shallowness and women

     When with an unmarried woman, the conversation inevitably revolves around her boyfriend's family background, job, appearance, how good or bad he is to her, and then his clothes, makeup... When with a married woman, in addition to these, there are her children, husband, in-laws, house, car... not to mention those close to her, like food, clothing, housing, and other close relationships. Once the conversation starts, they can chatter for hours without getting tired. This is understandable, but what's incomprehensible is that some women are born with a knack for stirring up trouble, acting like megaphones, adding fuel to the fire, spreading rumors, and sowing discord. They only want others to know that they are their closest confidantes, that they are the most beautiful like a Bodhisattva, and that they are the most sincere.

    This is nothing more than a deep-seated contempt for women in the hearts of most men. They are demeaning themselves, interpreting "self-inflicted harm" as "execution," unaware of Mo Yan, not interested in the news, but meticulously probing and spreading others' privacy, holding grudges over trivial matters, and stirring up trouble behind their backs without feeling satisfied.

    Women, you may not be beautiful, elegant, have a background to be proud of, a home to truly rely on, or a respectable job, but you cannot be trivial, bored, or self-deceivingly arrogant, belittling others while simultaneously demeaning yourself.

    Women, learning to love yourself isn't just about buying a few expensive clothes to enhance your image; it's about regularly examining your words and actions to see if they are appropriate, whether your understanding of people and things is arbitrary, and whether you possess a heart that loves society, humanity, and life.

    Women, you may not wear expensive clothes, live simply, or have a frugal life, but you cannot belittle yourself, be slovenly, or constantly frown, wallow in self-pity, criticize, or lose your temper. A classmate of mine had a father who broke his hand while working. My mother, who had worked tirelessly to raise her two children, dressed simply but always neatly, cleanly, and simply. She was always positive, optimistic, and full of energy. Her home was simple, but every old item was arranged neatly and appropriately, creating a comfortable and warm atmosphere. Every time I visited, I was filled with admiration and deep respect for her. What I respected even more was that, under her influence, her two children were neither ashamed of their poverty, nor arrogant or competitive. Both achieved excellent grades and, through their own efforts, now hold very good positions. This is the profound and subtle influence that women and motherhood have on their children.

    Women, you can be ordinary, but not mediocre; you can be lonely, but not empty; you can lack inner richness, but not be too hollow; you can lament, but not constantly complain; you can be proud, but not arrogant; you can be humble, but not self-deprecating… Life doesn't require profound philosophical insights or the talent of Eileen Chang, but you also cannot be so vulgar as to be pathetic. In the complexities of life, you must know how to advance and retreat with moderation, how to love and hate with moderation, and how to choose and let go with moderation. Read more good books in your spare time and make more good friends; life will always be more interesting and meaningful. Staying grounded can reduce superficiality.

    Women, learn how to love yourselves.

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