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What am I?

I am a hut under the boundless sky. It may not be magnificent, and it may not be in a place full of life, but it must be the paradise closest to the earth. As long as you come in, you will gain something. You can buy chocolates and drinks from shops, but here you can make your mind and soul grow higher.

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What am I?

I am an old farmer who leads the way in Mimi Mountain forest. Maybe he is not very decent, and he is unlikely to be a prophet, but his insistence on seeking truth and doing good will definitely give way to all the clutter. As long as you follow closely, he will lead you out of confusion. His face may be gloomy, his steps may falter, but his never-ending back is a bright light on your way forward.

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What am I?

I am a flower on your life, bloom for you, and then thank you;

I am a grass on your green field, green for you, and then yellow;

I am a lamp when you study hard. I lit it for you, and it was destroyed. ...

For your whole life.

This life is for you, so my life is brilliant-like, like the sun in the sky, warming you and myself.

The geese in Zhang Ling cross the algae stream;

Mother is a door and father is the scenery in the door. Although the door is not a scenery, you have to go through it to see the scenery.

Divorce is just a dead letter. Lock it in the drawer. You don't need to carry it.

With the passage of time, in recent years, she found that her lacrimal gland, like an inherently malnourished river, gradually dried up in the desert.

I live a cold life, and the morning also plays the role of dusk; A husband is like a hill in the world, discredited and dignified.

Tears didn't seem to flow from her eyes, but borrowed her face and hurried forward in fear.

Lin Qingxuan's Prose:

Cleverness and cunning can be squeezed out of the crowd, but it is difficult to extract real wisdom.

That kind of feeling is like a snake slipping through my heart.

My heart is old, I don't know how to make it up, and finally I don't even know that I lost it.

When I left that paper chrysanthemum, I knew that people's failure, withering and haggard were to some extent worthy of gratitude.

In spring, standing by the stream, you can feel that life is a stream, and you don't know where it comes from and where it flows.

The opening of a flower is a natural manifestation of its own strength in karma. It accumulates its own strength, enriches itself, and then erupts, just like the morning sun piercing the dark clouds.

To learn water, you must be as clean and clear as water.

Tea classics have five flavors-bitter, sweet, heavy, clear and light, and life also has five flavors-green youth, mellow youth, heavy middle age, mellow prime of life and tasteless old age.

After the desolation of life is over, I watch my heart in the middle of the night and see and feel the boiling blood of my youth still in my heart.

I'll come back and open the door.

Li ao

Because I have always been like that/so you think I will always be like that/but this time you are wrong.

I have changed beyond your imagination/the bad will eventually get better/the weak will always get stronger.

Who would have thought that an ugly pupa would become a dancing butterfly?

Like a lotus at night/like a homing bird/or like an old hermit.

I lost all my advantages, and the tunnel of light/darkness will be cut off eventually.

Thousands of Gorkon will be climbed/When the flowers wither/I will return to open.

Chi Zijian's If Fish Has Wings;

If a fish has wings, it will have two worlds/one underwater and the other in the sky. When the stork is flying, it may think so. It is better to leave the words on the pebbles at the bottom of the water/it is better to carve them in the air/because the sky is such a vast piece of paper. When the fish at the bottom of the water laments that the world is no longer prosperous, the flying fish can still praise the beauty below.

The morning sky is like a feast, and the stars have quietly disappeared. The sky is only accompanied by a week in January. The moon is half broken, but its posture is graceful, just like gold jumping out of the water. That bright morning star is the last lamp that God placed at the end of the night above us. Even if it goes out at last, it will go out in the light.

I like fog and breeze. They are like a pair of kind and gentle hands extended to me by God, which have nourished and comforted my tired experience in the world of mortals.

As long as we are walking, time will go. We and time are a pair of companions, and the immortal one will lead us to the end of time unconsciously.

I think flowers may be the soul of women, while bees are the soul of men. When the bees buzzed from flower to flower, the flowers stayed quietly and kept blooming as before.

There are two kinds of heroes in the world: one is the man who is all-powerful, bent on his own way and puts his life at risk; One is a reserved and passionate person who hides his secrets and can endure great shame.

Art can't save the world, but it can bring people peace and happiness.

Some roads seem close, but in fact they are far away. Without patience, you will never reach the finish line. The rope saws wood, but water drops stones. A person's life is to try, and the more he tries, the better his life will be. Thirty-six thousand days, every night is like a candle. How short the day is, it takes a hundred years to change. Teenagers are easy to get old, and an inch of time is not light. They can't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps are autumn. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. Elbow oil has the best polishing effect. A day's hard work can buy a night's sleep; If you work hard all your life, you will get a happy sleep. Collect the sand in a tower and pour it into the stream drop by drop. People's livelihood is diligent, but diligence is not lacking. Life should be like a candle, burning from the top to the end, always bright. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and people will never stop waiting. There is still work to be done. Make it a good category for young people. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. One hundred studies must be identified first. The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. When the book is used, I hate it less. It's not difficult. Let's talk about it later. A year's plan is nothing more than a tree valley; The ten-year plan is nothing more than a tree; A century-long plan is nothing more than cultivating people. Small water flows forever, and rice grains accumulate into baskets. Always exercise your mind and work hard. One thread a day, ten years into satin. Jade is not cut, not a tool; People don't learn and don't understand.

Life, ransacked

From the beginning, life was doomed to be plundered.

People or things of all colors are constantly surging around. They come and go in a hurry, running blindly and tirelessly. However, I have an uneasy and rebellious attitude, which urges me to walk carefully on the road, excited but afraid, but I have to walk on the road. Don't say that I am unrepentant. My life is full of emptiness, boredom and helplessness, and my desires are constantly expanding. We keep running around just to be able to show off. Are we self-righteous? Then I'd better not. As long as you give up all this, you can live happily.

Those swollen pupils are full of hope, but they are helpless, so they are extremely angry, struggling to earn money, and finally the broken souls are scattered all over the floor.

If the seniors think that the world they have worked so hard to build and maintain will be so chaotic one day, will they still have the confidence and passion to guide the country? It's just a long-forgotten spell waiting to be solved, and one day it will be punished, and no one can escape. If yesterday was just a cannon hidden in the flowers, then your shameful cruelty has been exposed today, but you didn't repent when you tried to hide it. On the way to hell, there is a buried mine, and you will be shattered. Time will tell, if you want to go your own way.

light-minded

Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun, with its feet, moves gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I realized that he was in a hurry, and when I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again; When it was dark, I was lying in bed, and he quickly passed me and flew away at my feet; When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.

What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you go for nothing?

You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?

The itch of the times, the injury of the soul.

We can't struggle in time, because we can't see the way out in the bubble ocean of culture, and we are often lost between the attractive commercial jungle and the high-rise buildings of desire, and deeply feel the hopelessness of redemption and the future choice.

Maybe this is a sad time diary. You don't understand this language. Not for love, not for life, but an embarrassing suicide note written for our time. I hope it can catch a starlight and illuminate the journey through the night.

It is hard for you and me to resist the flowers from the flowing age. We learned to rely on material care and comfort, but lost our inner care. Due to the futile trek again and again, I was lovelorn and our hearts ran aground.

The freedom of things is easy to get, but the freedom of heart and heart is rare. Life with frequent opportunities and sparks has become a thing of the past, because we have lost the companionship of art, the comfort of books, the encouragement of friends of nature, the assistance of classical emotions, the retrospect of cultural sources, and the once vast ideal place. You may not have seen the starry sky, but now it is full of gloom.

As if overnight, the era of planarization is so turbulent, so fanatical, and the deconstruction is profound and serious. Everything can be gagged and everything is allowed to be cynical.

The environment is created by the mind.

Whether a person's situation is bitter or happy is often subjective.

Some people are satisfied with a certain life, while others can't. Therefore, those who can be content with the status quo may wish to live like this, and those who can't have to find another way. You can't be sure where your success lies, nor can you be sure whether you will be happy at a certain point. Some people will never be satisfied, and their happiness can only be established in the process of constant pursuit and struggle, so their goals are constantly moving away. such

People may not be so happy, but their achievements may be great.

Bitterness and pleasure are both judged by ourselves, and they are not necessarily directly related to the objective environment. Just like a woman who doesn't love jewelry, even in an environment that attaches great importance to vanity, it won't hurt her self-esteem. The poor scholar with thousands of books doesn't want to exchange diamonds or stocks with millionaires. People who are satisfied with rural life do not envy any scholar's honorary title or senior official.

Your hobby is your direction, your interest is your capital, and your temperament is your destiny. Everyone has an ideal heaven and a world of flowers and flowers that they are willing to enjoy.

Big and small

A friend talked about his relative's aunt, who never wears shoes that fit her, and often walks around in huge shoes. If her son and younger generation ask her, she will say, "All shoes are at the same price, why not buy a big one?" Every time I tell this story, some people laugh their heads off.

In fact, we will see many such "aunts" in our lives. Writers who have no thoughts only write heavy and bitter works; Painters without content only draw super-huge paintings; Businessmen who often go out have big homes.

Many people are constantly pursuing greatness, which is actually driven by inner greed, just like buying oversized shoes and forgetting their own feet.

No matter what shoes you buy, it is most important to fit. No matter what you pursue, enough is enough.

select

A person's life is often in a choice, such as: which university to go to? What kind of occupation do you choose? What kind of woman do you marry? ..... and so on. A person's decision-making power can tell whether his personality is mature or not. It is those who have no ideas and don't suffer from choice. Because when making a decision, he always asks others, "Hey, what do you think?" Anyone who can make a big difference is a person with strong choice. He knows that the success or failure of a thing depends on who can't do it for you, let alone decide it for you.

At the moment of choice, success or failure has already appeared.

People are like this all their lives.

I often use the phrase "people will live all their lives" to warn myself and persuade my friends. These seven words are easy to say and sound simple, but they are profound to remember. It can make me brave when I am weak, humble when I am proud, positive when I am decadent, happy when I am in pain, and let go of everything, so I call it "a blow to the head" and "seven-character proverbs". -I often think that the hardships, troubles, grievances and grievances in this world, if any, can't be solved and digested. Will they disappear in just a few decades? If so, what can't be solved?

People have been thinking about this sentence all their lives. If I were a hero, I would make greater achievements. If I were a scholar, I would gain higher knowledge. If I love someone, I will tell her boldly. Because today is the past and will never come again; After this life, everything disappears. If you haven't read a book and said a word, you'll never get another chance. This is a precious life, and I must seize it.

People are like this for a lifetime, and you can actively grasp it; You can also face it calmly. Think about it, and you will be relieved! Think about it when the spirit is decadent, and you can be grateful! Because in any case, it is always lucky to have this life, and you can't come for nothing.

flowery

Smile like a flower, true feelings like a flower, hope like a flower, and life like a flower.

Everyone has his favorite flowers, and everyone has many reasons to be kind to himself and condense his life into lasting fragrance in the long river of time. The moment it blooms, it will attract all eyes. Flowers are so weak, no matter how beautiful or gorgeous, they still can't stand the cold rain and wind at night. Chunhong quickly thanked her, leaving only sadness.

Flowers are beautiful soldiers. Although I am getting younger and fatter in the wind and rain, I never bow my head after all.

Life is the same, like a delicate glass, which can't stand the impact of natural and man-made disasters and breaks into a bright light. Every piece is a transparent heart. Life is often like a epiphyllum. With years of tears and sweat, mixed with painstaking efforts, there will be a moment to laugh at the world.

In today's world, fewer and fewer people love flowers. When people are running for a living, they can't even grasp their own life. Who will listen to Hua?

However, restless city, please don't forget that this world is a mirage. Everything is like flowers, and flowers are like everything. Therefore, the Buddha touched the flowers and Ye Jiaxiao; This smile is the world.

life

Life may be the only factor in the universe that should be worshipped. The gestation, birth and presentation of the essence of life is an extremely exciting process. Life, like music and pictures, has a predetermined hue or blood color in secret. When it meets the impact of the spring tide, when it hears the urging of the horn, it will suddenly be full of vitality, revealing its gorgeous and enthusiastic nature. Of course, this essence is more likely to be mean, cowardly and boring; its

The master has no choice.

It should be admitted that life is hope. It should be said that meanness and vulgarity should not be prematurely complacent, and should not be mistaken for having successfully eliminated nobility and purity. Camouflage can't last long, because time is like a long river, and despicable people, profiteers and vulgar sticks can't always wear the laurels of educators, poets and soldiers. At the end of their unimpeded career, their descendants will feel humiliated for a long time.

I worship life.

I worship the secret of noble life. I worship the fireworks when life is born, grown, fought, disabled and sacrificed. I worship the freedom of a living soul floating in mountains, rivers, oceans and continents. Yes, life is hope. It goes with the flow and is free. It makes one kind of human blood unwilling to fail and pursue it without regrets.

Have your own golden ranch.

Little fish of thought

Every pond smells of the ocean.

In every stone, there is a shadow of desert.

So the poet said: a clover, plus my imagination, is a vast grassland.

Walking in the field of autumn moon, I remembered a poet's inquiry to old Tolstoy: Does everything/maturity/hang its head? Yes, every step we have taken will become the past, whether it is a happy meeting or a painful parting, but please believe that every song we have sung will not disappear in an instant, whether it is eager expectation or affectionate memories, as rosa luxemburg said: "Wherever I go, as long as I live, the sky, clouds and the beauty of life will be with me!" A narrow and selfish mind will become its own hell, while a broad and cheerful mind will become a paradise for others. There is only one layer between hell and heaven.

And all the flames of jealousy always start with burning yourself.

An old writer told me, "How long has your foot been trampled?" ? But don't regret it, as long as you step on the truth, whoever steps on it will have depth. "When you finally win the flower of success, don't you miss the intersection of the past? Don't you miss the old wood in the luxurious house you rebuilt successfully?

Positive people, like the sun, shine wherever they shine, while negative people, like the moon, are different from the fifteenth day of the first month. Ideas determine our life, and what kind of ideas will have a future.

Success is not a perfect form, but a progressive form. It is not an absolute value, but a relative value-the ratio of what you actually have to what you expect to have. If it is greater than or equal to 1, you have succeeded.

Politeness and kindness in social interaction are necessary, but there are limits. Once they overdo it, the hospitality becomes humble ~ ~

While respecting friends' feelings, we should also make friends believe that we respect our own feelings.

Anyone who is frivolous and vain and is competitive in everything is often jealous. bacon

Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest, enrichment and indifference. It has experienced the prosperity of spring and summer, and is no longer proud of being praised and loved. It is isolated from all the praise and affection of Qiu Guang, but it is willing to be a leisurely, distant and elusive autumn.

Rain should be the messenger of spring. There is no good weather in spring in memory. Rain will fall unconsciously. The idea of dripping all over the sky seems to have no weight. The breeze is blowing obliquely, which casts a hazy veil over everything that wakes up quietly. Rain brings some clean and fresh breath, some like the smell of mint; When it is rich, it smells like earth. After all, it is spring! Rain is more feminine. She danced lightly on other people's umbrellas, roofs, green leaves and petals of plants, and repeatedly poured out the tenderness of water.

A curved silver hook-like moon has been embedded in the sparse branches and leaves of buttonwood trees on the corner, much like a dark blue sky with a quiet smile.

The moon has just risen, big and round, and the moon in Huang Chengcheng hangs in the mountain pass. I believe that if I climb the hillside quickly, I can touch it with my hands.

Is it as slippery as a mirror or as cold as ice?

Autumn rain is cool, casual and willful. Give me unlimited sureness and let me feel the fullness and happiness of life. I like autumn rain. I like walking slowly in autumn rain. I like this beautiful mood born in the autumn rain. May life be heavy and full forever. May life be as I wish.

The most touching thing is that the sunset is reflected in Lin Qiu. It was so drunk that it set off the deepening dusk in the sky. The cool evening breeze is a beautiful and sad beauty with twilight. It makes you cry a few lines of life experience, but you are captured by the fading drunken red, and you are willing to condense your unrestrained feelings.

Fog yarn curled up, harp sounded, and autumn wind contained infinite poetry. Chrysanthemums fall in colorful waterfalls, one after another, shedding thoughts and dreams that can never be reached. Hydrangea is like a burning red candle, one after another, full of expectation, blooming with rosy clouds and blood-stained music, charming in the fog. The sun shines, and beauty is in the heart.

There is no doubt that green is the most exciting color. Dark green gives people indifference and tranquility; Light green gives people peace and lightness; Light green gives people the imagination of life. And green music may give people thinking about survival, life and life.

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. The green pomegranates, mulberry trees and vines in the garden only represent the prosperity of the past summer, but now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes and lamented their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days, and it was such a moldy rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.

It's raining quietly, only a little thin sound. The orange-red house, like an old monk in colorful robes, bowed his head and closed his eyes, accepting the baptism of rain. The wet red brick exudes irritating pig blood, which is in sharp contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall.

Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; Under the gloomy net of autumn rain, it is the only thing full of joy and life. The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone. It jumped up with a plop, jumped into the mud from the grass nest, and splashed dark green water.

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web and nets the whole autumn world.