The time was November 2, 2015. After dinner, I helped They were tangled together, and it was a scary mess to hold. X is using it to knit a very meaningful scarf. The previous scarf was invalid because she knitted it from 25 stitches to 50 stitches. The scarf has been knitted a few centimeters long, and is dark blue, which matches her style very well, but she obviously did not realize the possibility of not being able to knit it anymore. The so-called "ship to the bridge" naturally seems to be very particular about the specific situation. However, this way of acting is in line with X's style. She has an inexhaustible creativity in her. I would always be dumbfounded and dismissive of her because of her unconventionality, until I accepted that anything could happen to her.

I am very confident in untangling yarn. When I was a child, I played games and untied various knots. I expected that it would only take about 20 minutes to unwrap this ball of yarn, but I didn't expect that it would take more than three hours. But I was very happy and had a sense of accomplishment. It seemed that I had not experienced this kind of happiness for several years. The reason why this kind of happiness is so lacking is because when people grow up, their minds are full of discrimination - is this useful? Is it any good for me? How to get the most benefit? All these calculations keep us away from the purest happiness. I thanked myself that I put aside as many personal concerns as possible that day and simply got on with the ball of wool. I always seem to care about time. This behavior seems to offend people, but it's okay to offend. I don't feel bad about wasting too much time, but I will automatically feel a sense of desolation, which I can't stand. Once the heart of rejection arises, I will die at that moment. In fact, there is no waste at all. If you are truly perfect, everything you do will be pure and a kind of practice, as long as you can remain sincere at that moment.

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That yarn is a big piece of yarn. It is actually just a very long thread. To remove the yarn, you need to continuously pull out the main thread from the piece of yarn. The thread that comes out is twisted into a ball to prevent it from getting knotted again. At the beginning, I could easily pull the main thread out of the thread ball, and it was smooth all the way. It seemed that it would always be this good, but of course it was impossible. So after a while, I needed to pull the main thread out of the ball of wool behind it. This work became more and more difficult, because the more you pulled out the main thread, the tighter the ball of wool below it was until the main thread could no longer move. . X also took over the wool for a while, and she wrapped the wool that hindered the main line activities elsewhere. I felt that these rough winding threads would form a new obstacle during the next process of disassembling the wool, because they would be It was not properly resolved, just bypassed. I thought about the way I deal with some things: I am eager to solve the problem at hand, to produce results or to get myself out of a bad situation, and I will avoid some problems. Although I feel good at the moment, those things that have been bypassed Sooner or later, the problem will come out, and it will be tighter than before like wool. When I was in high school, I didn't want to do my homework when I was emotional. I listened to songs, read miscellaneous books, and went shopping. Then my emotions became more and more serious, because I didn't face the essence of the problem directly, and blindly created the illusion of harmony in an attempt to bypass the problem. It's that simple. The more you avoid and the more you try to simplify, the harder the road ahead will be for you. The way The method successfully solves the immediate problem, but some deformity left in it may destroy you later. Many lies will fall apart once they are exposed, even though they once appeared in your life in the form of a Bodhisattva.

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X, like me, focuses on the main line at this time, and what we do is simply draw the main line outward. Needless to say, X's efforts also faced the end of the road: the main line finally became stiff, as if it was rooted in the center of the mess, unable to move at all. At this time, this mess seemed even more irredeemable. When I looked at it, I was filled with emotion.

That ball of wool is like a person, a mess that can never be saved. I wonder who's brain would be ruined if it looked like this. At this time, I believed that it was a ball of wool that could not be untangled at all. I vaguely saw it being thrown into the trash can, or it could be said that it was cut into twos and threes. In a fit of anger, This ball of yarn aroused my sympathy. It reminded me of some people and some things. I took over the yarn, still filled with emotion, just like a doctor taking over a patient who was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I pulled the wool without a clue, feeling it was like some form of excrement or animal offal that had been discarded en masse. I thought of some people, and I said to X: "Social work principles: Believe that everyone has self Don't lose faith in the possibility of perfection and salvation. "Yes, you must believe that every ball of yarn can be saved." This sentence was repeated throughout the process of unraveling the yarn.

At first, I also used the X method to directly draw the main line out. But after taking over the wool this time, I subconsciously loosened the tightly entangled wool to allow more room for movement between the threads. I realized this move and asked X to look at it. "I'm tightening it, you're loosening it." I sensed the possibility that things might turn around because I had a new perspective. I still held the main thread and tried to pull it out. It was undoubtedly very difficult - the bit of wool that was pulled out shrank back as the thread ball relaxed. I didn't dare to go around the surrounding wool anymore, I knew they would Permanently interfere with the subsequent suture removal process. Mao Yao is still clueless. Me and It went into the incubator for a day or two, and then it could no longer be saved. "The wool should have been sorted into balls as soon as it was bought, but X was knitted directly, poor child.

I still tried to pull the main thread outward as much as possible, but its stubbornness undoubtedly made me helpless. The mess tightly pulled the main thread that I wanted to come out of. I picked up the main thread and said to yarn. I pulled the main thread, as if it was in opposition to the thread that was blocking it. In fact, they were one, and what trapped the main thread was either someone else or itself. Just like people are born free, but they are surrounded by shackles everywhere. The shackles are all set by people themselves. I continued to shake the ball of yarn to loosen it as much as possible. The other end of the shaking yarn was exposed. I excitedly grabbed the end of the yarn and shouted: "Head! As long as there is a head, there is hope." ." We laughed.

I tried to pull out the newly exposed woolen end (let’s temporarily name it A for easy identification). Compared with the other threaded end, it was clean and clean. There was no one left, and the scarf that had been knitted a few centimeters earlier was connected to the main thread, and the needle was still stuck on it. I wound the extracted A around a piece of trademark paper, and gradually wound it into a ball to prevent it from messing up. A is also difficult to pull out. The congenital deformity of this ball of wool is too serious. At this point I still can’t guarantee whether the ball of yarn can be unraveled. I followed A and explored inside the yarn, and I saw that it was tied up in various ways with other yarns, and there was no possibility of it being pulled out. The more I pulled it out, the stronger the restraining force of other yarns became, and I almost wanted to tear A off. I thought of the golden rope in "Journey to the West". The more the fairy trapped by it struggled, the tighter the rope became. I suddenly realized that I could actually rewind A. It was indeed very laborious to pull A out, but it was relatively easy to go in. This required me to always hold A and prevent it from getting lost in the process of retracing. The only thing I have to do now is to loosen the wool around A as much as possible, so that A can drill back and keep drilling back-until it meets the previous main thread.

So I desperately wanted to prove that they could be saved, that the ball of wool was them. Yes, they can be saved. Maybe, they are myself.

I think everyone should buy a ball of yarn to unwrap it. What you unwrap is not the yarn, but yourself.