Boys often care about whether I am tired at work or not.

We have too many great men. Write in history and render them, needless to say; It is enough to be contemporary with us and show us greatness. These people, with their personal intrigue, cunning and cruelty, will never give up an opportunity to climb to a higher level. As for sacrificing his personal integrity, the interests of others and even his own life, he has no pity. The greatness of these great men was bought with personal humanity and rose by stepping on the bones of the people. When he stands tall and looks great, he is usually a man with no bones, no body and no soul, and there are groups of dogs squatting at his feet, looking up at him and calling him "great, great" for a while. Calling others when they are close to him seems to be very awesome except for strengthening the prestige of the Lord. These big shots and ministers are interdependent and in cahoots. In order to gain power, the master can't live without running dogs. In the eyes of running dogs, the respect of the owner may not be so solemn, but in their mouths it is another matter. They sold themselves for a bone. In the great man himself, the eyes look at the flattering face, the feeling of licking, and the ears listen to the flattering voice. People around him surrounded him in a Xiaotian field like a steel wall, but they were too close to see, but they couldn't tell the right from the left. Over time, they can only listen to other people's ears and aim at other people's eyes. These people covet what they use as a magic weapon and choose, change and edit everything they say and report based on their own interests, which is not only inconsistent with the facts, but often the opposite. Believe that falsehood is true, take truth as falsehood, reverse right and wrong, and distinguish between black and white. There was an emperor in ancient times who was hungry all over the world. He blamed people for not eating minced meat. Today's great men may still be eating one-dollar eggs. Such a great man lives thousands of feet in mid-air, completely divorced from the masses and reality. He puts on airs in front of others. In the eyes of others, he is not a "man" but a "great man". He himself can't be free, doesn't want to be free, and doesn't dare to be free. He suffocates a part of human nature and puts on some artificial things. After doing this for a long time, he felt that he was not a "person" but a "person" of another person above "person". The reluctant explanation is that a person is alone. Such "people" are "similar in sex, far in learning", far from the people and human nature. Such people are willful, cruel, hypocritical, reactionary, half-crazy, self-deceiving, and deliberately "don't let the world fail me, I will fail the world." What would it be like to hand over a country and a world to such a half-madman? The seeds of "princes and princes" can no longer grow in the airflow of the new era. When the tide has gone and great men have to be thrown on the ground and in front of the people, it is no wonder that Hitler committed suicide, and there were crazy legends before committing suicide. Being kept in the dark by others, or being kept in the dark by his own ambition, once the drum was broken and surrounded, he realized it, but it was too late. Personal heroes are tragic heroes. Hitler and Mussolini are in the past. What a powerful slogan their death is. Franco and Franco's brothers, read it Contrary to greatness, I like smallness, and I want to advocate minimalism. A sea with a small spray and huge waves is a manifestation of its collective strength. Although a grain of dust is small, it has created a towering platform. A grass is also a small flag of creation. Can't a small flower enhance the color of spring? When I say small, it is the most natural, real and human, which is the opposite of what I said above. A star has no name, light and warmth, one after another, and the whole night sky is brilliant for it. No one conceals anyone, and no one interferes with the existence of others. On the contrary, they reflect on each other and each is a member of the collective. A knowledgeable scholar, don't brag about your knowledge to the people. You are not an expert in this field, because you are blessed, idle and rich. Can you operate a hoe and make it familiar? Show your smallness in front of other people's technology. Trade your spiritual food for food. Politicians who give orders, can you also manipulate the axe handle like a political handle? Generals, don't just remember how many people can be killed or crushed by your own command, but also think about how many crops farmers' hoes can grow and how many weeds can be killed. When an individual is isolated from the public and is shorter than others by his own strengths, he will consciously be superior; Think of yourself as a member of the masses. When others' strengths are shorter than their own, they feel that they are small and the human collective is great. I often think that I can't compete with myself unless I stand in the ranks of the masses myself; I often think that when I stand on the shore of the ocean and look into the distance, when I stand at the foot of the Himalayas and look up, I will feel very small. Therefore, I love the sea and the gurgling stream; I love mountains and hills; I like the sound of trees and a wisp of smoke. I love children's eyes, I love those nameless people, and I love the general talking about soldiers at night-if he hasn't forgotten that he is alone. The smallness I said is the starting point of new heroism. Being small means putting people on an equal footing. Smallness is the disinfectant of arrogance, arrogance, ambition and deformity. Small is to restore people to adulthood, making people feel that the collective is more important than the individual. When a person does his best for the masses, the nation and the country, he becomes a hero of the people-a new hero. The hero sacrificed himself, not for himself. The aperture above his head is radiated from his personality and blood. Everyone is small, but when the small expands to the extreme, everyone can become a hero-a new hero. This century is the century when the old-fashioned great man fell; This century is the century when little people wake up; This century is the century when new heroes are born. I said so, and I think so. .

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