Carlisle said: "The laurels of honor in the world are woven with thorns." In other words, a glorious life is bought with unknown loneliness and hard work. Since ancient times, too many people have exchanged loneliness for eternal glory, and too many people have exchanged glory for eternal loneliness. ...
"The wind has lived in fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much. " In the face of Li Qingzhao's ruin, a lonely heart suffers from endless loneliness-she can't gallop on the battlefield like Yue Fei, nor can she hold court proceedings like Xin Qiji, and she can't have a political or literary friend who can raise a glass and drink like Lu You and Xin Qiji. She can only chew her desolation alone, and an already tender and delicate heart is more sensitive and slender. Finally, in the later years of her life, she wrote something beyond youth. He wrote a series of poems full of life and tears, such as "Slow Sound", and stepped into the peak of his career in "searching, being cold and lonely, and being miserable". Obviously, loneliness is not destruction. As long as you immerse yourself in it without external interference and devote yourself wholeheartedly to your infatuated study, you can completely achieve your brilliant life!
"Tell her eternal sorrow" and "We heard the guitar of the Chinese princess tell her endless sorrow". Deep courtyard, bright-eyed ladies-in-waiting, silent butterfly, lazy dress. Wang Zhaojun, there is only a cavity of sadness and two curved eyebrows in loneliness, but the lonely heart has not been crushed. For the sake of permanent peace between the two countries, she bravely faced the coldness and helplessness of foreign countries. Think of the soldiers who fought bloody battles in the frontier, think of the innocent father and brother on the battlefield in wyndell dichinson, and those scenes hold Zhao Jun's heart tightly. In order to end all this, she is willing to be lonely and helpless for a lifetime! "She walked out of the Purple Palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk." What a lonely heart! What a brilliant and immortal woman!
At first, Yang Yuhuan was a household name. She was a beautiful woman loved by 3,000 girls. Before her death, the emperor doted on her in every way. "When the world of mortals rode the princess, no one knew it was litchi." Yang Yuhuan enjoys all the splendor and lives a luxurious life. Who doesn't envy? However, who wants to be lonely forever after being as brilliant as her? Have you noticed that on the Mawei slope, the son of heaven gave white silk three feet, a developed county, and was buried three feet in loess while it was still warm. "The earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever ",a lonely heart buried forever!
Everyone's life has his own value orientation. I hope you are not lonely, work hard and forge your brilliant life!
2. The melody of life
Pour a pot of wine to solve the ancient west wind; Embark on a road to search for old dreams all over the world, without complaint and desolation, and let it be covered with yellow sand: quietly facing the pavilion, it is a cool autumn.
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The greatest reward that life gives us and the greatest pursuit that life can achieve are all worthy of our pioneering and innovative efforts in this world. What runs through it is the melody of life-loneliness and glory.
Flowers applause makes people get carried away, cynicism makes people depressed, gossip makes people angry and sad. As the saying goes, "Don't bully, look at flowers in front of the pavilion, stay or stay unintentionally, look up at the clouds in the sky ..." It's really not easy to be so free and easy. If you want to achieve a brilliant life, you don't need to be vigorous, just plain, and always keep a lonely but not lonely soul. It is out of respect and respect for life itself.
Shallow green leaves give a strong flavor of life, while faint flowers decorate a strong poetry. Ruan Ji and Sun Deng's horns shine brilliantly, which I think is wonderful; I think Tao Yuanming's seclusion is wonderful, because he doesn't bend over for five buckets of rice; Su Wu made a brilliant life with his heroism, which I think is wonderful. However, don't Li Yu's concern for the country and the people, the sentimental feelings of Qingzhao and Cao Zhi's compassion for others all breed brilliance in loneliness? Loneliness and glory are the melody of life, leading us to different life realms.
Year after year, things are different, life is like January, and there is a gap between profit and loss. Everything in the world creates brilliance in loneliness. Mountains tell great stories in loneliness, rivers express magnificence in loneliness, blue sky reveals itself in loneliness, and the earth is brewing eternity in loneliness. Don't think that the river trickles into the distance, which means that there is no attachment between the two sides. It is a kind of brilliance, a kind of beauty, and beauty is like a water lily blowing in the breeze in the lotus pond under the moonlight.
My life is ordinary, but I am not ordinary because of it. I want to achieve greatness in the ordinary and gain glory in the great. Vast silence overflowed the sobs in the depths of my life and soaked my loss after the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled. I no longer have the sadness of "wounds, broken buildings and dusk lights"; There is no longer the feeling that "drinking is a song and life is geometry"; There is no longer the worry of "thinking that your husband will make you old, and the years will be late". What I want is Su Dongpo's philosophical view that "the Yangtze River surrounds the countryside and knows its beauty". Don't give up your freedom because of gains and losses, be self-satisfied, keep your mind unchanged, maintain your independent personality from beginning to end, and let life show eternal beauty.
What flows in the lonely river is the feelings of history, what falls in the dew of each flower is the cycle of seasons, and the bits and pieces of autumn rain have become the attachment of the earth to green flowers. As always, the seasons go round and round, and the white pony of life comes and goes in a hurry, without hesitation or tears. Instead of looking through the eyes and crying through the corner, I ride my horse and whip, so that the melody of life-loneliness and glory will bloom charming forever.