Only when there is love in the heart can there be classic prose. A good article is very useful for us to understand life and is also our main lighthouse. It is very necessary for people who are confused. Then, here is a classic essay, only love is in the heart.

There is love in the heart, and there will be classic beauty. 1 Some people describe women as "out of touch with human fireworks", free from vulgarity, free from vulgarity and spotless. But I think she is far away and lonely. She is a distant stopped cloud in the cloud, a drop of dew perched on the lotus leaf, alienated from others, unlike a human guest.

In the Story of the Stone, Mr. Cao's evaluation of Miaoyu is that "people who are too tall are more jealous, and people who are too clean are equally suspicious". Li Wan saw that the red plum in the temple was interesting and held a grudge against Miaoyu, so he sent Baoyu to the temple to beg Hongmei to write poems. "After China's accession to the WTO, choose red snow and cut ziyun from the dust." If you care about poetry and thin shoulders, your clothes are especially covered with Buddhist moss, which is very poetic and quiet.

The moss in the Buddhist temple is getting deeper and deeper, and few people come to the door. That woman is cold and aloof by nature, and has no smell of fireworks. She is like a cold plum poeticized by snow water, opposite to the open fragrance, overlooking the different world, and she knows that she is out of place with this fireworks world.

I also want to read the ancient Buddha and see the old. However, the fate of the dust settled is not over, and the word "love" cannot escape after all. Meditate all your life, but you can't beat demons. Want to come is also an idiot, poor!

Perhaps, a woman with a little fireworks smell will be more lovely?

I like Zhang Ailing. "When I saw him, she became very low, as low as dust. But her heart is happy, and flowers come out of the dust. " It is tactful and straightforward. Flowers in the dust have unusual colors, smells and appearances. "

That man, when he saw this sentence, he also liked it in his heart, right? She will fall for him, and naturally she will wash her hands and make bride soup for him.

Wash your hands and make bride soup. This sentence is full of fireworks. It makes you feel warm when you think about it. A woman is willing to be confined in the kitchen and cook her life with her heart. Her beauty is that she doesn't know herself, she doesn't make public, and she only has a porridge for one person.

Years of mountains and rivers, this life.

Hu Lancheng and Zhang Ailing's wedding post read "May the years be quiet and the world be peaceful". Ordinary life and simple wishes were originally impossible to satisfy. In this way, as long as you love, there is wine when you love, food when you love, and fireworks when you love, you can live.

Ai Sanmao is also a tough and simple woman, longing for simplicity, "a farmhouse, several beds of vegetable gardens", "like to do manual work slowly and carefully, giving people a long and endless security and stability", and most importantly, sitting next to the person she loves.

Sanmao opened a China restaurant in the desert. Once she cooked chicken soup with vermicelli, she happily stirred up a vermicelli and told Jose, "Well, it was the first rain in spring, which fell on the mountain and froze one by one." After the mountain cells are tied, they go down the mountain to sell rice wine in bundles. I finally bought it! "

I can't help being amused by her. This woman is really interesting. Spring rain for rice wine, it sounds as if there is such a thing, poetic fireworks, warm mood, moist days. Jose is very happy.

I also read Xue Xiaochan's Spring Morning. The light is beautiful. Boil old white tea, add dates, a room full of dates and tea. "The smell of fireworks, once dyed with tea fragrance, feels clear and peaceful, Zen, plain and clear, shallow and bright, indifferent and quiet. It seems that if you put a simple heart in the fragrance of tea, people will not be old.

The wind blew in from the window, and the tea smoke dispersed, very light. People are in the house, reading, writing, arranging flowers, or doing needlework, listening to the old wall clock ticking, quiet and happy.

I don't know how many years of dusty dreams this kind of affection can achieve.

Women with love, they live really, happily and are good at cooking words to satisfy their hunger. Even their words have a faint smell of fireworks. A wisp of this fireworks smell lingers between the lines, like a "lingering sound", which can withstand the elutriation of time and the polishing of years. The more polished, the more Wen Ya agarwood. People who read this chapter will only feel quiet and happy, and will not feel bored.

As long as you are alive, it is better to be a fireworks woman and be indifferent to gains and losses.

Settled in the south of Jiangnan, there is a yard full of flowers and plants, there is a beloved person, you are willing to wash your hands for him to make bride soup, smile, lower your eyebrows, wash rice, cook, choose vegetables and make soup ... so warm, this life is enough.

Author: Qinhuai sang

There is love in the heart, and there is a way. Life is extremely important to people. Like people, pigs belong to animals. This beast only knows how to eat, and sleeping after feeding his stomach is the main content of his life. He has never seen any pig think about the length and value of his life. People attach great importance to the length of life. My neighbor, Lao Tangtou, always greets me when he sees me, so I praise him "You are so energetic". He was so happy that he couldn't speak clearly and told me that he could live for another ten years. In fact, he is over eighty years old, and he can't stand up without help. He still values his life. It is enough for him that others know that he is still alive. But I think it is meaningless to live like this, and there is no gold content.

We are approaching death every day from birth. It is important to cherish the process of life and add luster to the world.

Death has been here several times, and every time he dies, I can sit at my desk and write these strange things.

There aren't many calendars on the desk. The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and before you know it, it's more than half a year. Come to think of it, nothing can take root in your mind. Even if one or two things can be remembered, it is only rare. Cause and effect are hard to say clearly, as if everything is gone. Life is time, whether you remember it or not, you have to move forward after all. I'm going to be one year older anyway.

About 30 years ago, because of my work, I met several newspaper typesetters. They are about 30 years old, mostly young mothers, accompanied by typing, ink and newspaper samples every day. During the Spring Festival in Xin Wei, almost all people make a new cotton-padded jacket with red cotton-padded jacket embroidered with gold thread, which is very eye-catching and hot.

I am not an aesthete. I believe that beauty comes from people's thoughts, is born in people's hearts, and lies in people's appearance. The world is beautiful.

I remember that during that time, in order to catch the newspaper, my eyes were tired, my finger hemp was tired, my waist and legs were tired, and hunger and drowsiness came from time to time. They insist on sorting out each type and adjusting each page. When they left their jobs, it was early the next morning. The whole coal city is asleep, and only orange street lamps send them home. When the sun rises in the morning and people in the mining area are reading newspapers, who knows that they almost stayed up all night and who knows the hardships they have paid. The name of the editor-in-chief is brightly printed on the page of the newspaper, but these typesetting women are unknown. They are heroes behind the scenes.

This is them, ordinary typesetters. Put the types in one by one, make it into newspapers, national policies, new customs, wonders and strange things in the world ... all of which are attractive spiritual food for you and me, so that every reader can feel warm, increase his knowledge and be influenced by beauty. Can you say their hearts are not beautiful?

This is them, typesetting women deliberately show the light of life. Red cotton-padded jackets of the same style are burning with their fiery enthusiasm, and jeans outline the elegance of women. They yearn for beauty, pursue beauty and love beauty, not to mention being young.

This is them, bold and masculine typesetting women workers. Take a swig of wine, make a few vulgar jokes and reveal your happiness. Dance a few rounds of ballroom dancing generously, and it is said that there are people who can play mahjong. I really admire them for arranging their lives so richly and tastefully.

Yes, they still have a lot of disappointments, no matter how tired they are at work or how late they come home, some rent a house and live as cold as ice, some have to make breakfast for their husbands early at work, some have a long way to go home, and some have young children to nurse. They have not given up their desire for life and their pursuit of beauty. As the episode in the TV series "Desire" sings: "Hope is still there, tomorrow will be fine ..." They love work, life, teachers, friends, elders and younger generations with their sincere love. Of course they love themselves more.

They know that there is only one life, whether it is pain or joy, whether it is dull or brilliant, whether it is sadness or joy, it is a beautiful movement of life. Life is beautiful, and beautiful things are always fleeting. They are seizing the opportunity to vent their beauty and create social beauty.

I thought of the beautiful potted flower that blooms at night, the protagonist of A Flash in the Pan.

Can see a flash in the pan, thanks to insomnia. Epiphyllum gradually spread out, slowly and persistently, and began to wither in about two hours until it withered. Youtan Bowl Flower, which is only 4 hours old, is full of confidence and shows her life beautifully. A lotus-like "beauty under the moon"!

According to legend, Youtan Bowl Flower, as the goddess of flowers, fell in love with the young people who water and weed her every day. The Jade Emperor was very angry and the consequences were very serious. He punished the flower god only once a year, made the young man become a monk, and named him Wei Tuo. But the flower god can't forget Wei Tuo, knowing that every year at sunset in late spring, Wei Tuo would go down the mountain to collect dew and make tea for the Buddha. So the goddess of flowers blossomed at that time, hoping that Wei Tuo would remember her. But thousands of years later, Wei Tuo went down the mountain every year, and Epiphyllum bloomed silently every year. Wei Tuo no longer remembers her. Flower god does not regret, instant beauty, instant eternity. 7482 19 Mei Wen. com

Tao Yuanming said that he can recover several times in his life, just like an electric shock. Life is short and colorful.

If you can get up early, you can go to the street park, where there are hundreds of elderly men and women. They stretch their arms and swing their legs, and do various actions to relax muscles and promote blood circulation. At this time, before dawn, the stars are the rulers of this world. Although the night wind is tight or the frost is heavy, it is difficult to dispel their interest. Maybe you will think that they are old and weak, and the journey of life will not be too long. However, I can say for sure that they feel young and have a long way to go, and they are full of vitality.

This is not nonsense and self-deception. Material life will not last forever, but the spirit can last forever. These old people know life with emotion and rejuvenate with the idea of loving life. I know several of them. They used to be excellent coal miners in coal mines, leaving many well-known stories. Today, their tricks are fascinating. What's the difference between them?

Faced with a half glass of water, pessimists lament the loss of that half glass of water, while optimists will be glad that it exists. So is life. Pessimists always sigh that time is passing, while optimists always think that there is not enough tomorrow. I can't tell what kind of socialist I am. I feel that I have done nothing in the past, and I feel that I will probably make a difference in the future. Therefore, when I saw the desk calendar thinning from page to page, I felt a sense of loss, and at the same time I felt the existence of spiritual life in the square of the street garden, forming an idea: as long as I love life, life will be immortal. This often reminds me of a character in the novel Love Life who doesn't bow to fate.

Life is like a dream, and it is a hundred years in a blink of an eye. I once chewed Freud's Interpretation of Dreams, and only read a dozen pages in a few days, which is far more difficult than reading novels. After reading it, I still don't know what a dream is, and of course I can't understand the true meaning of "life is like a dream" Is life really a dream? At first glance, it makes sense. What is left year after year? As if in a fog, it's not a long dream to think about it.

When I was a child, my daughter asked me, "What is New Year's Day?" I said, "the first day of the new year."

I got this answer from my mother. I was puzzled when I asked my mother, but I still firmly remembered this sentence: "New Year's Day." Maybe that's what grandma told her mother. The daughter didn't understand and asked, "Should the first day be called the first day of the New Year?" Yes, it was called by our ancestors. One day, I'm afraid she will say the same thing to the children.

It should be said that time has no beginning and no end, whether it is "the first day" or "the first day of the New Year's Day", it is an artificial name, which makes people lose a year's life and produces all kinds of associations. Since time has no beginning and no end, life should also have no beginning and no end, and the law of "material immortality" comes from this. Everyone thinks that the way of life is different, which leads to a lot of joys and sorrows in the world, right?