Walking alone is really a little tired, scorching sun, wind and rain, mud, thorns ... and loneliness everywhere. In that long night, in that boundless wasteland, what I want most is a little human silence. Then clap for yourself. On that difficult journey, under that lonely sky, I comforted my dry heart with my own applause.

I don't like impetuous applause and dazzling flowers, but applaud myself for continuing the road under my feet. That road is very long, that road is very difficult, applause, but also your own applause, in order to let yourself summon up the last glimmer of courage.

There will be times like this. You've been gone for a long time. Dust covered his forehead and his cheeks were full of vicissitudes. You are tired, your lips are chapped, your voice is hoarse, and your legs are more like lead. When you look at it, the front is still full of mud, but you still can't see the head, and you still can't see a person's shadow. Your heart is moving. You want to find a place with water and grass, wash your face, moisten your throat, and then lie on the grass and have a rest. -Clap for yourself and call back your lost soul with applause. Hit the road, you've been delayed for a long time.

You're moving forward again, and the road is widening. You see many people, and they see you. They see your unkempt hair and dirty rags. Someone is pointing at you with a smile. You finally met a lot of people, but you also met a lot of people who didn't want to see you. Your face is red and your head is low. It's time to applaud yourself. You don't belong to them. Put all your strength on your feet. This is the boat of life that you can sail.

(5) There will be time. You have gone far enough, even to a place that is already quite good. Compared with the place in your heart, it's not much difference, it's only a little difference. The sky here is blue, the grass here is lush, and the birds here are singing carefree. You stopped to see the scenery. Applause yourself and wake up the memory with applause: the sky there is as blue as the sea, the grass there is still blooming, and the sound of birds is more melodious. Almost, after all, almost. Go your way, the place you are looking for is still ahead.

6. Applause should be given by others. Will it be ... don't clap for yourself? Aren't you scared? Well, clap for yourself more warmly! Do you feel a little bad? It doesn't matter. -or applaud yourself! When you need applause, clap in your heart and listen attentively.

⑦ You were born to go, the road is as long as your life, and you are destined to pay forever. Let's clap for this beautiful place! Walking through the high wind and dark moon in your own applause, walking through the rain, snow and frost.

The answer is colorful.

"The wood in the forest is beautiful, and the wind will be destroyed; People must make mistakes when they walk higher than others. " It is precisely because we are afraid of "shooting a bird in the head." For thousands of years, we have been used to observing the golden mean. Our brains are tightly bound by tradition and habit. We try our best to conform to the public's eyes and never dare to "deviate from the norm" when discussing things. This "standardized" thinking gives us so-called stability and calm, but it also gives us an old-fashioned concept.

And lag. In today's surging tide of science and technology, I believe that millions of people are thinking like me. It's time for us to relax our minds, change our eyes, change our perspectives and change our thinking, because "seeing the mountain is the peak" and only innovation will make us different. A scholar once asked a question: which of the four figures is different from the other three? Some people hesitate, some people say yes. In fact, any of these four figures can be used as the correct answer, but the angle and standard of the answer are different. Simple questions and colorful answers tell us a philosophy worth pondering: we can look at the problem from another angle.

Changing the angle is not only possible, but also necessary. For individuals, only from another angle can we appreciate the wonderful life; Only by changing the angle can we turn contradictions into harmony. Maybe your mother's nagging often annoys you, but if you can experience meticulous maternal love from it, isn't this nagging also the music of love? When we fail, we are often disheartened, but if you still remember that "a calm lake can't make a thin sailor, and a comfortable environment can't make a great man of the times", isn't it another village? Taste with your heart, and life will taste.

From another point of view, it is a kind of innovation and wisdom, and it is the source of power for national and social progress. The problems of Hong Kong and Macao have to be said to be a difficult problem. It was Comrade Deng Xiaoping who put forward the concept of "one country, two systems" from different angles of thinking, which brought the children who had been away from home for a long time back to their mothers' arms.

From another angle, it is a kind of wealth and courage. At present, the slogan of "marching to the west" is loud and clear, and many people will rush to the west for gold when their minds are hot, thinking that they have arrived in Duran peanuts before development, and they have insufficient estimation of risks and understanding of difficulties. At this time, many wise men looked at the problem from another angle, put forward the cold thinking that the western regions were keen on, put a sedative on the upsurge of marching into the western regions, and ensured that "the spring breeze was once again closed."

On the other hand, it is easier said than done. Shang Yang, the first person in the political reform, was dismembered by five horses, and Copernicus, the first person who proposed "Heliocentrism", was still restless after his death. It can be seen that if you want to write a "one" well, you must be full of efforts and sweat, and be prepared to face difficulties and even sacrifice your life. Because the country needs innovation, and the times need innovation!

Innovation is the stone that ignites a single spark; Innovation is fire, lighting the lamp of hope; Innovation is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Innovation is the train of thought, guiding us forward! I believe that only innovation can make a difference. I only hope that "one day I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea"!

Flowers intoxicate me

The spring breeze blew a loud whistle, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes and smiled like a flower. Overnight, like a thawed river, all the flowers arrived as scheduled, overwhelming. Small calyx can no longer hide full of worries, but it is in full bloom, holding high large and small cups and lamps, singing and dancing in the smoky wind in March.

As a result, my eyes are full of all kinds of flowers, such as "four-box shadow raging tide" and "ten thousand flowers and low branches" The nose is full of fragrant incense, immersed in the long courtyard where the spring rain is ruthless and as light as sorrow and the country road where flowers fly freely and as light as a dream. "Flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and people in a city are crazy."

Flowers, flowers, flowers have become the most dazzling scenery and the most dazzling tokens of the four seasons. There are beautiful peonies here, beautiful summer lotus here, autumn chrysanthemum here, winter plum here, and this is the world of flowers, which is intoxicating. ...

A flower and a world, a leaf and a stem. Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, full of vigor and vitality. In fact, isn't human life just like a flower? Beauty is like her, simplicity is like her. Life blooms like a flower, trembling, and finally, "what is the boast of falling flowers", lost in the dust of the times. Therefore, people often feel that "tears ask flowers for silence, red flies over the swing" and "when spring is over, flowers fall and people die." A thousand years later, how many tears and wine will be buried with him! Such a delicate life, it happened that "the wind and the sword pressed each other", can only turn pale, the fragrance disappears, and it is "smashed into mud and crushed into dust". Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the decline of beauty and the misfortune of beauty? Come to think of it, Hua Ben is innocent. Have you noticed that some flowers "would rather hold incense on the branches than die in the north wind", and the poet's sigh is like misty rain. After all, "flowers are similar every year", but they seek revenge for no reason, "people are different every year" ...

Push the cloud road, hide the clouds and cross the East China Sea. I'm back. Looking at the ten-mile spring breeze, the hometown where fireworks and tears are intertwined finally understands that the meaning of life lies in cherishing the days accompanied by flowers. "If there are flowers, fold them straight. Don't wait for them to run out." It is to cherish every day in life that blooms like a flower. "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers." When "flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky", there is indeed an afterlife idiot who asks: How many flowers do you know in your dream? You can pick flowers and make a smiling face.

Flowers intoxicate me ...