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I don't know how many nights, I smell a lonely voice, which is the words of others, the peace of every word.

There are too many tiny creatures in the narrow space. Some people are greedy, some people are eager, and some people are reluctant. Social pressure has mortgaged many people, who are hardworking, earnest and more talented.

Loneliness, loneliness, emptiness. With the development of society, some sensory verbs are abused a little. The bustling business districts in big cities and small cities increased the next day, and these little gerunds are also melting into people's hearts at a rate of one million per day.

Dream, despair and relative language also enter everyone's eyes at the same time.

Looking back at the streets I missed, most of them are not the taste of happiness rising slowly, but more regrets. I feel sad when I grasp the past and sigh that I took a wrong step and only became a step.

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(2) "You can't see wet clothes in the drizzle, but you can't hear idle flowers falling." Light poetry, eyes a little wet. At the bottom of my mind, some old photos were washed away by tears and gradually became clear. ...

In high school, the edge of inferiority and introversion cut off the branches of self-confidence. The dark and wet heart groaned timidly. Work-study program that flaming flame, hot soldering iron, sparks flying under the hammer, dyed the skin red, but could not ignite the wet mood. Days disappear in boredom, and the pace of life is slow and difficult. On this day, I was rubbing against the canteen and saw a group of people watching and chatting. Who shouted, "Your composition is posted here, come and see it!" I stumbled in front of everyone and I was shocked. My composition was neatly copied on red paper, with countless small notes beside it! Where is my composition? Only the teacher rewrote it! The meticulous strokes, each with current, flowed all over the body, activating my numb lacrimal glands, self-confidence and emotion. Looking up, my god, it's red. Is the sunset drunk?

It was teacher Ji Yusheng who saved me. I prefer Chinese. 1979 spring. Pear blossoms are snowing, peach blossoms are lined with clouds, and they are full of spring. The flowers are sprinkled with gold, the purple swallows whisper, and the considerate spring breeze pulls the mood like a willow tree full of tenderness, trembling in the infinite spring ... The teacher carefully carves it with steel plates, so that we can know more. The stylus is dancing, the lines are round, the font is beautiful, and the content is exquisite and shining. Zou Ji's satirical articles on exhortation to learn include Adjustable Training, King of Qi, The Story of Yueyang Tower, The Story of Snake Catcher, The Story of Xiaoshitang, etc. , keep flowing out. Desire, like a greedy cow teased by red ink, plunged into Yuan Ye where the spring grass was green. The mind is stained with colorful colors by the colorful literary world. Some are rigorous, enthusiastic and knowledgeable, some are extensive, earnest and rigorous by Guo Wenjing, some are humorous in chemistry, geography and politics by director Niu, some are slow in history, some are quadrants and lg in mathematics, some are smiles of Wang Weichi and jokes of "Old Bolshevik", some are charming Chinese characters written by teacher Wang Weixian, a physics king, and some are political teacher Wang. With freshness, shock and magnetism, together with sauerkraut and sweet potato bumps carefully prepared by teacher Han Dafa, they continuously flow into our bodies, blend into our blood, become cultural codes and shape our souls.

In the hot summer, the willows wither and droop listlessly. I accidentally contracted dysentery. The stomach has become a poor troublemaker. A dozen times a night "showdown" with this uncooperative guy. I don't know when I "compromised". When I woke up, I lay feebly in the hospital bed. It was Mr. Wang who organized my classmates to drag me to the hospital with a rickshaw. It was dirty and smelly. Looking at the concern and relief overflowing from my tired forehead, I choked out "Miss Wang", and my tears burst like a flood.

"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." In my spare time, I turn my mind out, develop some old photos, taste the silent touch, and feel a sense of happiness.

Key points of examination: "You can't see the drizzle, but you can't hear the idle flowers" is a famous sentence in Tang poetry. Is singing a good character in spring? Does it imply a quiet realm of life? Is it the lonely situation of sighing "drizzle" and "idle flowers" unknown? "Invisible" and "silent" don't mean doing nothing? The smell here is no longer suitable for today's world? ..... these can arouse people's association. Poetry is meaningful and fresh, suitable for writing lyric prose. The content can spy on the spiritual realm of the characters and lead readers to feel a better life by writing trivial past events full of human beauty and long aftertaste.

Realize the true meaning of life

(3) "I can't see the rain and wet clothes, but I can't hear the idle flowers." This unique Tang poem left a faint feeling in my heart. Such as silk drizzle wet clothes, but can not see the color of rain, beautiful flowers covered the path, but can not hear the sound of flowers. This implies a realm of life to us, and let us use this quiet realm of life to understand the true meaning of life.

Jia Pingwa, a famous writer, once praised the moonlight in the pine forest and the crystal stone in the stream in Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Mountain. He said: "A person's life is bitter, happy and joyful. More importantly, he can't have a clear spring of Yue Hui in his heart. " "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" is the realm of life pursued by the wise, living in a quiet and quiet place, not disturbed by fame and fortune.

We use the quiet realm of life to understand life, cut off the thick moss accumulated in life with the clear spring in our hearts, and find the most quiet and pure corner in our hearts. Don't be disturbed by external things, and don't let your heart be obscured by fame and fortune. Fan Zhongyan's "Don't rejoice in things, don't grieve for yourself" and Li Bai's "Since talent is a gift, let it be used! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " Are pure life truths.

Understand the true meaning of life, make your life full of peace, and let peace become the spiritual realm we pursue. Just like "Mao Mao Rain" and "Idle Flowers", do what you should do. Don't worry about other things that interfere with your quiet life. Xu Zhimo "waved his sleeve without taking away a cloud", Haizi "faced the sea and blossomed in spring" and "be a happy person from tomorrow". The true meaning of life lies in whether you can resist the temptation of fame and pleasure, realize the true meaning of life, and find the treasure that life deserves in the silence of idle flowers.

A quiet life allows life to grow in a quiet and elegant environment. Just like a poem, "Why should we care too much about the struggle in life? We should not focus on success or failure. Today we are going to sing a song about wine. There will be a vast sky in the Ming Dynasty. " Life is such a quiet process. Feel the true meaning of life, let the noblest realm of life drift with the long river of history, and let the true meaning of life shine in just visiting. Zhuge Liang's "not indifferent, not clear, not quiet, not far away"; Madame Curie devoted her life to science and despised fame and fortune. She even gave the medals she won as toys to her little daughter. As Einstein said, "Marie Curie is the only one among all the world famous figures who has not been spoiled by fame." Austrian woman writer Alfred Jelinek refused to receive the grand prize at the Royal Swedish Academy. In the face of fame and fortune, that indifference and calmness make the whole world awe. They live a quiet life, not busy for fame and fortune, not tired of fame and fortune. Like Zhuangzi, they are quiet trees on the moon. They have attained the highest spiritual level of mankind.

Perhaps the true meaning of life lies in peace. Let's keep the bright moon in our hearts, make our hearts bright and make our life by going up one flight of stairs.

A quiet life, a quiet life

Xin 'an No.2 Middle School Grade Three (9) Zhang Wei

"The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass nearby is not", which is the tranquil artistic conception given by the gentleness of drizzle.

"The fog lost the tower, the night lost, and Taoyuan was nowhere to be found." In the mist, it reveals relaxation and loneliness.

"The lonely pavilion can cover Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo cries in the setting sun." This is the silence and loneliness in leisure.

The loneliness of idle flowers in the drizzle will always bring people a quiet life and a quiet life.

The bizarre Wutai Poetry Case and the alienation between Shen Kuo and Wang Gui made Su Dongpo suffer unjust imprisonment and torture. However, when he came to Huangzhou, endless loneliness made him live a life of fishermen's firewood, and suffering made him return to nature. He has matured, just like Apollo's lofty sentiments have been fermented, the violent wind has stopped, the rushing streams have merged into lakes, and a beautiful skylight is shooting at Huangzhou-Niannujiao Chibi nostalgia? What about before and after? Red wall fu? Born!

The seven sages of the bamboo forest are free and easy, and drink alcohol to express their feelings. Their whistling echoed all over the mountains, their idleness floated outside the dust, and their loneliness after cicada slough made them wander between mountains and rivers. The poetry of life, the calmness of death, the indifference of life and the stories told through the ages have eclipsed those who are officials.

They are lonely, but they have a quiet heart, which is naturally connected with heaven and sings with all beings. After returning to nature, they saw the balance of life clearly, and thus had a quiet life like a drizzle!

It is this loneliness and tranquility that gives them an infinitely broad living space, giving them the pride of "the sea ends, the sky is the shore, the mountain is the top, and I am the peak", which is a bridge between the past and the present. People with such lofty sentiments lead a quiet life, a quiet life.

Tai Lihua's energetic dance touched the whole world, which was shaped by a quiet heart and cultivated by a lonely jade liquid; Yuan Longping's passionate study of life promoted farmers' income increase, which was written by lonely life and fermented by quiet life; Tolstoy's spiritual creation comes from a quiet life and a quiet wife. ...

They write the truth of life in silence and loneliness, seek truth in emptiness, and leave farewell songs in the wilderness where no one has set foot. The roaring of life makes them no longer lonely, and they always walk in the forefront of mankind.

Quiet life, quiet life hides loneliness and loneliness, it may be gray, but because it is gray, it has colorful colors!

Make a cup of tea, watch the light smoke rise slowly, and taste the tranquility and calmness in loneliness. That's the real state!

(4) Who ever sang the drizzle of "diving into the night with the wind and moistening things silently"? Who once sang, "Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more"? Now there is only the sadness that "it's drizzling, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken, and it's hard to be lonely all my life".

The drizzle is not seen, and the idle flowers are not loved. They can only be lonely all their lives and die alone. Drizzle idle flowers selfless dedication, but had to be alone, sad for life. If the drizzle is not more affectionate than ruthlessness, how can you be lonely and sad all your life?

The drizzle is so idle, so is life. Feeling is better than being heartless and sad. I can only die alone if I give it to others.

Cong Fei, who gave great love and asked for nothing in return, was ill in bed, but those who had received his help were nowhere to be found. Cong Fei's selfless dedication and hard work rewarded him for staying in front of his hospital bed for a long time. At that time, he was so lonely. Cong Fei, he has a loving heart, but the world gives him so little love. He dedicated himself like a drizzle and let loneliness accompany him.

"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." The drizzle makes the earth wetter, idle flowers nourish the earth, but what the earth gives them is quietly melting in loneliness.

Some people in life are always giving silently, but society ignores them.

Who can remember the young face that gave his seat to the old man, the tender hands that picked up garbage in the street, the gentle words that greeted the injured, … The benefits of people are not remembered, even if they don't want to return, even if they don't have the expectation of being remembered.

Street lamps light up the street at night, which is convenient for passers-by, but some people will destroy it; Lawn afforested the city, but it was trampled mercilessly. No one knows where the rain went in Mao Mao. Is lonely life fate? No, loneliness is just forgotten and ignored. Their loneliness seems unknown, and the sadness they have in loneliness seems unworthy of pity.

"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." It is a portrayal of the unknown loneliness of idle flowers and drizzle. It's a pity that the idle flowers and drizzle have dedicated themselves, but they can only accompany the lonely life.

Lonely in a quiet place.

A quiet life, an enduring poem.

Zhai Shina, Grade Two and Grade Three, Xin 'an (14)

Seen the vast sea, endless quiet life, let thinkers explore the mystery of life; Knowing the noise, congestion and prosperity of the world of mortals, a quiet life can make tired walkers move forward!

You can't see wet clothes in the drizzle, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to the silence. What kind of bleak state is this? It is this quiet realm that makes people create a poem that can endure reading.

History took Su Dongpo away, and history left Su Causeway. Su Causeway, Su Causeway like a green ribbon, gently tells people about the bleak life of a demoted prodigy, and his concern for people's livelihood, his treasure for culture and nature, not for political achievements, only for the bleak life of an intellectual, only for the open-mindedness of "no rain or shine" and only for the poem "A misty rain falls on the bamboo for life". He thinks that as long as he can hunt, he can recite poems. Isn't his tranquil realm of life a poem that can endure reading?

Lin Bu, a "beautiful wife and crane", has lived in seclusion for 20 years in the lonely mountain of West Lake, and her sentiment remains the same. "Jingu year after year, who is the main spring? I can't help but like the kind of sparse and ethereal "where flowers fall, misty rain everywhere" He is a real hermit, forgetful, carefree, detached from things, sticking to the pure land of his soul and watching flowers bloom and fall. He used a quiet life to write durable poems.

Calm this realm of life is exactly what modern society needs to learn. Nowadays, fame, money and professional titles have taken people's thoughts away and eroded our thoughts day by day. Just like a fruit tree with too many flowers, you bloom to win the appreciation of passers-by, but when the flowers fade, what a tragic situation it will be! So, keep a little quiet and make life more splendid!

Old Du Yechun shouted, while Xiao Du asked for directions. Lu Fangweng lies listening to the wind and rain, and the monk is in the south of Zhangliqiao; Easy-to-live laymen sigh blue, fat, red and thin, and the owner of Chengzhai rewards lotus hearts with pearls; Zhang doesn't have to go boating, and Su Dongpo downplays the West Lake.

It is this bleak life, an intriguing poem and a list of talented people that records the clearest and most beautiful songs in this field. They have been singing for thousands of years, and they are like swallows in a humid atmosphere. ...

A quiet life is indeed an enduring poem!

Peace is a state.