I. Wang Guozhen
1: Life
When laughter dies in silence, when confidence becomes lost, when I approach the footsteps of my dreams, am I still firm and persistent? When the smile is lost in the desert of my heart, when the frost and snow freeze the promise of family, is my helpless heart still green and fresh? Who doesn't long for harvest, who hasn't suffered, who doesn't want the branches of life to be full of richness, and who is willing to turn hope into flowers in dreams. Between reality and ideal, the constant is trudge, between gloom and glory, the constant is development. No one wants to get rid of the fetters of the secular and let his life be spent in mediocrity. Pack your luggage well, and you can reach the same brilliant end from different starting points. There is no right or wrong in life, and success always belongs to the strugglers.
2, "I like to start" I like to start, just because the place I arrived belongs to yesterday, even if the mountains are clear, the water is beautiful, the wind is gentle, and deep nostalgia becomes a fetter, not only with feet, but also with the future.
Marrying happiness and having a future goal can always cheer us up. Like a grey moth flying to the fire, she is willing to be a captive of the fire, swinging your ceaseless steps and spinning your ceaseless tassels. Beauty, in a spoony day, who can tell what is sweet and what is bitter? All I know is that if I am sure, I will not hesitate. If you want to lose, you will lose to pursuit, and if you want to marry, you will marry happiness.
4. Love life
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not. Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since you love roses, tell your heart bravely. I don't want to think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is the horizon, what is left to the world is only the back. I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy. As long as you love life, everything is expected.
Second, Bi Shumin.
1, "Remind happiness"
In short, happiness is a moment without pain. He appears no less frequently than we thought. People often just pick up the golden mane on the ground when the happy golden carriage is driving away and say, I have seen it. People like happy specimens, but ignore the moment when happiness is covered with dew and emits fragrance. At that time, we often walked in a hurry, back and forth, not knowing what we were busy with. Some people in the world predict typhoons, locusts, plagues and earthquakes, but no one predicts happiness.
2 "heart-building"
The frontier of the heart can be made very large, like the gold foil with the best ductility, covering the whole universe, including the sun and the moon, and there is no dark cloud that can cover the vast territory of the heart; No earthquake volcano can completely cover the magnificent building of the soul; No storm can freeze the hot springs spewing in the depths of the heart; There is no natural disaster or man-made disaster, which can make the heart field fall in autumn.
The size of the heart can also be reduced to a very small size. Only one home, one person, a sesame seed and a drop of virus can be accommodated. A light rain drowned him; A wisp of wind shattered it; A rumor, make it painful; A plot, it is beyond redemption.
A superior heart doesn't have to be gorgeous, but it must be strong. Because there are too many crushes and blows in life, we will meet lonely souls in the dark. If there is no elaborate special design, a simple heart can be easily hurt and can never be recovered. Maybe it will be broken and broken. Without self-healing ability, it is an unguarded door. A little injury, and then the whole body frost blood, a spark medicine, burned the castle.
3. "Plain face facing the sky"
Yes, I'm not beautiful. But plain face is not the patent of beauty, but a way of life that all women can choose. Look around us. Every tree, every blade of grass and every flower has no makeup. Facing the scorching sun and snow, it is so natural, so natural. They will age and wither, but aging and withering is also a reality. As the master of all things, why should man hide himself behind powder and paint? We will all grow old. I looked at my age calmly, like a white sail coming from a distance. Why should I hide this reality? Hiding is not only futile, but also a kind of weakness. Self-confidence is not inversely proportional to age, just as self-confidence is not directly proportional to beauty. Courage is not stored in your face, but in your own hands. Cosmetics are just some polymer compounds, some fruit juices and some animal fats, which have nothing to do with human confidence and courage. Just like a building needs steel bars and iron bones to support it, it is by no means a few flashy bamboo poles. I believe that the smile without makeup is purer and better, I believe that the eyes without makeup are more honest and sincere, and I believe that women without makeup have more courage to face life. If it's not for work, if it's not for etiquette. I will never wear makeup in my life.
Third, in
1, about friendship
Friendship is profound because there is nothing, whether it is balanced or unbalanced. The poet Zhou Tao described a profound balance: "Two trees talked noisily for a long time in summer and saw each other's yellow leaves falling in the autumn wind. They were silent for a while and said goodbye to each other,' See you next summer' "Chuchu wrote a profound imbalance:" I really want to live well for you, but I am very tired. Before the end of my life, you didn't come, but I looked at you later and I fell here. They are all unrequited depravity and poetic nobility.
2. "Breakthrough"
Su Dongpo, a diviner, missed the moon and hung sparse trees, which made people quiet at first. Who has ever seen a stranger live alone? Fuzzy and lonely. At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
It is this unspeakable loneliness that made him completely wash away the hustle and bustle of life, to find the silent mountains and rivers, and to find the lost ancients. Looking for dialogue where it is impossible, dialogue will inevitably become unusual. A soul Su Like Dongpo became silent. Then, sooner or later, a grand miracle will suddenly appear and surprise the world. Loneliness has made Su Dongpo undergo an overall transformation, and his artistic talent has been sublimated and sublimated. He is really mature-like many people from ancient times to the present, he became a book after a disaster, matured in the rebirth after silence, matured in the hinterland, and matured at the moment when almost no one was around. Maturity is a bright but not dazzling light, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that no longer needs to observe others, a kind of atmosphere that finally no longer attracts the surrounding, a smile that ignores the noise, a thick and heavy that washes away extreme indifference, a height that does not need to be kept secret, and a height that is not steep. Passion has been fermented, the fierce mountain wind has stopped, and the trickle of pentium has merged.
In spring, the leaves in Huang Qing began to shine, and the buds swayed gently in the wind, as if covered with a layer of yellow in winter. But as long as it is baptized by a spring rain, that kind of color and expression is unimaginable. Every tree seems to open its bright eyes, the arms of the branches suddenly become soft, and the budding leaves simply fluctuate with a layer of green waves. The drops of water on the bud are more charming than the tears of a girl. There always seems to be a transparent silk curtain hanging in mid-air, which affects the color prism of the sun. At this time, the whole earth is beautiful, and the grass seems to be turning like a resurrected earthworm, making a rustling sound that can only be heard in spring. Breathing becomes carefree, and there are countless sweet fruits in the air, tempting the nose and lips. Really, only this rain has completely driven away winter and changed the world.
-Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's Four Seasons of Rain.
Xia Yu also has a summer character, warm and rough. There are several dark clouds floating in the sky, and sometimes it thunders without warning. When you haven't had time to think, bean-like raindrops come. But it's not terrible to rain at this time, because your pores are so hot that you open your mouth and look forward to the cool dew. An umbrella and a hat can certainly keep you clean. It's better to take a bath with a bald head, but my wet hair, forehead and eyelashes are dripping, blocking my eyes and my ears are itchy. At this time, you will like everything better. If we say that the spring rain has put on beautiful clothes for the earth, and after several rains in summer, the earth has shown all its temptations with a full attitude. Everything is open. Flowers are in full bloom, leaves are bulging with pulp, countless weeds are scrambling to grow, and the summer heat is absorbed by a green sponge. Lotus leaves covered the river, waiting for raindrops and cicadas in the distance, and frogs and drums nearby played a symphony of summer rain. Mei Wen
-Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's Four Seasons of Rain.
When the fields are covered with gold and all kinds of fruits are ringing the bell, the rain looks dignified and thoughtful, just like a married mother who gave birth to a child. At this time, it doesn't rain much. The fields are almost always golden sunshine. Perhaps people have forgotten the rain. Mature crops are waiting to be harvested, golden seeds need to be dried, and even red mountain fruits hope to be sweet in the end. Suddenly, one night, there was a sound on the window pane. It was rain, a quiet, nostalgic and emotional autumn rain! It was dark, but it was raining. The fields were quiet, but it rained cats and dogs. Suddenly, you will feel alienated. Perhaps, when people are tired for a spring and summer, when the harvest has reached the gate, how much silence and meditation is needed! The rain is getting smaller and more affectionate. The sound of running water under the eaves and the splash on the window glass will accompany your night dreams. If you have that kind of happiness, the autumn rain during the day will not make people feel bored. You will only feel higher and farther, let the cold raindrops purify your soul, and after an autumn rain, you will definitely see a more beautiful and open land.
-Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's Four Seasons of Rain.
Perhaps, when winter comes, people will hate the rain! But at this time, the rain has made up, and it often turns into beautiful snowflakes and floats to the world. But in the south, rain still visits the earth occasionally, only becoming more stingy. It doesn't pour, it doesn't flow like silk, it doesn't drip, it shows a kind of nature and calm. Under the gray sky in winter, the rain becomes transparent and even dry, almost less colorful than in spring, summer and autumn. However, when people are fed up with the stimulation of the cold wind and hate the dry and bitter taste, when the rain falls on their heads, it seems that a special warmth comes, like the smell of flowers and leaves overflowing from the damp. That kind of cold is gentle, not as aggressive as the north wind. Looking from a distance, the harvested fields become very bright, and bare branches and haystacks soaked by rain face the porcelain sky like clean woodcuts. The rape in the nearby pond was washed away by the winter rain and even forgot the severe winter. At night, the mercury suddenly came down, and at dawn, the window was knocked early. When I opened my eyes, the roofs, branches and streets were covered with soft snow quilts, and the light on the ground was brighter than the sky. The spirit of rain, the princess of rain, has brought unusual love to the cities and fields in the south of China, and it is the last gift for people in a year.
-Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's Four Seasons of Rain.
Ah, rain, my love rain, you flow in front of my eyes all year round, you bring vitality to my life, you nourish my feelings, and you bring flow to my thoughts. Only in the rain can I really feel that the world is alive, with joy and tears. But in the arid cities in the north, how rare we meet! I only hope that more and more greens will invite you back to our lives.
-Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's Four Seasons of Rain.
Since I was a child, I like reading poems left by China heroes, such as Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, Shi Kefa, Xia Wanchun and Qiu Jin ... I also like reading their descriptions by their contemporaries or descendants. Whenever possible, I will visit their former homes, cemeteries and land with their blood and deep footprints. I think the scenery associated with them is more intimate. Although I feel sad for a long time every time, I still want to find, climb and feel their great spiritual wealth and strength.
-Excerpted from "Plum Fragrance is Strong" by Birch.
Siheyuan is more than just a few houses. It is the aggregation of China ancient people's ethical concepts, the solidification of artistic aesthetic thoughts and the three-dimensional crystallization of China culture. Instead of building a few walls and a roof, it is called a quadrangle. Siheyuan is built of bricks and stones, which records the traditional family concept and lifestyle of China people. Not to mention the whole house, there is a lot of attention at that door.
To enter the yard, you must start. Siheyuan is like a big book, and this gate is the cover. When people see a book, they first look at the cover. Find out who wrote it and what it is. The same is true of quadrangles. When a stranger comes here, he stops in front of the door, looks up, down and left, and can get a general idea of the owner. An official or a businessman? If it is an official, what grade is it? A prince or a nobleman? What's the topic? With what award? You can find signs and signs from this gate. If you want to visit, it won't be rude to know this. This shows that China people attach great importance to the gate. Otherwise, when making friends, we should pay attention to "being suitable for the family" and ask "how is the family situation"! People also call "strange" "something"; "hopeless" is called "no way"; If there is a TV play in his later years, the title of the play will never be called "Love You is Non-negotiable". 80% have to call: "I love your door."
-Excerpted from Deng Youmei's Siheyuan.
Ding Bai flaunts an honest and clean life and doesn't take ill-gotten gains, but his family is getting more and more difficult. He still preached conscience and advocated moral education, so some listeners handed a note: "It is shameful to be poor and talk about righteousness! Sima Qian said this. Are you ashamed, sir? "
-Excerpted from Liushahe's "Awkwardness 24"
If you drink too much porridge for a long time, you will naturally feel it. Porridge is easy to digest. When you are sick, you want to drink porridge, especially rice porridge. The smell of fresh rice seems to mean a kind of recuperation, a kind of leisure, a kind of calmness in weakness, and a kind of calm expectation and confidence in restoring health. The smell of fresh rice porridge seems to mean comfort and gentleness to the sick stomach. Simply put, rice porridge itself conveys a sentimental warmth, a childhood memory, an understanding and sympathy for human youth and weakness, and a goodwill concession to peace and uncontested. Rice porridge is also a kind of medicine, which can dispel plague, replenish vitality, soothe the liver and strengthen the spleen, soothe the nerves and stop spasms, prevent wind and fire, and clear the heart. Big fish, big meat, prawns, big cakes, big songs and old pits are sometimes boring and don't want to eat. However, rice porridge can stand the test and last forever.
-from Wang Meng's "I love porridge"
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The sky of youth should have your happiness, but there will also be a lot of distress and helplessness. Even so, your dream is still brilliant. Wandering and lonely, you will learn to be strong, even if you get hurt sometimes, you won't cry.
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On the Yangtze River, we came to the corner gate. On the bridge, overlooking the Yangtze River, it lies like a winding dragon on the land of the motherland. In a short time, we came to the long-awaited Yangtze River. How beautiful the scenery here is! The turbulent river is constantly beating against the river bank; There are several boats on the shore, swaying under the impact of the waves. On the river, several brave petrels spread their wings against the sea breeze.
When the tide rolls, the river tide sets off white waves, just like large rolling white clouds in the sky. When the river tide first appeared, there was silence, but now it can be heard rumbling. Like the rotation of a factory machine. A few minutes later, the tide has reached the river three or four meters away from us. I saw the tide head rolling forward and covering forward, and the wave shape aroused became a new tide head, about one or two meters high. The tide is accompanied by the huge rumble of the train approaching, just like a group of wild horses rushing through the trench and over the hill. When the tidal head is about 0/8 meters away from them/kloc-,the tidal sound is like the howling of animals in a huge virgin forest. With the tide of the river, some timid people can't help covering their ears. Suddenly, the river bank seems to be shaking, splashing water drops on people's faces and hands, which makes people feel cold and can't help but take a step back. At this time, the river is as calm as a mirror, and the waves are rolling, just like the water that burst its banks.
The Songhua River in winter is another scene. On the frozen river, children are pumping gyroscopes and playing sledges on the ice. Tourists ride ice sails and horse-drawn sledges. The temperature is MINUS 30 degrees, and there are people swimming in the water, old people, young people, teenagers, men and women. You see, people in Ice City are so tenacious. They cut the waves and stirred up waves on the water.
Look at the green Minjiang River. The Minjiang River bed must be green jade. Otherwise, how could the river be so charming and green? Really want to hook people's souls! A green river of water, through the window, across the face, tablecloth, new light clothes ... with a faint green shadow. When the river occasionally breaks through the rocks and flies like a snowball, the green shadows suddenly gather.
The Lijiang River is also beautiful in winter. Although it is not as vibrant as spring, summer and autumn, it is so pure and quiet. Climb the Diecai Mountain next to the Lijiang River and look far away. Like a green belt, the Lijiang River is surrounded by Chuanshan, Elephant Trunk Mountain and Fu Bo from far and near ... which makes Guilin's landscape always so exquisite and handsome.
The calm river is in the middle of the moon, and the silver water and ripples reflect the cold Yin Hui. The river has lost its turbulent state in the past, but it has a quiet realm. There is no feeling of a river of no return here, and there is no lament of the dead. There is only rest after work, and only people are satisfied.
The green satin-clear Jinsha River water sets off a colorful, beautiful and quiet small village, which flows slowly and makes a brisk sound. This noise is very pleasant in the wilderness. Then, it meets another tributary that flows into the Yangtze River, and the two rivers collide. Suddenly, the waves are rough, the white waves are sky-high, rumbling, rumbling ... Malik rushes, whistling and flowing into the distance, which is huge and unstoppable.
The winding river here has waterfalls from time to time flowing from the mountains to the center of the river, splashing pieces of water. With the change of the mountain, the river twists and turns. I saw so many things in the bow that I walked past this picturesque martial arts corridor unconsciously.
The Songhua River in spring has arrived, the ice and snow in the Songhua River have melted, and the ice rows are avalanche-like. With the sound of ice rows colliding with each other, accompanied by the sound of scouring, it attracted many tourists. When you stand on the Songhua River Bridge and watch the picture scroll of Marek Pentium, you seem to be listening to a magnificent symphony.
On the steep rocks by the river in Tsing Yi, my hometown, several wild flowers are dotted among thorns. A jade belt-like river flows slowly from the foot of the mountain. On the river, there is a faint twilight, and a touch of red blood from the sunset drips down from the west. Dropping on a deep river. In the warm river wind, pieces of straw sway gently by the river. This is the Tsing Yi River in summer, the Tsing Yi River in my hometown.
The afterglow of the sunset on the river fell on the water, shining like 10 thousand pieces of gold. Waves in the breeze, gently and meekly falling together, slowly moving forward, moving forward ... on every surging wave, there is dazzling light. They are flashing, rippling, teasing each other, making noise and being very lively. From a distance, it looks like a big carp with a golden tail, swimming with double fins and wagging its tail. How many such carp are chasing and playing in this big river!
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It's late at night, by the river in my hometown. By the moonlight outside the window, my thoughts fly to the river in my hometown. Willows are weeping on both sides of the river, the river is clear, and pearl-like blisters gurgle from time to time on the river surface.