we have too many great men. Written in history and rendered, needless to say them; It is enough to be contemporary with us and show us greatness. These people, relying on their personal intrigue, cunning and cruelty, will never give up an opportunity to make themselves climb a higher level. As for sacrificing their personal integrity, the interests of others and even their lives, he has no pity. The greatness of these great men was bought with personal humanity, and they rose by stepping on the bones of the people. When he stands tall and looks great, there are usually people with meat but no bones, bodies and no souls, and dogs crouch at his feet in groups, look up at him and bark "great, great" for a while. When others get close to him, they bark, and besides the prestige of the strong master, they seem to be awesome. These great men and ministers are dependent on each other and in cahoots. In order to gain power, the master can't live without a running dog. In the pupil of the running dog, the master's respect may not be so solemn, but in their mouth it is another matter. They sold themselves for a bone. In the great man himself, the eyes look at the ingratiating face, the feeling of licking, and the ears listen to the voice of flattering. The people around him surround him in a Xiaotian field like steel walls, but they are too close to see, but they can't recognize the left and right. Over time, they can only listen to the ears of others and aim at the eyes of others And these others, who covet something with him as a magic weapon, 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 whole opposite. Believe that falsehood is true, take truth as falsehood, reverse right and wrong, and distinguish between black and white. In ancient times, there was such an emperor who was hungry all over the world. He blamed the people for not eating minced meat. Today's great men may still eat eggs for one dollar. Such a great man lives in mid-air in thousands of feet, completely divorced from the masses and reality. In front of others, he puts on airs and pretends. In others' eyes, he is not a "man" but a "great man". He himself, who can't be free, doesn't want to be free, and doesn't dare to be free, stifles and suffocates some of the human nature, and puts on some artificial things. This has been done for a long time, and he feels that he is not a "person" and has become a "person" of another person above "person". A reluctant explanation is a "person" who is alone. Such a "person" is "similar in sex, but far in learning", far away from the people and human nature. Such people are headstrong, cruel, hypocritical, reactionary, semi-crazy, self-deceiving, and deliberately "don't make the world fail me, I will fail the world." What will it be like to hand over a country and a world to such a semi-madman to rule? The seeds of "princes and princes" can no longer grow in the airflow of the new era. When the tide is gone and great men have to be thrown in the air 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 besieged on all sides, he realized it, but it was too late. A personal hero is a tragic hero. Hitler and Mussolini are a thing of 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 a kind of minimalism. A spray is small, and the ocean with huge waves is the expression of its collective power. A grain of sand and dust is small, and they have created a towering Tai Dai. A grass is also a small flag of creation. Can't a small flower also strengthen the colors of spring? When I say small, it is the most natural, true and human, which is just the opposite of what I said above. A star, without a name, has light and warmth, one after another, and the whole night sky is brilliant for it. No one conceals anyone, and no one hinders the existence of others. On the contrary, they reflect on each other, and each is a member of the collective. Knowledgeable scholars, don't brag about your knowledge to the people. You are not an expert in this respect, because you are blessed, idle and rich. Can you handle a hoe and make it familiar? Before other people's skills, show your smallness. Trade your spiritual food for grain. Politicians who give orders, can you also manipulate the axe handle as well as the political handle? Generals, don't just remember how many people can be killed or killed by one of your own orders, but also think about how many crops can be born and how many weeds can be killed by farmers' hoes. When an individual is isolated from the public and is shorter than others by his own strengths, he consciously is superior; Think of yourself as one of the masses, and 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 in person; I often think that when I stand on the shore of the ocean and look far away, when I stand at the foot of the Himalayas and look up, I will feel small. Therefore, I love the sea and a gurgling stream; I love mountains and a mound; I love the sound of trees and a wisp of smoke. I love children's eyes, I love the nameless masses, and I also love the general talking about soldiers at night-if he has not forgotten that he is a person. The smallness I said is a starting point to the new heroism. Being small is to put people on an equal line. Being small is a disinfectant of arrogance, arrogance, ambition and mutilation. Being small is to restore people to adulthood and make people think that the collective is more important than the individual. When a person exerts his greatest possible strength for the masses, the nation and the country, he becomes a hero of the people-a new hero. This hero sacrificed himself, not for himself. The aperture above his head is radiated from his personality and blood. Everyone is small, but when the smallness is expanded to the extreme, everyone can become a hero-a new hero. This century is the century in which the old-fashioned great-looking man fell; This century is the century when the small people wake up; This century is the century in which new heroes are born. I say so, and I believe so. .
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