Inspirational Beauty Appreciation Part I: Dream of Xinghua Water Town
I often dream of the cloud and water town of Suzhou and Hangzhou. I have always stubbornly believed that she is a confidant I have never met. She has been waiting for me in a distant land for thousands of years, waiting for my arrival. Several generations have held me in gentle arms and held everything of a passerby with my warm heart. Even if it is just a brush, it also breaks an extremely romantic agreement.
An oil-paper umbrella, an guqin, a section of Su Causeway, and you on the banks of the south of the Yangtze River came into my field of vision calmly. Only by bending your brows can you even the long-lost distance and smile.
You should wear a gentle, like wearing a bun, but you don't need that kind of heavy tassel. You should step on wooden shoes, come out from behind the screen of the Song Dynasty, and come out from the shallow songs, as elegant as a different kind of Xi. Then, you should have stepped on the bluestone falling in England, and the crisp footsteps penetrated the misty and wet fog, knocking on Wu Nong's soft language, full of poetry.
Perhaps it can be said that your elegance is like the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, delicate and subtle, with the purity of washing away lead. Even if there is endless fragrance, it is only in the uneven shade that a hidden corner is shyly exposed. Unlike some gaudy scenery, it shakes the eyes of the guests and is very enchanting. In fact, a beautiful woman like you will be more demanding than I expected.
I think a woman like you must have come out of a poet's imminent dream. And now you and I may be a chance, destined to meet here by chance at this moment, this moment.
You come slowly, my breathing is a little confused. I obviously touched your slightly wrinkled heart, which will inevitably make people's thoughts stagnate for a while.
Yes, Jiangnan has carried too much in the tens of millions of years of standing, and it is inevitable that some people will be depressed, so it is not surprising that Jiangnan women are sentimental.
I lowered my eyebrows gently. Wuyi Lane, Wang Xie's second bell-ringing house, has been lost. In those days, Wu Zixu was built as a city for the prince of Wu, and the ancient city of Gusu was the capital. However, it only happened to leave the melancholy of the last poet, as far as the midnight bell of Hanshan Temple in the Millennium. Now, since you frown, I'm afraid I can only vaguely see the white horse lying drunk on the head of Xunyang River that day. In the process of breathing, the dumb melody of pipa girl is still trembling in the eardrum, and my eyes are a little moist. I remember Wang said to bosom friends of different ages in his "To You in a Thousand Years": I wonder if you were more lonely then than I am now? ? At present, I am very lonely, but how I hope that my little warmth at the moment can solve her worries wrapped around the pipa string.
You finally passed me by, and I no longer expect you to tell me how she ended such a sad story that day. I shook my head. Let things that are romantic because there is no answer remain romantic.
You and I staggered, walked to the end of the eye, looked back and smiled, as warm as silver moonlight. Just, for a moment, I saw you, and the beauty's eyebrow makeup was soaked with tears.
So, I think, from now on, there will never be such a touching look back in the world. So I believe that one day after a long time, I will still remember that there was a woman who strolled into the cloud water town in my heart, which was in the dreamy south of the Yangtze River.
At this point, writing is not prohibited. The above is just a daydream that I came late.
All I know is that Yunshui Town can't hold on, and the apricot blossom and spring rain can't stay. She is just a prodigal son like herself. After sighing, my heart was pounding, and I really began to wait for a person to look back at the dim light.
Inspirational English Appreciation Part II: Not bad.
The world will not give you anything. This is your duty. Once I give it to you, it's mutual affection. As long as it is mutual affection, we must be grateful. Yu Dan (Inscription)
The best time is the past, and happiness is the future. This is a view that almost everyone agrees with. However, a closer look is frustrating. It is neither happy nor beautiful now!
That's true. There are too many people who would rather believe that now is the worst and hardest, and there is no happiness in imagination and no beauty in memory.
However, on closer analysis, things may not be too bad. Since the best time is in the past and happiness is in the future, today, now, or now, must also be the happiness expected in the past and the beauty to be recalled in the future. So? Now? The bad guy has become a happy and beautiful thing again.
In fact, if you want to be happy every day, you only need four words: not too bad.
Perhaps, the monitor is really not beautiful. You finally abandoned your worn-out bike and got on the bus, but the car passed by outside the window; You bought a car, but bicycles are popular now; You managed to save enough money for the house, but the long price makes you feel out of reach; You finally bought a house, but others lived in a beautiful villa; When you put on neat clothes, fashion really can't cover your figure. Therefore, such a sentence is highly respected because of the embarrassment of life: it seems that all bad things have happened to us. ?
From another angle, from another angle, maybe things are really not so bad.
When you are sitting on the bus, someone outside the window may stare at the bicycle and sweat profusely; You bought a car and people pushed and shoved on the bus; You live in a new house and someone is bargaining with the landlord; You are dressed neatly and beautifully, and there are still people who don't have enough to eat.
In fact, everyone's psychology has one? The bottom line of happiness? Once life falls below this bottom line, we call it? Unhappy? , even? Shit? . We use this standard to measure our life all the time, but most people in life always position their bottom line of happiness at a relatively high position. So we always treat life negatively and always face life with complaints. So, where is happiness?
Gaisibo (King Wen) was arrested and played Zhouyi; Zhong You wrote Spring and Autumn Annals; Qu Yuan was exiled, but he was given to Li Sao, Lincoln and Helen. I'm afraid we've heard about Kate. So, why do they have such a tenacious will? It is precisely because they have suffered so much and minimized their bottom line of happiness that they can face life with a positive attitude.
In fact, we have always been lucky, because there may be another one in front of any difficulty? More? Words. As Yu Dan said:? The world will not give you anything. This is your duty. Once I give it to you, it's mutual affection. As long as it is mutual affection, we must be grateful. ? In that case, why don't we draw a minimum for ourselves? The bottom line of happiness? , to? Not too bad? Come and face life, gather today's happiness and beauty, and taste happiness from the most trivial things? !
I have an appointment with Spring.
In the bleak and monotonous winter, I always look forward to the arrival of spring. I wish her grass would grow warblers, silk tapestries would brush the embankment, her thousands of trees and flowers would be like brocade and blue waves, and her orchids would be moist as crisp; I hope her spring scenery is full of flowers and red like rain.
In April, I sat in the breezy corridor, quietly waiting for the upcoming spring date.
Listen. Rumbling? Our spring thunder played the first movement of spring for us. Followed by a drizzle? Brush? It is underground, and the rhythm of the rain rustling, pattering and jingling on the glass, roof and leaves is so beautiful. With this wonderful percussion music, the pace of spring is getting closer and closer. ? Gung! Gung! ? Ah, it's a frog! It was awakened by bursts of spring thunder. Listen, they are high and low, and their voices are so sweet. The swallow was unconvinced and flew at the same time? Haw? Call and play together. Listen, this wonderful duet is as beautiful as nature. Poplar trees on both sides of the road are covered with green leaves. That leaf is like a thread? Allegro? Miss Chun brushed her hands. Allegro? There is a rustling sound. It seems to be accompanied by frogs and swallows.
What a wonderful sound of spring!
The sonata in spring continues to March, and the surrounding green is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems that green is flowing in the air. If there is only green, spring will be too monotonous, so all kinds of flowers will add color to spring. Pink peach blossom, white pear blossom and purple paulownia bloom in turn. Pomegranate trees are the most interesting. They first sprout tiny, red leaves on the branches, like red spots all over the branches. Then, the leaf buds gradually spread out, growing tender leaves, and the color changed from red to green. When the leaf is green, its little persimmon-like bud also sticks out. The colors of spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow. No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the general meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.
What gorgeous colors of spring!
The fragrance of spring has also come to my hometown. That sand fruit tree has buds. The bright red buds are as red as rouge. Go in and smell it. This is a pungent smell. What puzzles me is that the petals are so white after flowering! The fragrance of flowers has also turned into fragrance! Nevertheless, it attracts swarms of bees to fly among the flowers, and the air with pollen seems to vibrate gently with the wings of bees. Walking on the road that has just been washed by the spring rain, a humid breeze blows head-on, and the fresh air is refreshing. Facing the fragrant earthy smell of nature, I couldn't help but open my mouth, then took a deep breath and suddenly felt comfortable. Let people feel the beauty of spring.
What a refreshing spring!
Spring warms the heart and spleen. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. ?
Spring is fleeting. Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. ? So what? Some flowers can be folded straight, don't wait for it to fail. ?
Spring is cool and humid. There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. ?
I sat alone in the breezy corridor, enjoying my date with spring.