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Less is more, learn to enjoy limited happiness. I don't know if you have heard the saying "less is more".

This sentence was first put forward by German architects in the 1920s. Its main meaning is to get rid of unnecessary and complicated decorations and advocate a simple life.

This sentence was later applied to lifestyle and living conditions.

Simple life and spiritual prosperity are "Lessismore".

Simple lifestyle, cherish the happiness of spirit and experience, and learn to enjoy limited happiness.

Two days ago, I unexpectedly published a long article entitled "In Northern Europe, I feel ugly inside".

In this article, Gao tells about his life in Sweden.

To tell the truth, I was surprised, because he said that he was basically afraid to talk to people in Sweden.

Because the Swede he met, the founding boss of IKEA, has been driving Volvo for 44 years; People travel by boat, which is not a good boat.

They don't want to talk to you about money, status and your achievements in life. They may even be ashamed of their achievements in life.

He is a very proud man. In the United States or China, he will brag for a long time to improve his position.

But after coming to northern Europe, he could hardly talk to others.

A few days ago, a famous actor won the Emmy Award for Best Actor. As a native Swede, he will feel particularly uncomfortable when he goes to receive the prize.

Because they have a local "rule", the content of the rule is: never feel special.

So the first thing an actor does when he gets the trophy is to hide it, because he thinks it has nothing to show off.

But the attitude of Americans to this trophy is admiration and worship, and everyone will praise him.

He said: "I was really uncomfortable that night, and everyone's attitude made him unable to cope."

The living conditions of the Nordic people are simply shocking. In fact, it is a question of attitude towards life, and Lessismore is the attitude towards life that we should learn most.

Learn to enjoy limited happiness, because happiness itself is limited, and we are always greedy for more, so we are so unhappy.

Calm and cheerful personality, willing to enjoy, very sound physique, clear reason, lively life, understanding, gentle heart, kind heart.

These are not promoted or replaced by status and wealth.

Perhaps you can notice that most of the poems describing people's happiness and peace of mind are unpretentious.

For example, the poem described in Tao Yuanming's "Picking Chrysanthemums": Under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

Another example is the scene in Peach Blossom Spring:

The land is flat and spacious, so is the house. There are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees and bamboo. The traffic in the building is so busy that chickens and dogs hear each other. Some men and women dressed like strangers. The yellow hair hangs low and enjoys itself.

We will get, try and have more and more in life, but where is happiness?

Perhaps after trying "more", we can really understand it by knowing the deep meaning of "less".

Less is more, learn to enjoy limited happiness. American classic essay 2 "Walking in the Withered Woods"

One sunny late autumn, I was walking in the forest.

I was confused by spaciousness and sublimity. The sense of bondage and crowding in midsummer suddenly dissipated, and the eyes were like free-flying birds, hardly touching many barriers.

The trees around me bend or stretch straight into the sky. Because many leaves have been shaken off, the branches are clearer and vigorous lines are outlined under the reflection of the tidal sky. From the net woven by these lines, it is naturally more fantastic and unpredictable.

I stepped on the rustling leaves and occasionally reached out to pick up a yellow or dark red leaf that was spinning in the breeze, experiencing the lightness of body and mind. I carefully identify the curly veins on the fallen leaves and smell the dry taste; Moreover, with the movement of footsteps, listen to the sound of fallen leaves.

I looked at the tree and the tree looked at me. We have no language communication. Perhaps, in this loneliness and tranquility, there is mysterious information in the universe between us.

So, if you lose so many brilliant, bright and charming green leaves in spring, will it be melancholy or sadness? In the rustling autumn wind, does it indulge in memories of the past?

I stepped on the rustling leaves, and my heart floated across the forest like a cloud. One moment it's sunny, the other is gloomy and depressing.

Suddenly, I felt a soft voice like a harp coming from rustling leaves and bare branches:

Lovely people, you are really strange. Why are you worried about our fallen leaves?

-Sorry to disturb your autumn fun with me. Actually, it just flashed through my mind.

-No, you're not worried about us, but about yourself, you and your country!

I felt my privacy was exposed, and then my voice sounded like a clarinet:

You people are naturally afraid of losing, and we are never afraid of losing!

Life is nature, and it can only be reborn after death! Afraid that shaking off dead leaves will not breed new buds!

The sound suddenly disappeared, like music stopped abruptly. My mind suddenly stopped. It needs a short rest.

When you walk again, the dead leaves on your body seem to be of no help, and you will eventually die with the death of the meat. A country or a period of history, if it is too partial to the once brilliant green leaves, will wither and bear green leaves year after year ... the leaves are like a tide, and the autumn wind is like a dream. At this moment, my letter is completely calm. I feel that the information between me and the tree is completely connected. At least, I can do this to myself.

Happy because of loss, charming because of fading.

The four seasons are dialectics, but admit that the four seasons are painful.

I wrote a poem gushing from my heart on a yellow leaf.