Meng Ziyun: "Heaven will be a great task for Sri Lankan people, so we must first work hard for their aspirations, work hard for their bones and muscles, starve their bodies and skin, and empty their bodies ..." With the change of the world, the pace of time will never stop and will never end. Heaven and earth are ruthless, and everything is a grass dog, but people give them feelings. Looking back on the past, there were too many bumps, but it's all over and everything is blowing in the wind. Body, hard and strong, heart, strong through vicissitudes.
There is always an unknown story behind every "madman", so he becomes a "madman". However, it is this kind of "madman" who has a very strong heart, infects everyone around him, brings them endless strength, brings happiness to others, stops worrying about the world and has a tolerant mind.
If the enterprise is not established, it will not work. Everything in the world is strange. The more we want, the less we can get. If we care too much, we will be very tired. So we can't ignore it. If you are humiliated, you will be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, and you will lose too much and more. Nothing can accompany you forever on the way forward, so there is a spotless heart to grow with you.
Time flies, many years later, I sat in front of the yard, still watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the four seasons change. Some little guys are still playing, and some are just like us today. There are several old men with gray beards and several old women with crutches in front of the door. ...
Looking at essay 2, I'm still looking down and thinking about tomorrow's time?
While typing on the keyboard, an English song will come, and at least a few words will be understood.
Think about it. Always stop and continue.
Staring at a big bag of the biggest apples, I really want to eat them, but no matter how hard I try, I can only share them equally, or you can not. Facts have proved that the love hidden in the heart can only become a kind of tolerance.
The distance between nobility and smallness is not on the same optical fiber, and there is no end in sight. Two face-to-face selves, drifting away.
It may be shrinking constantly, and I can only look up at myself with a halo, leaving the reality to the small.
I don't know how long I can live, so I learned to let my heart wander and have no place to live. I want to see farther, but I am pulled more and more tightly.
Looking back, the noble aura has stopped in the corner, and the curtains are slowly covering it. Maybe there is no need to look up.
Not lost, but trembling joy.
But the heart seems to miss a beat, and it becomes empty when it is lost. People's hearts are sometimes desolate and incomprehensible, but they just don't want to take it seriously.
Have you tried to turn off all the bright lights in the bedroom? When you see the so-called blind spots, they are all the same color. When you see the opposite person, you will become best friends hand in hand. When you close your eyes, your heart is quiet.
Have you read a book carefully, realized your inner feelings, and understood that forgetting everything is a new beginning.
Do you know how big your heart is? It can make you remember. Is it small? When one day it makes you feel heavy, will you help it unload something? I still stubbornly refuse to grasp this knot.
It doesn't matter if you don't care When you regret it, no one will advise you to cherish it. Will you sigh with regret? Then forget it.
Reading Prose Essays 3 Indulge in the dim moonlight like water.
Looking back on my carefree childhood
Bathed in the warm spring of society
Immersed in the happiness of family reunion
Suddenly realized that living is actually a kind of beauty! Being able to think calmly is a kind of happiness! It's an honor.
When I was a child, I was carefree and always looked at life with a calm mind. There were always many beautiful dreams in my heart. When I grow up, I am in a materialistic society, and people are not old. The social environment is noisy and impetuous. Inevitably, sometimes we feel disappointed and confused, and even a strong sense of loss hits us mercilessly. Freedom of belief or emotional instability will inevitably occur. But when I think about it, these are just the products of human narrow thoughts and can't stop the progress of human civilization. A gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement, otherwise how can he resist the relentless wind and waves? Gorky told us: "Dark clouds can't cover the sun, yes, they can't!" Sometimes difficulties and hardships are the ways and means set by God on the road of life to test people's will. If you dare to take responsibility, what you get is ability, experience or skill. Even the experience of a moth fighting a fire is a valuable asset in life.
Thinking of this, I closed my eyes, listened to light music, let the music wash my restless heart, and began to settle down slowly, enjoy life and taste life.
Immersed in pleasant enjoyment, don't forget our original intention of coming to this world: we want to leave something meaningful in this world. So we are full of confidence in peace and thinking. Face all the setbacks, pains, even success and joy in life calmly, not impetuous, hesitant and hesitant, and concentrate on the direction of happiness.
Maybe these moments in life are lonely. Old Gigi Lai rode a green cow through the customs. Isn't it lonely in the wilderness and in the yellow sand? Aren't students who have a cold window for ten years or more lonely? But this is the realm and fun we want to pursue in life. Life can't stay in a beautiful moment all one's life, which will lose the opportunity of growth and the meaning of survival. Bitter before sweet, and the happiness gained through your own efforts will be extremely cherished. The happiness brought by smooth sailing is only a flash in the pan and will be as fleeting as a mirage.
Time flows by us like running water. Think about your life. What do we yearn for? Of course, everyone has their own desires, some are eager for money, some are eager for fame and fortune, some are eager for happiness, and some are eager for comfort. ...
In short, everyone's desires are different. For me, what I long for is inner peace, and then I calmly think: what is hidden in our lives? What is the basis for our real growth? How can we survive better?
The facts tell us
The courage to think peacefully is the foundation of real growth!
Change is for better survival!
To give up thinking and change is to give up growth and refuse to grow!
When we refuse to grow up, we will feel the pain of growing up.
Coffee is bitter. Sugar and milk will make it sweet, but it must be bitter, otherwise it is not coffee. Eggs broken from the outside are food. Breakthrough from the inside is life. Life is the same, breaking from the outside is pressure, and breaking from the inside is growth. If you wait for others to beat you from the outside, you are destined to become someone else's food. If you can break through yourself from the inside, you will grow and make progress. If we can understand this, we will have charm and wisdom that others can't catch up with.
In short, finding an inner peace in the noisy market, and then thinking about moving forward, is the real treasure of life!
No matter what others say or do, we still have to give ourselves an accurate position, keep a clear head, spend the Spring and Autumn with Li Bai's natural and unrestrained mood, and stay away with Mr. Zhuge Liang's heroic and quiet. Then what must accompany us is the feeling of the soul and the sublimation of the spirit!
Even if a person has no ability to make himself excellent, he cannot make himself vulgar. Even if a person has no ability to be noble, he should make himself kind. Use your calm heart, honest heart and kind heart to warm, tolerate, respect and understand everyone around you. What you have will be a brand new, excellent and wonderful world!
Therefore, as long as you are alive, you must long for peace. It is an invisible force, with which we may not be brilliant, but after all, we are moving towards victory step by step!
Longing for peace can bring joy! Better understand the meaning of life!
The Great Gatsby, a collection of Wang's essays, is regarded as the most admired novel in America in the 20th century, and was later adapted into a film, bravely facing the critical eyes of the audience. From the narrator's point of view, Nick, we saw a gorgeous and brilliant glass dream that eventually turned into a tragedy.
Wine, exquisite clothes, beautiful jewels and luxurious houses make up a visual feast, but what I like best is the lighthouse lens that starts less than a minute.
It should be the most charming lighthouse. The green light of the lighthouse flickers slightly on the dark sea, attracting people who look at it opposite, and people can't help but want to get close. And there is always such a lighthouse in one's life.
Daisy is Gatsby's lifelong beacon. He loves her very much. She is his dream. He was a poor boy when he fell in love with her, and Daisy was just a superficial woman who was greedy for money, so she abandoned him and married into a rich family. Although she cried because she missed him, this miss was not as good as her husband's expensive pearl necklace. And whether some feelings are inferior to time.
Gatsby is just an episode in Daisy's life, but for Gatsby, Daisy represents his happiness. He is convinced that Daisy left him for money.
So he began to make money and become a rich man, and then took his wealth to recover Daisy and the past. He bought a mansion across the water from Daisy's residence and stared at the green lighthouse in front of Daisy's residence every night.
He loves bigotry, but he loves it so much.
Five years later, Gatsby saw Daisy again and spent some time with her, but finally Daisy abandoned him.
Not everyone can remain the same, but they can have the courage to love themselves to the extreme. I stayed in the past because I couldn't forget the memories of the past, and I forgot to look back.
The story ends in early autumn in Xia Hou. The prosperity of summer has not faded, but it also has the elegance of autumn. The life of the person you love in your life has ended in the best time before this winter comes. He didn't look back. If he does, maybe he will understand that he should let go.
People go to the empty nest, and the green light in the dark seems to laugh at who.
He has never been near the opposite lighthouse.
He just kept staring at the lighthouse, simply thinking that there was goodwill in this noisy world, and that what he missed could be redeemed and could be the same as before. It's just an idea, and the world can't tolerate this "unscrupulous" idea.
Love is on the other side, and he never arrives.
Affection is a tragedy, and the annotation of love is too expensive.
I want to tell him that his love can be so tenacious, so he should entrust it to someone who deserves such deep love.
In those "wanton" years, everyone once loved someone deeply and tried desperately to get it back. I miss a person for countless days, and those good and bad are all dissolved in wine in the middle of the night, and my memory refuses to forget again and again. The past is the most poisonous sadness. Don't forget to let go of yourself, people will move forward after all.
And all those who stare at the lighthouse deserve better love.
May God be kind to each other, and please be kind to yourself.
Looking at essay 5, walking on some cold strangers and listening to the whispers of the wind and fallen leaves, I will still remember your gentle touch. Not because I miss you very much, but because I know you well.
Time flies, you have gone a long way, and your departure no longer involves my loneliness. I just thought of you, and you gave me a smile when I stopped in a hurry.
I remember you once said that you want to plant flowers in my heart with the hand of time. Now, the flowers have faded, and your smile has already disappeared in the silhouette of time.
Days, nothing is different, I just, when tired, learned to hold myself tight. I also learned to embrace the sunshine and write poems about fireworks.
No matter how far away the time is, the season is always turning to the distant mountains, full of autumn red, orange, yellow and green, but there is always a rain that will render those wet memories. On the road of life, the warbler flies and dances like a butterfly, but it is only a passer-by after all. Those past events written with a pen, from a thousand times to a hundred times, have no place for me to sign the ending of the story.
Once, I walked into the depths of flowers along the building of words and met you where I was the soul. Your smile tells me that where you are, there will be flowers and poems. I still remember that on the day when we met, the sun was warm and I crossed the long sea of purple flowers. The wind gently blew up my skirt, and together with the lush seasons, those warmth filled my heart.
Do you know that I want to write the proverbs of love in the warp and weft of time with a touch of pen and ink, so that you and I can open them at any time, without nostalgia, just simply accompanying, just like before, waiting for a flower to bloom.
In the building of life, there will always be a person who hides in the softest place in his heart and doesn't want to pick it up or put it down. If all the encounters are at the right time, will you and I not be separated? If we leave all our feelings behind, will you and I have no sorrow of autumn leaves?
Who is waiting for a flower under the eaves, looking through the autumn water, who is watching a rain in front of the window, making the soul smile and like it, sitting in memories and writing poems, wherever the pen touches, it is your shadow. I miss you not only in memory, but the only one in my world. I miss you not turning away, but feeling the beauty and kindness of this world with me. Perhaps, life is a cycle, and separated people will meet again. Then, I am willing to stand at the intersection of years and wait for you. When you are old, you and I can still depend on each other. I make wine as I say, and you laugh at Chunshan.
There are many poems about Chang 'an in Wang's prose essay 6. In the eyes of the Tang literati, this is a place full of poetry and opportunities. Many people's parting thoughts haunt Chang 'an Street. "Chang' an is devoted to infinite trees, only weeping willows stay. "A cloud rose between the light in the sky and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart" is both sadness and homesickness.
Friends in the name of Chang 'an, in addition to the atmosphere, people feel heavy and practical.
We haven't seen each other for more than twenty years, and the teenagers in those days are more mature now.
Years ago, I found each other in the WeChat circle, exchanged messages and knew that I had a good life and was very happy.
The acquaintance of the past naturally comes to mind, and there is also a taste after the aftertaste.
After the evening self-study, three or five boys and girls still lit candles and talked in the classroom. Naturally, they can't remember what they are talking about, but the happiness and longing of youth swaying in the light are written on each other's faces. There was also an outing. More than 20 students invited friends and saw the nine-turn hole. Eating a bowl of fried beans in the quiet Antang is also full of interest; Sitting on a big rock on the mountainside and watching the lonely clouds leave alone, there is not much sadness in my heart. It was a wonderful time of ignorance, fearlessness and carefree.
Whether lazy or playful, friends are willing to restrain and supervise. Learning is finally on my mind. Is it moving or awakening? Life is also a variety of care, so that students are very jealous. In fact, my inner feeling is that I am a bosom friend and a brother. Unfortunately, the world is wrong. When it reached my dad's ear, he slapped me when he saw that I refused to admit my mistake. This was the only time I grew up.
Later, I changed shifts, then I chatted, and there were fewer words together. I saw you from a distance without saying hello.
Later, he also went to the same university as me. For various reasons, he is even stranger, but his friendship has been deeply hidden in his heart. Although the years have passed, the true feelings are still there.
There is a kind of joy, which is the initial heart. If you drink wine pulp, it will last for a long time in a fleeting time.
I walked into Xinghua Village Cultural Park in an afternoon. At that lake, I seemed too immersed and stayed for a long time. At that time, the wind was not strong and the waves were shallow, which led my eyes to the island in the middle of the lake on the other side.
There is an old Huizhou building with upturned corners, cornices and high windows on the island. Blue bricks and old tiles, years of dust mottled. This is Zhaomingtang. But I haven't seen the root of the wall yet, and there is a bamboo, which is more than one person tall and leaves are clustered together, which looks like a fog from a distance; There are some miscellaneous trees in front of and behind the house with sparse branches. Although it is not lush, it feels very refreshing. The grass in the ground spreads like smoke. A pavilion near the water is ancient and vicissitudes, but it is empty, such as independence.
Hundreds of meters apart, I saw the main entrance of Zhaomingtang open, but the indoor light was dim and looked like a square black hole. For a moment, I thought it was more like a visit. Maybe, I can reach Nanliang more than 1000 years ago from there. Unfortunately, I can't see the layout and layout of Zhaoming Hall clearly. I think there are patios, bridges, square tables and wooden stairs, and there must be Prince Liang's study upstairs or downstairs. The study must be very big, with an antique long box in it. Besides Four Treasures of the Study, there are more books about it. What kind of books are they? I think it's about 30 volumes of selected works. Selected Works was compiled by Prince Xiao Tongguang, who collected 30,000 books from the pre-Qin Dynasty to the Liang Dynasty. The selected works are extremely rigorous-"When things come out of meditation, righteousness comes from Han Dynasty". Therefore, as soon as the Selected Works came out, it was well received and widely circulated, which had a far-reaching impact on later literature. The folks are known as "the literary works are rotten, and the scholars are half talented".
Perhaps Prince Liang was not indoors, but went to his fief Qiupu Shicheng. Qiupu has many mountains and rivers since ancient times, and the mountains and rivers are as beautiful as a roll. Although there was no Li Bai at that time, and there was no Qiupu Seventeen Songs to praise her, the beauty of mountains and rivers is the nature of heaven and earth. Needless to say, she is always there. However, Prince Xiao Tong didn't come to Qiupu this time. What did he do? Or go to the fields to see the disaster, or visit the people in the village. At that time, Qiupu area suffered from drought year after year, with no grain harvest and severe famine. Seeing this, the prince decided to open a warehouse and release grain to help the victims, and was praised as a savior and a god by the people of Qiupu. Of course, after appeasing the people, the prince will be relieved, and naturally some leisure sports will be inevitable. So he fished and went to Langshang Cliff on the bank of Qiupu River. With the help of God, he actually caught a big crucian carp weighing seven or eight pounds from the jade mirror. Because the prince was ordered to cook food, he found it delicious, so he couldn't help admiring the water and fish here. So he changed Qiupu into Guichi, which has been used ever since.
In twos and threes, someone left the park. It is getting late. Sunlight came from the West Temple, passed through the garden wall and canopy, and fell obliquely into the lake. The water became dim. The lake is very small, with obvious artificial traces. Except for the reflections of buildings, plants and blue sky and white clouds, there are no aquatic plants, duckweed and hibiscus in the lake. Lotus is lotus, which is very beautiful. When Liang was young, he once bloomed in the backyard of Jiankang. However, her beauty killed the prince and even ruined the Liang Dynasty. Isn't it? Prince Renxiao died young and was replaced by Chen. Does it have anything to do with this? I think this is something that no one can predict.
It is said that people in Qiupu were very sad after the death of the prince. Because of their kindness, they invited the clothes of the Crown Prince to the imperial court, and built the Crown Prince's tomb, the Prince's Temple and Wenxuan Building in Xiushan where they lived. Later, after the county site was moved from Xiushan to a new site near Qishan, besides Xiushanmen, a temple named "West Temple" was built in the west of the city to commemorate Prince Zhaoming. The solemn Zhaoming Hall is a masterpiece in recent years. Although this is only a replica building, I think it can better express today's Qiupu people's deep memory of this prince of Liang Dynasty who has both ability and political integrity and loves his people as his son.
Yes, it's homesickness, memories, and even calls. Although history cannot be copied, it is often repeated with striking similarity.
The water in early spring is so cold, and yellow peanuts breed in shallow ditches, supporting my stiff body and hair. The cold wind blew and rolled up black fur. It's so cold, but no matter how cold it is, I can hardly feel it. My eyes blurred, and I saw the tears from the corner of my master's eye. The leaving figure is gradually blurred in front of my eyes, and all the good things I have lived flash in my mind like movies: so beautiful, so happy and so warm.
"Tick-tock …" When I was taking a nap in the kitchen hall, I heard several cars. When the young master's family came back, I turned over smartly, quickly shook off the straw and rushed out of the kitchen door with a whoosh. Haha, it's really my lovely little host family. The young master who got down from the back seat is really beautiful today: big eyes, long braids, pink down jacket and slender legs. I especially like to hear her call me "Brado". This makes me feel comfortable all over. I took out all my enthusiasm and happily welcomed the arrival of the little host family. I really want to shout: "Little Master, Little Mistress and Man, you can come, I miss you so much." But my mouth keeps making "whoops, woofs and grunts", and they can't understand me at all. Yes, I jumped up and jumped on the little master's clothes with my front legs. I don't understand, I can express my love with actions! That's a good idea. Master "Hehe ..." Laughed and dodged, shouting: "Breddo, don't jump so high, my clothes are dirty!" I'm so happy. My little master likes me. I turned to the hostess and the host again. They are so tall that I can only reach their thighs. My footprints are printed on their pants, but they are not angry at all. They raised their hands in high spirits and trained me to reach their hands. I jumped hard and just reached it, but they raised their hands. "My God!" I can't reach it! At this time, my good friend Doudou, an ordinary grass dog, jumped up and down beside his master like me. I'm a Labrador with Labrador blood, and a grass dog like you can't compete with me! Look at me sitting there handsome, like a general! I will go up the mountain to look after the forest in the future! Although I've only been at home for two months, and I'm younger than your peas for more than a month, I'm one head taller than you, twice as big as you, and 24 kg. You grass dog can only eat round, but won't grow tall. Hey, hey ... Stay behind me. Let me go, little brother.
"Brado has grown taller again. Come and eat bread. I will go up the mountain to see trees and catch rabbits in the future! Don't forget that you are a hound! " My master said hopefully while stroking my shiny hair with his broad hands. My master's hands are so warm. From the day I left my mother to my master's house, I had a wish in my heart: to help the master take care of the trees and be a real Labrador. Whenever I think of this wish, I will unconsciously wake up from my dream and feel really capable.
I'm now in foster care at the little master's grandmother's house. Like to find something to eat, like to fight with my good friend Doudou, an ordinary domestic grass dog. Once I accidentally strung the wrong door and ran to the house behind the house. As a result, my family was driven out and thrown into a small pond nearby. Unexpectedly, I also found one of my own advantages: I like swimming. Although it was winter, I instinctively swam up from the pond. It's a good thing it's not frozen What a big life!
On this day, Doudou and I were looking for something to eat in the vegetable field near our home. Suddenly, I found my favorite meatballs in the vegetable field. I stuck out my tongue and licked them, which felt a little strange. Forget it, I'd better not eat it. But I am greedy! Look, the peas next to me are eating the meatballs I licked, and they have already eaten half of them. I pushed away the peas that were about to be swallowed and swallowed all three balls in one breath. Hehe ... still can't beat me. I went home proudly.
After a while, my stomach ached and I felt terrible. I kept shouting and moaning. Look at the peas next to you, and they are also vomiting. It seems that there is something really wrong with those meatballs. who is it? Poisoning us so cruelly, we didn't do anything immoral! Why? Trying to poison us? Master! Come and save me. I don't want to die. I want to go to the mountains to see trees, catch rabbits and give you pheasants. I think ...
When the grandparents of the young master found me and Doudou, we were both dying. The intestines are rotten, and all that is pulled out is rotten intestines and rotten meat. Although Doudou is not as capable as me, he will spit out the meatballs I ate a little. It seems that Doudou is still smart. I can only leave with regret.
The wind was blowing, and I, Breddo, closed my eyes wearily. I miss my host family, and I miss that lush forest!
On Sunday afternoon, the home was quiet. Dad is out and aunt is taking a nap. I looked at the nursery and my brother fell asleep again.
"Your brother is so cute!" Dream Xiao Yuan said, I was so angry that I almost went back to give her a hamster. I used to have two hamsters-"I can't get up" and "I can't get down". When my father saw that I was not interested in my younger brother, he said to me, "Look, your hamsters are all a pair. What's strange about our two children? " So I want to send a hamster to my father to let him know my determination to be different.
I know Meng has been coveting my "can't get on" for a long time. In order to avoid touching the scene, I asked Meng to catch "I can't get up" and hide in the bathroom. After Xiao Yuan left, I'm going to comfort myself with the loss of "I can't get up" and "I can't get down".
It doesn't matter at first glance. I found two hamsters in the cage. No way. Has Xiao Yuan changed his mind?
I called Meng: "Didn't you bring" Can't you get on? "
"Yes, it's sleeping, so cute!"
I looked at all the normal "can't get up" and "can't get down". They are still there. What did the dream circle take away? !
I hurried to the nursery. My brother's crib was still there, but where was my brother? !
I searched every room in my house to make sure that my brother was not in the house. I'm devastated!
I almost stamped my foot on the floor. If my father knew that I had turned my brother into a hamster, he would definitely kick me out of the house!
I quickly grabbed the "couldn't get on" and running all the way went to Dream Xiaoyuan's house.
Xiao Yuan's eyes were wide open. He glanced at the two hamsters in our hands. It took a long time to stammer, "Is this really your brother?"
"I'm afraid so!" I nodded helplessly.