If you can really see through the red dust, there will not be this question; if you really see through the red dust, will not want to seek a view from the outside world to support their own right and wrong; if you really see through the red dust, the face of all things, have their own internal screening and judgment, the clouds are as usual, and will not be entangled in the age of confusion.

The road of life is long, the road of thousands, reason is not easy to say, red dust is not easy to investigate. Often, the self-conscience of the survey, but also just a momentary obstacle.

To experience, to see, to hear, to doubt, to hope and dream, to go through most of the flavors of the red dust, and one day to reach a state of enlightened thought before being qualified to talk about whether or not to see through the fog of the red dust.

Nowadays, most sixteen year olds are only children, and they are at home. They're the babies of generations, and probably 99% of them are still in school and living carefree lives.

The problem with saying that a sixteen year old is seeing things through is essentially non-existent.

What is the red dust? What does it mean to see through the red dust? What's the point of seeing through it?

The red dust is life, the red dust is feelings, the red dust is human interaction.

Is it so hard to see through the world that you don't live anymore? Does it mean that you don't have any feelings? Is being a monk the same as seeing beyond the world?

Not also.

To truly see through the world is to be sensible, to understand life, to live it, to live it to the fullest.

To truly see through the world is to have feelings, to value feelings, to have no hatred, to have no ailment or envy.

To truly see the world is to know how to socialize with people and to be sociable.

Seeing through the red dust is so noble, so complete, so wise, how could one walk away, how could one hide from life, how could one be tired of the world, how could one be determined to love, heartless.

To see through, that is, to know the truth of all things. Any packaging, any cover-up, any deception, all at a glance. Good and evil are clear, stretching out, not overbearing, not excited, not a saint but respected by all.

Sixteen year old teenagers that are prodigies score in that area. Math, language, physics, chemistry, it can't be all-encompassing.

A sixteen year old boy who has seen the world, is he not a misanthrope? Is he not tired of studying? Sixteen-year-old people have not been in the world, experience is not enough, should be in the learning stage. To say that see through the world is extremely abnormal, should see a psychiatrist is right.

He knows the world pattern, who hasn't watched the newscasts. He won't go along with it, what can he do, can he change the world pattern?

He knows what people fear the most and won't say it, why not, is it deep? Are you afraid to?

Knowing that life is short, but not to cherish. Wasting time is a crime. If you don't cherish your youth, if you don't study hard, and if you don't try to master the knowledge of society, are you going to become an invalid?

What a great looker, real resistant to laziness, misanthropy, uninspiring, very much so! Very! Very! Not normal ！！！！！

Sixteen years of age, flower-like age, should learn to grow knowledge and insight, if not to study hard, just want to eat, drink and do lazy, get by, no life goals, that is not experienced, struggled, is lazy. Talk about how to see through the world? That can only be an excuse to relieve themselves.

When I was young, I also thought that I was different from others, that I knew everything, that I knew everything, that I saw through the world, that I had a big pattern, that I was sober, and even the feeling that everyone was drunk and I was alone.

Now I look back and think about it, oh, nothing, as small as it can be.

When I stayed at the bottom of the well, I thought the world was so big, and when I saw the stars and the sea, I realized how small I was.

In this world, it's always the more ignorant you are, the more confident you are, the more insightful you are, the more humble you are.

How many books has a sixteen year old read? How many roads has he traveled? How much life experience has he had? How many people has he met? He's not even a child yet.

Maybe in another decade or so, they won't dare to speak so loudly.

Don't get me wrong, I was being self-deprecating and didn't mean to make fun of the teenager.

Because I believe that there really is a teenager with that kind of pattern, I just don't know if he is or not.

Normal, sixteen year olds have basically three red herrings:

1. Parents. If the relationship with the parents is bad, half of this reddit is collapsed.

2. Object. If there is a problem with the relationship with the object, a quarter of this red dust collapses.

3. Friends. If the relationship with friends is not good, this red dust also collapsed a quarter.

If it all collapses, then it's time to look past the red dust. A child's redness is relatively simple, and it's relatively easy to get him back on the roll.

From the questioner's description, it's not the child who sees through the red, it's you who sees through the child.

Not normal! The sun has just risen, a beautiful life is waiting for you, to be full of hope for the word of life, to struggle to fight, for the ideal courage to move forward, to be a person who is beneficial to the people and society.

Not normal. The so-called red dust is life, sixteen years old has not yet become an adult, has been growing up under the shelter of parents, as if the greenhouse flowers and trees have not even entered the community. How to see through? Completely adolescent ignorance. Parents of such a teenager to gradually guide the education, in order to establish a correct outlook on life.

We are all passers-by in the red dust. The red dust has no concept, but only refers to all beings and all things in the world in general. A sixteen-year-old boy can't even understand what red dust means; he can't possibly see through it. I'm nearly sunset, and I don't see through the red dust much either. I'm still in a hurry when it comes to things, and I'm still angry when I'm angry. I still can't get rid of the things I'm not used to seeing. A mere teenage child has not been involved in the world for a few years dare to say that see through the red dust is really a fool's errand, self-importance.

A young man who doesn't know sadness, loves to go up to the top of the stairs. Love is a new word for sadness.