There is an old saying in the world that binds the world to death and points out that this is right and that is wrong. At first, anyone who doesn't stick to the rules will always get a dirty look and point at his nose and say, this is not right!
Some people just do the opposite. Didn't you say that talking about historical topics must be serious? I'm just kidding about the Three Kingdoms. Bricks flying around is inevitable. Those old pedants can't allow you to run wild, saying one thing and doing another, but Yi Zhongtian, whatever he does, let the audience judge him. "Poisonous head" Han Han is like doing something. Love and hate are clear. I am a rebel. I criticize China's education and contemporary literature, which is not only a curse, but also a naked criticism. It's okay to make a fuss and spit. I will go my way and become my name. If you dare to scold me, don't stand there greedy! This is a cliche that confuses people. This is an era of people who are flamboyant and dare to go their own way. As long as you keep your position right and stick to it, you will always get something.
But there is also a boundary, a boundary that must be observed, and this is an ethical boundary. If you cross this line, it is not a simple personality publicity, but a blind responsibility.
Nowadays, with the rapid popularization of the Internet, some thieves who challenge all mankind in pursuit of stimulating personality use the Internet to attack other people's resources. They like to draw a squid and put an onion on other people's websites. What's more, even the national treasure panda is fooling around. Panda burns incense and asks which one to worship. Are you tired? Panda is still very tired. Quite individual, and you have been trying to cultivate more national treasures, but why have breeders been hiding in mouse holes and afraid to see people?
It can be seen that no matter whether they can fool around or not, if they really become rats, everyone will yell and fight. If you have this ability, what can you do?
This is a crazy time. Students in Peking University engage in "chatting with others". I can only say that he is at the forefront of the times. Why do you want to say that the school will be shameful? Is it because he is better than the president of Peking University in language expression? I said, go your own way and stick to it, no matter what those people do.
Go your own way, show your personality, write your own words and correct those rigid dogmas. This is also an argumentative paper with many elements. If you don't believe me, I'll add another argument:
Go your own way and let others talk! (But don't go the wrong way) 2 Frustrated life.
Do you know Xiang Yu? Do you know Li Bai? They, one is a military commander and the other is a scholar, all of whom have left a splendid legacy for the 5,000-year culture of the Chinese nation, but their mentality is completely different. -inscription
First, Xiang Yu
Once upon a time, when the horizontal knife touched, Yu Ji's blue slipped over Mao's head, and bright red blood flowed through her white neck. Suddenly, the strong man hid his face and burst into tears. The legend of your hero is an unparalleled story, and burning your bridges is your brave words. Looking back, Wu Ju galloped back and forth, and every round of fighting made bones pile up and blood flowed thousands of miles.
When the melody of Chu songs comes from all directions, it tortures your eardrum like a thrilling magic sound, and ruthless tears wash away your stalwart.
When the great achievements of "high-spirited mountain climbing" faded into a yellowed danqing, they went away in the sunset together with the song "The Wind Rises and Clouds Rise" sung by the Han family, leaving only the slender and graceful figure. Helpless, you can only end your brilliant life with a sentence "I have no face to show respect to my elders in Jiangdong", but I don't know that life without setbacks is not necessarily a magnificent life, and life that cannot extricate itself from setbacks is doomed to be a tragic life.
Second, Li Bai
Once upon a time, you "went out with a smile" and shouted "Are we Artemisia people?" . The intrigue of officialdom, the sanctimonious secularity and the ruthless reality have cooled your enthusiasm. How does Jin Sapporo, a "royal scholar", cover up your bohemian heart? Finally, you will be relieved after the setbacks in officialdom.
Returning to Shandong, seeking seclusion and drinking, sharing eternal worries, going south to wuyue, sleepwalking in the sky, and aiming at mountains and rivers, though not a "corridor temple", can be "I was born to be useful". That eternal pain is just a turbid wine. When the mood is suddenly enlightened, frustration is no longer a wave sailing against the current, but a brave wind. Therefore, the poetry garden that has lasted for thousands of years is blooming with the wonderful work of your romanticism. Violet lay, ups and downs for several years, pain; A cavity romantic lofty sentiments, fortunately!
Third, self.
Once upon a time, the bright red typo on the test paper made me sad; The teacher's harsh words made me cry; My parents' loud scolding made me lose my mind. ......
The shadow of pain gradually eroded my lonely heart, and confusion and doubt filled my heart. My thoughts wander in the valley of the abyss.
In despair, I recalled the good old days; In despair, I fantasize about the future. What a wonderful thing it is! And I, a person struggling with self-esteem, how can I be content with the imprisonment of failure? I want to stand up, like a star in the middle of the night, and try my best to shine that insignificant light. Although weak, what would the sky be like without it?
Fourth, the end.
The ashes of history filled the bronze incense burner, and the smoke was filled with ancient memories. Frustration, in the interpretation of personal success or failure, in the torrent of history washed away the rise and fall.
In the face of pain, Li Bai was complacent and indifferent, frustrated and calm, and faced the pain directly. When he vomited, he was already half the sky. Xiang Yu committed suicide after defeat, and the pain of failure dyed the water of Wujiang River red, magnified the pain and obliterated his own glory. As for me, I have been wandering in failure and nirvana in "rebirth".
It seems that frustration and pain are like a swamp. As long as you hold the ideal crutch, even if the mountains are heavy, it will eventually come out.
Walk into the sunshine
Sunshine always gives its warmth to everything in this world impartially, like a strict judge, without any deviation. The morning sunshine is transparent and clear, like a vibrant spirit; The afternoon sunshine is warm and lazy, bringing a little comfort; Getting sunshine in the dark will bring people new hope ... Some people may think that they have been abandoned by the sun, but I think that the sun will not abandon anyone, just because you dare to give yourself a ray of sunshine! -inscription
On the bleak street, the sparse pedestrians are in a hurry, only he, a wandering man, wrapped in a tattered coat, keeps strolling in the street, his deep black eyes shining with sly light, as if looking at something.
Finally, he fixed his eyes on an old man, raised an ambiguous smile, as if a lion saw its prey, and his eyes shone with strategy. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, humming a tuneless song, and seemed to inadvertently approach the old man.
The old man was so absorbed in the goods in the window that he didn't notice the dangerous approach at all. The gray sideburns and wrinkles around his eyes showed his age.
Near, near, near, he pretended to stand behind the old man, as if looking at the goods in the window, but his sharp eyes were fixed on the semi-brown wallet exposed in the old man's wind pocket. He held his breath and slowly reached for his wallet. His movements were very light, the veins stood out on his neck suddenly and violently, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat. It is not difficult to see how nervous he is at this time.
Yes, he is a thief, a thief living in the shadow. But what about this? He was abandoned by the sun. Since childhood, no one has ever given him a trace of warmth, even his closest family!
He frowned and reached for his wallet. He smiled and wanted to take it out. At this moment, he glanced in the mirror of the window. There was a child standing lazily in the middle of the road when a big truck came ... He had a momentary impulse to save him. Suddenly, he smiled to himself. What if he is saved? He is still just a thief. Besides, it may cost him his life! However, his heart still seems to be throbbing.
Near, the distance between the truck and the child, the harsh horn stimulated the whole street ... the child was so scared that he cried. At this point, a figure jumped out and pushed the child away, but was hit red-handed. He lost, lost to his conscience.
"Hoo ... hoo ..." He lay on the ground, panting in a low voice, and the street was red with bright red blood. He put his hand on his forehead, and the sun shone warmly on him through the gap between his fingertips. He seemed to see an angel with pure white wings reflecting golden light. This time, he lived in the sun, even for a moment ... he always understood.
He closed his eyes slowly. Now, he will live in the sun forever. ...
People in the world have never been abandoned by the sun, but some people have built thick walls in their hearts and lived in the shadows timidly. Please give yourself courage and a ray of sunshine! I can do it, and so can you ...-Postscript 4 years left a mark.
When the breeze blows, ripples appear on the lake, which gradually subside after spreading to the distance. It seems that there is no trace, but there is a turbulent current in the depths of the lake. In life, the years seem to leave no trace, but they have changed us inadvertently, so work hard and let the years leave a perfect impression.
Down-to-earth, watered with sweat, let the years leave traces of struggle. I am a seedling among rocks, living in darkness all day. Although I am extremely ordinary, I also yearn for the broad blue sky and gentle sunshine. So I put my roots deep in the rock, tried my best to absorb limited nutrients, and opened the stems and leaves wide to carry more dew and moisten my dying roots. I don't know if I can survive here in my life, but I still try. Even if I can't see the vast blue sky and golden sun in my life, I still want to perfume this time with sweat and let the years leave traces of struggle.
Choose the ideal, defend it with your life, and let the years leave unyielding traces. In that war-torn era, I came. I was greeted by half a broken country, and the other half had already been trampled by Yidi's fighters. I have worshipped Li Guang since I was a child, a flying general who never taught Huma to climb the Yinshan Mountain. I am eager to gallop the battlefield like him, defend the territory like him, and make Yidi fearful. Holding the ideal of "serving the country faithfully", at the age of 20, I folded my ideal and hid it in my military uniform. Because of my ideal, I founded Yue Jiajun, and we are invincible. I smiled with relief when I heard the enemy exclaim, "It's easier to defend the mountain than to defeat the Yuegujun". The ideal of loyalty to the country is more prominent in the thick war. However, twelve imperial edicts fell from the sky and awakened me from my ideal. A series of "unwarranted" charges followed, and I gradually felt that it could not be realized.
Choose the distance, write with youth, and let the years leave traces of no regrets. Since you have chosen a distant place, you just need to share joys and sorrows. We can't change the pace of time, but we can change the traces that time will leave. Don't say if, don't say it again, not every mistake and miss can be repeated. What we have to do is: seize every minute of our life, try our best to make our body full of wisdom and let the years leave traces of no regrets.
Inadvertently, another period of time passed in a hurry, leaving a faint trace. Do you know that?/You know what?
It's raining in Vera's sky, and it's always raining in Mao Mao outside the classroom. At this time, the annoying school bell came uninvited, and Vera's heart tightened. She thought: How can I go home if my parents don't get off work? "Hey, Vera, let me take you home!" Jun Bai doesn't know when he has stood behind her and held up an umbrella for her. They talked and laughed in the rain. "I'm home, thank you!" Vera's innocent face was full of smiles. At the moment, my mother who just got home was closing the window and happened to see this scene. "Listen, you are not allowed to associate with that boy again!" "Mom said seriously. Why? You are unreasonable! She cried loudly and felt wronged. "If others see it, where will mom's old face go?" Mom is still very expressive. She was very sad. Why did her understanding mother become so unreasonable? "Mom is also good for you, I don't want you to get hurt ..." Mom's tone softened a little. She didn't listen, just looked out the window! The rain has been falling, floating, dripping on my heart, so cold, so cold ... the spring wind has been blowing. What a naughty little girl! I don't know when I sent a breeze to the earth, gentle and soft. "Junbai, let's not meet again, ok?" Vera said cautiously, her voice was as small as a mosquito. "Why?" Jun Bai leng, "although we are rivals in study, we should be friends in life! Do you have any difficulties? " "My mother said ... said ..." She hesitated, afraid to look him in the eye. Silence, a long silence. He understood the meaning of Vera's words and said calmly, "We just need to be honest." She bit her lip and left silently. The wind blows her thoughts, cutting and confusing. God, there are already white clouds in the blue sunshine, and the sky is surprisingly blue. Vera had nothing to do, so she just picked up a book and flipped through it. Suddenly, a word suddenly jumped into her eyes: we can't choose family, school and society, but we can choose our own way of life. As long as it is correct, it should be adhered to. Experienced, pursued, a clear conscience is enough. Watching, she suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened. In the early morning, she walked alone on a lonely path. The gardenias on the roadside are in bud and fragrant, but she has no intention of enjoying them. It's really "a long way to go, but it's Xiu Yuan". Jun Bai just walked right in front of him, and his eyes met. How embarrassing! When they passed by, they smiled tacitly, as bright as the sun. At the moment, the campus radio is playing the song "Gardenia Blossoms": "Gardenia Blossoms, it is a faint youth …" Vera in the article is me. Living under this blue sky, we need the sunshine of family, but also the breeze of friendship. Secular eyes will always misunderstand us when we are young. How I hope my parents can understand us and give us a vast sky to fly freely. -Postscript Reading the distant mountain outside my window, there is a distant mountain. I read to my heart's content, as if I were reading a beautiful landscape. In the crisp autumn season, the distant mountains are a ray of dark blue. At dusk, above a hazy mountain peak, there is a mysterious golden purple inlaid. In the winter morning, after a night of snowflakes, the distant mountain is a soft silver curve, so pure and noble. Sunbathing in the warm spring breeze. In the hot summer, its image seems to be much fuller. If you look closely, it seems that you can see the moist breath in the transpiration of the mountains. I have climbed Mount Tai, Mount Huangshan and many unknown peaks. However, for all the famous mountains and rivers I have been to, no matter how long I stop, I am just a passer-by. Their unobstructed views sometimes move me deeply. Perhaps the most beautiful scenery in the world can only exist in people's imagination. Today, the distant mountains outside the window have strengthened my mind. Can I get close to it? Of course, it's more than ten miles away from me. However, I can't get close to it because beauty exists in the distance. If that touch of indigo becomes real green trees and grass, that touch of golden purple becomes real hut farmland, and that misty rain becomes real mountain stream, then I will lose all my feelings and imagination. I can approach it, but I dare not approach it. Because when I get close to it, the charm of the distant mountain will disappear in an instant and disappear in the boundless distance. At that time, it will no longer be my distant mountain. Looking at the distant mountains, I understand that only at a real distance can I realize the real perfection and keep it in the treasure of my life forever. Time flies. That distant mountain is always so beautiful and rich. Beauty and wealth are treasured in my heart. Outside my window, there is a distant mountain. I read wholeheartedly, like reading a heavy book.
Winter is full of vitality, and she awakens everything; Summer is full of vitality, she embellishes everything; Autumn is shy, she dyes the forest red; Winter is cold and depressing, making everything barren. People's vitality is vividly set off by the depression and indifference in winter. Look! People are not listless because of the cold in winter, and they curl up under the covers all day. People's work goes on and goes on regularly, and everyone looks more energetic. People coming and going in the street are full of energy, and they never give in to the depression and indifference in winter. Some small business vendors are even more clamorous and endless. In the bustling crowd, you can also see warm stoves, hot tea eggs and corn. Winter is beautiful, and the most emotional thing is when he is wrapped in white. Snow is white and flawless. She doesn't need any packaging. The beauty she shows is simple, but it brings infinite reverie ... everything is so simple and clear against the snow. Seeing all this, no one is not impressed by her beauty, but also makes people write many poems for him ... Recalling the snowy day last year, everything was covered with white. The judicial department insisted on using her hands, which were red with cold and without gloves, to try to catch this falling thing from the sky, but she obviously didn't cooperate and left quietly, only adding a little moisture to her hands. However, she had a special liking for my hair, and she fell on my hair smartly and wantonly, and refused to leave for a long time ... I remember when I was a child, I would have a snowball fight and make a snowman with my friends every snowy day. I had long hair at that time, too. Tied into two braids, I kept running in the snow, swinging up and down, and my partner on the side always touched the hair of his ear and said enviously, "How beautiful!" " Later, the two girls grew up in the same primary school but not in the same middle school, but on snowy days, we all went out together without gloves, leaving our footprints in the snow. In the second day of junior high school, we were overwhelmed by the heavy study. In the first snow that year, the two girls didn't have a snowball fight as before, but just walked slowly in the snow holding each other's cold hands and singing their favorite song: "It's so cold, the snow is so deep." Snowflakes are still attached to my hair and still fall on my hair. We walked on the playground for a long time. Finally, she said, "There seems to be a feeling of' holding your hand and growing old with your son'." We all laughed. Although we shouldn't use this to describe us, I believe … in so many winters, we have gone through many days of holding hands and humming snowman. However, everything has an end, and we finally endure the pain of separation. She finally left with her parents. Knowing this, I couldn't help myself, and tears flowed down unwillingly. I said to myself: don't cry, she will live better there and get better grades. I always use these to comfort myself, but do they work? Once, I received a letter from her. She asked me to forgive her for leaving without saying goodbye. She doesn't know how to face me when I grow old with my son. She said that she missed the snow in her hometown, the "Snow White", the girl who insisted on walking with her in the snow without gloves even if it was cold, and the simple agreement. Finally, she wants me to get better and better grades and work hard with her. On my way home, I don't know which record store happened to play Mavis Fan's Snowman. The cold timbre and soft melody add a bit of silence to the snowy evening. "Snow, piece by piece, spell out the fate of you and me. Seeing that spring is coming, I will no longer exist ... "Mo, I feel how this life feels like a snowman being piled up and melted. Although the way of existence has changed, isn't the essence of snow a clear spring? She breeds the arrival of spring, irrigates the growth of summer and displays the fruits of autumn ... so, I love winter, her purity and uniqueness. She symbolizes hope and the arrival of spring. ...
1. the return of the soul
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(Shanghai examinee)
Fruits without seeds cannot survive in nature, and ears of rice without grains always carry ignorant heads. What about people who have lost their souls? In this era of media noise, in this era of true culture and pseudo-culture, are we blinded by prosperity and lost our hearts?
Kant has a cloud: there are always two reasons, both in the palm of your hand; Respect and fear, update with the day; Stars above, virtue below. But today, when we just sit on the grass and look up at the clouds growing in the sky at a 45-degree angle (Jing M Guo), who can understand the awe in the hearts of philosophers in the past? When the "simple" mouse loves rice is popular all over the country, who will regain the yellowed touch of "green, leisurely in my heart"?
Nowadays, cultural life is often simple and naive. There is no denying that youth literature can really bring fantastic feelings, and pop songs can also be regarded as a pastime after dinner. However, if these become the mainstream of culture, it is hard to imagine that a person can face the reality and let his body and mind grow up healthily together when he is immersed in it.
Another undercurrent of current cultural life is the noise of mediocrity and impetuousness. Every day, a lot of entertainment news makes people chew the anecdotes of stars with relish, and all kinds of "speed reading masterpieces" and "great wisdom of short stories" are among the best sellers. So that some people worry that when Charlotte took the initiative to throw herself at him, what troubles did Victor have?
One can endure the poverty of material life, but one cannot but pursue the nobleness of spiritual life. Apart from providing temporary entertainment, what else can similar cultural fast food keep in mind and reverberate in the lake?
The lack of individual spiritual culture is regrettable, but when it becomes the whole spiritual belief, it is a sad and even terrible situation. China's old Three Cardinals and Five Certificates have been broken, and the new cultural order has not been fully established. Living in this environment, have we also become a lost generation? Fortunately, the humanistic spirit has not been completely lost. When Ma Hua, a young volunteer, gave his life in Meili Snow Mountain, he brought the poet's idealism there and became a benchmark inserted in the spiritual snow peak. When Kunqu Opera caused a sensation in the university campus, people couldn't help believing that the traditional cultural classics still have a magnet-like attraction for young people who grew up under McDonald's.
It is not enough for a person to have only this life, he should also have a broader spiritual world. For teenagers, the spiritual soul may not be far away, but in the deep heart covered by many pseudo-cultures.
Soul, come back.
Comments:
This is a perfect composition that is good at independent thinking and unique in the examination room. The author puts forward a series of cross-examination questions from thinking about the ear of rice in nature and thinking about people. In shock, stick to the subject and go straight to the subject. Warning people: in this era of media noise, in this era of genuine culture and pseudo-culture, we can't be blinded by prosperity and lose our hearts. It is not enough for a person to have only this life, he should also have a broader spiritual world.
Through the hustle and bustle caused by the simple and naive fog and the mediocre and impetuous undercurrent in the current cultural life, the author sees that mass culture has caused the serious consequences of the lack of our spiritual culture and the lack of overall spiritual belief. Imagine, a person who has no sharp eyes, has not been nourished by good traditional culture, and has no sense of smell and sensitivity of elegant culture can think so deeply and see so thoroughly? The most prominent feature of the article lies in the use of rhetorical questions. Starting from the second paragraph, the author thoroughly analyzes the popularity of popular culture and the serious consequences caused by popular culture by asking questions.
2. Be kind to the soul of 21g.
According to western legend, the human soul weighs 2 1 gram. Compared with our huge bodies, this small 2 1g is insignificant, but it affects our lives and our lives. If we let it drift, our bodies will become walking dead, our lives will become small and humble, and we can only drift in the red dust with the wind.
Now, however, many people easily expel this small 2 1 gram from their lives. In this noisy era of cultural chaos, various value orientations are constantly pouring into vulgar ideas and life pursuits, just like thick fat wrapping people's light souls and spiritual ties with heaven and earth. This kind of "spiritual fat" takes consumerism as the path and interests as the grease, which is the garbage of the times in pursuit of entertainment and spoof. It accumulates in our spirit and corrodes our soul; It accumulates in the body of society, covering up people's thoughts lost in the cultural fog.
Mental fat accumulates more and more. It's time to clean up
Have you found out that "Sparkling Red Star", which was obviously fostered, has been tampered with into a noisy hip-hop sound all over the street-"Spit out what I eat", and that Liu Hulan, who is simple and strong, has been spoofed into a beautiful woman with blue eyes and blond hair, and Confucius, who is gentle and merciful, once spread hope on the dilapidated wooden cart. In the latest movie, she is not only good at martial arts, but also has an affair with Nanzi, who is famous for her fornication. Although the cultural environment in this era is relaxed and various values coexist, this does not mean that our thoughts can be laissez-faire and our pursuit of life can be arbitrary. On the vast land of souls, those universal principles of truth, goodness and beauty will always be a banner, hanging high at the top of the spiritual tree. As we all know, in France, Joan of Arc, a free national soul, is not allowed to be told what to do. In America, the black hero Martin Luther King, the lantern bearer of national freedom, is not allowed to be insulted and despised. Moreover, our economy has developed, our country has become rich and strong, and our six gods and seven gods have been launched, but what happened to our culture?
Our classics have been boiled again and again, our solemn history has been ridiculed again and again, our elegant Chinese characters have begun to swirl into the riverbed of lust, our classic idols have begun to transform into commercial atmosphere, and our success rule of relying on honesty and profit has been altered into a "thick" way. The so-called cultural manipulator entertains the public, while the public entertains themselves like Ah Q.
This is an era of cross-flow of materials. Too many people put lofty ideals on both sides and realistic interests in the middle. The spring of thought is turbid, the garden of spirit is deserted, and the soil of soul is lost. We had to get lost in the mottled and cracked wasteland.
In the face of the dying cultural environment, of course, some people know that we can't always say empty words in the room, but have sober reflection and solid actions. So, some people are insisting, some are running, and some are shouting.
In this world, there are Thoreau planted in Doutian West, Woods willing to spend a long time listening to the flowing water of Walden Lake, Woods who refuse to enjoy high-quality life in the United States and are willing to protect China's ancient buildings, Zhang Chengzhi who holds high the spiritual banner and sticks to Hanjiazhai, Zhang Wei who despises the empty city and blends into the wilderness, and Duras who always loves black and is crazy about flowers in his heart.
How to clean up our mental fat? It's only about our hearts. Even if we can't change others in the wide world, we can still maintain our inner world.
Only when our hearts are strong can we wash away the dirty and decadent mental fat. In daily life, if we read more good books and meditate for a while, our mental fat will be less. The human heart is a flower, which falls before the wind blows. How can clear spring irrigation without faith bloom beautiful fragrance in a polluted environment? The responsibility of culture is to warm spring, and independent spiritual belief is the last line of defense to support people's hearts. It has withered and withered, and we will never even leave a "sad desert".
So, be kind to the tiny 2 1g soul! Everyone sticks to it, and with less mental fat, our hearts will reveal a little fragrance, and life will be clearer and more spacious.
Perseverance is the key to success.
Leap, not ten steps; This is a great contribution to the success of Ma Xu. Similarly, the secret of success is not to achieve it overnight, but to persevere.
There is such a story.
1987, she 14 years old, selling tea in a small town in Yiyang, Hunan, 1 10 cents a cup. Because her teacup is one size bigger than others, it sells fastest. At that time, she was always busy happily.
1990, she 17 years old. She moved the tea stall to Yiyang City and sold the unique "tea smashing" in the area. Making tea is more troublesome, but it can also fetch a good price. Yes, her small business is always busy.
1993, at the age of 20, she was still selling tea, but the place where she sold it changed again. In Changsha, the provincial capital, the stall has also become a small storefront. After the guests enter the door, they can taste the hot fragrant tea. After enjoying it, they will pay for one or two bags of tea more or less.
1997, she is 24 years old and has been rolling around between teas for ten years. At this time, she has owned 37 teahouses all over Changsha, Xi, Shenzhen, Shanghai and other places. Tea merchants in Anxi, Fujian and Hangzhou, Zhejiang, all gave thumbs up when they mentioned her name.
In 2003, when she was 30 years old, her biggest dream came true. "In countries that are used to drinking coffee, there are also teahouses filled with tea fragrance, which I opened ..." When she said this, she had already opened teahouses in Hong Kong and Singapore.