The cruelty and beauty of nature

"The old farmer looked at the endless spring fishway:' At the beginning, the weather was favorable and the roots of crops grew on the surface soil. When the wind comes, it will be destroyed; If the weather is bad at first, crops will grow strong roots, which can absorb the water and nutrients in the ground, and they will survive even if it is windy and dry in the future. " "

I don't remember where this passage came from. The only thing I remember is that after reading this passage, I can't forget the shock in my heart. Before, I only knew that the spring rain was gentle, she was the messenger of spring, and she washed away the remaining winter meaning; I only know that Du Fu's poem says, "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " I only know that there is a good saying in "Fish Songs" that "you don't have to go back in the oblique wind and drizzle". How many beautiful sentences are praising the spring rain at all times and in all countries? Unexpectedly, gentleness like her will make crops face the danger of death at any time. This reminds me of what Mencius said: Born in sorrow, died in happiness. I didn't expect her gentleness to be the chief culprit in killing crops' ability to face strong winds and heavy rains. Cutting open that beautiful appearance, I got such a cruel essence.

When you calm down and think about life itself, there are many evils hidden under beauty. But how many people would rather indulge in that hypocritical beauty and can't extricate themselves. I don't know if they are really addicted or just don't want to face the present. After all, too much beauty in life now is built on sin, and too much gentleness is laid on cruelty.

Looking back at Jack and Rose in Titanic, if Jack hadn't died at that time, who can guarantee that their beautiful love would not deteriorate after many years? In order to make this beauty last, Jack must die.

This reminds me of a sentence I once read: When the beautiful curtain falls layer by layer, what I see is the deep darkness of the stage. In this darkness, cruelty breeds to temporarily maintain the beauty of the surface. ...

Perhaps, beauty itself is a kind of cruelty. ...