good news instead of worry, and to filter big accidents into small ones. The things presented like this make people look at flowers in the fog and the moon in the water. There is fog between me and my colleagues. In the process of communication, the superficial harmony and friendliness covered your sight, but the things behind the fog were looming, which made people hard to figure out. Sometimes, if you confide something in your mind with a colleague who has a good relationship, and say something long and short, it may not be long before you have already spread to others’ ears, causing disaster. Sometimes the person who framed you behind is usually the one you trust most, the one who is close to you at ordinary times, and the one you think can see clearly, as a result, after you know the truth, you find that the heart is through the fog, and what you see is not real. What you see is just the moon in the water, which is ten thousand Eight thousand miles away from the moon in the sky. Just like life, there is a clear mist between them. When I was young, I was ignorant. I took a glance at things, was led by the nose by the appearance of things, or was played by others without knowing anything. With the passage of time, the deep involvement of the world and the inner growth have gradually become a pair of golden eyes after constant collision and training, looking at problems and thinking about things can clear away the mist and see the things inside, and can skip the confusion of the foreign minister to see the essence of things. There may still exist the middle of the game and the fog in the fog. The essence we see now may only be the appearance of deeper things. What we open now may only be the door ring of the outer yard, and there may be thousands of doors inside, this requires more experiences and thoughts, more experiences and feelings. Only in this way can we see and go further on the path of life filled with fog.

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