There is a fence in my heart, and then the green vine climbs over it. Those little secrets are dotted in it, like butterflies resting and dreaming under leaves, which can only be described as pollen. There are jade steps in my heart, full of sachets and Yao, full of sweet words, exquisite Beckham and mysterious rosary. So loneliness no longer arrival, vase no longer lonely. There is a temple in my heart, which enshrines nobility, dignity, kindness, ideals and pursuits ... these are beautiful gods. Therefore, it is inviolable; Thus, you have the world and yourself. ("There is light in my heart")
Candle has a heart, so it can cry and inject sparkling light waves into the world; Willow has a heart, so it can bow its head and meditate, and it can bring sober green to the sleeping earth. Flowers have a heart, so they can float out the fragrance of youth in the sun. ("Heart Candle")
● Maturity is a bright but not dazzling brilliance, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that does not need to look at others, an atmosphere that eventually no longer attracts the surrounding, a smile that ignores the hustle and bustle, an extreme indifference that washes away, a thickness that does not need to be told, and a height that is not steep. ("mature")
● Green is a clear spring in the summer shade, and several green grasses are rippling. Green is the West Lake, which is always suitable for heavy makeup and light touch, attracting countless literati to be fascinated by it. Green, plum rain pool described by Mr. Zhu Ziqing, has become a well-known beauty. There is no doubt that green is the most exciting color. Dark green gives people indifference and tranquility; Light green gives people peace and lightness; Light green gives people the imagination of life. And green music may give people thinking about survival, life and life. ("Green Music")
● With a happy heart, you will feel happy everywhere; With a generous heart, you will feel warm everywhere. Life is inevitably hurt, as long as you face it bravely and firmly, it will become a rare asset. The heart is undefended, and the sky is wide and long. ("the heart is unprepared")
A bluebird passed by the window cheering, bringing music from heaven and falling like a pearl.
In a trance, someone drew his sword. Long song said, "Are we Artemisia people?" He walked away with a smile, rolling eastward across the Yangtze River, across the Wuxia gorge under the dam and across Dongting Yangzhou. Drunk into Chang 'an, waving his hands in the golden palace, pretending to be crazy and selling stupidity, my uncle grinding ink, and Lux taking off his boots, mocking the world; Travel around Kyushu, look at Sichuan and sing the Milky Way, hang on the blue waves, raise a glass with friends, never leave Wan Li alone, and weep for Chao Qing. ...
Li Bai, who flew in nine days ago, flew down, full of lofty sentiments, and composed poems all over the world, and performed a colorful picture of life. (Life is a responsibility)
● Love is the wind. "It's good for the poor to hear the wind." Love is rain, "Love peony contains spring tears". Love is soil, you can dig it out by bending down. Which soil has no blood and sweat of ancestors and no green dream of future people? Love is a cloud. When you look up, you can see one. Which cloud has not seen the yearning of children and the memory of old people? Because of love, we are grateful, because of love, we are full of grief and indignation; Because of love, we are willing to be indifferent to quiet days; Because of our love, we dare to wear boots to meet them. A life of humiliation, life is love; Deserve the righteousness above family, death is love; Clear and refreshing, live seriously, living is not love! Love life
● There is no tragedy without tragedy, and there is no sublimity without tragedy. Xuefeng is great because the hillside is full of the remains of climbers; The sea is great, because the wreckage of ships is floating everywhere; Landing on the moon is great, because of the fall of Challenger, life is great, because of white hair, farewell and helpless loss. Ancient Greece lived by the sea, and countless warriors who yearned for the other side went wave after wave, so there was a brilliant Greek tragedy.
● It may be that a wave has been pulled around a section of the shore; Pulling thousands of rivers and waters, the back waves push the front waves in the same established direction, and it can only be the sea that everyone hopes to return to. What calls the eagle to fly may be the instant goal it is looking for, and what calls all the eagles and Kunpeng to fly over the journey day after day and year after year can only be the vast and lofty blue sky.
It may be a candle that drives away the darkness, but it must be the sun that shines on the world that drives away the darkness of the whole world. a kind of ancient banner
● Beauty can be found in magnificent palaces, beside bombed bridges, on fragrant flowers and in candlelight dancing with the wind; Beauty can be found in the extraordinary statue of Venus, or in the jokes of ordinary girls. Life and death are two worlds, but beauty can shine on the edge of life and death. This is the power of life-the beauty of life. (Fantasy of Beauty)
When you cover up your meditation, the first thing that emerges from the lake of memory is the glorious background at the end of history. The desolation and heaviness through time and space. Reach the depths of our unforgettable memories. The black silk scarves of feather fans in the Three Kingdoms period, the Moon Pass in the pre-Qin and Han Dynasties, the Zi Xia in Chang 'an, and the hunger and sorrow on both sides of the river are all vivid in the recorded history. If memory can be transplanted, I would like to feel the ups and downs of the nation and the bumps in the road ahead in this dignified memory. When the song and dance in the Tang and Song Dynasties were peaceful, when Kublai Khan's fighters galloped across the land of Central Asia, we could rejoice and cry with joy in that glorious memory. When the national strength of the Qing empire declined and the butchers of the great powers slaughtered our Chinese sons and daughters, we could awaken the nation in that painful memory, work hard and get rid of national humiliation. It is this series of memories of blood and tears that give us tenacious fighting spirit and firm belief, and let us never forget it. ("Remember the suffering and glory of the nation-if memory can be transplanted")
Let me show you something I wrote first, ok?
The sky is high and the clouds are light, my happy life.
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Haizi's life of "facing the sea and blooming in spring" is a beautiful picture and a life I yearn for.
I have a small room facing the sea. The sea is blue, just like the color of the sky. Sometimes the sky is overcast with mist and flowing haze; Sometimes the sky is clear, fresh and natural, and there is a beautiful scene of spring under the sky. Sunlight permeates every corner gently. I can sit on the sofa in the yard, bask in the sun, make a pot of tea and enjoy it slowly. I don't want to drink any more after one drink. Cao Xueqin's wonderful jade once said: "One cup is a taste, and two cups will become a stupid thing to quench your thirst." When I see the tea leaves swimming in the water, the grass growing on the ground and the fallen flowers all over the mountains, an unspeakable peace will ripple in my heart. In this faint Ruyan Liu and beautiful scenery, is there any higher requirement for life?
There is a bed in my hut, a desk and chair with faint woody fragrance, a big bookcase with many books ... There is also a cat in my hut, and I call it Lolo. My kitten is not a nine-life cat demon, it only has one life, so I will love it more. I will feed it lots of fresh fish, give it colorful strings to play with, and let it clumsily catch butterflies on the grass ... I will also read articles to Lollo and tell it my thoughts and secrets. Lolo, promise not to tell anyone my secret, okay? Okay？
At night, I always feel very happy when I smell the incense burner, watch the fading sparks outside the window and listen to the sound of the waves beating against the rocks. This kind of life makes me feel so satisfied. Many literati live a miserable life, perhaps because they are too sentimental. A scholar, without a sensitive heart, is not a scholar? Just as I often sigh that time is like water, many things are flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water ... but there is a road full of sunshine and flowers in my heart, and those petals are scattered all over the floor. This road leads to my favorite life hall.
My Chinese teacher once said in class: "If you are too attached to a certain cause (not just a cause, of course), you will lose the meaning of living an ordinary life." Yes, everyone yearns for that ordinary and real life, but everyone knows that those little things are actually the embodiment of happiness. Can people who really understand Haizi and Van Gogh have geometry?
Both Haizi and I hope to have our own cabin by the sea, but Haizi waved goodbye to his cabin early. I will wish people like Haizi in heaven happiness and all their wishes come true. I wish them an ordinary and fulfilling life in heaven, so that they can forget the years, forget the pain, never be sad, never be lonely, and be prosperous and dreamless. And I will live a good life for all those who love me and those I love. I will never end my life prematurely like Haizi, because there is Lolo in my cabin. It only has one life and needs my care. If a portrait suddenly appears in the hut, it will always scare my lovely cat, which is not good.