The surge of emotion surge, stirring Qiu Si. Time flies, vividly. Looking back carefully on every moment in the past, the jumping of life notes again and again is an irresistible spiritual call and cry. When I look back, I feel moved all the time. The hanging wall is full of green and bittersweet fruits, and the gentle and kind eyes make the festival of love more warm and full. The beach with dreams is also full of the pursuit and desire for love! If each other is fine sand, then we will stick to the edge of the sea, just because of your company, until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble! Day after day through the autumn heart, but there is no sound of footsteps, leaving only many precious footprints, but also printed in each other's hearts. Who ever said that I don't care how many reincarnation I wait for, I will always leave my sincere feelings in my heart lake! Oh, remember, remember, it's you and me Maybe that's the eternal talk of life. Countless days and nights, there is indeed a noise in my heart. Despite a season of missing, are you still with love?
-Ma Jianjun's Qiu Yi The quiet summer night and the clear moon always give me a quiet feeling. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.
I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.
Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.
Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.
Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.
The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.
In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and today's romance, bringing people infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.
The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.
Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.
Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence. ...
Other people's road
A man wanted to cross the swamp, so he tried to walk because there was no road. Although it is dangerous, you can find your way by jumping left and right, but it doesn't take long and it doesn't go far. You accidentally stepped in the mud and sank.
Another man was crossing the swamp, saw the footprints of his predecessors, and thought: Someone must have walked by, and it can't be wrong to follow others' footprints. I tried to step on it with my foot, and it was really true, so I walked forward with confidence. Finally, I stepped into the mud.
The other man wanted to cross the swamp, looked at the footprints of the two people in front, and went down without thinking. His fate is also imaginable.
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Another man is going to cross the swamp, looking at all the footprints in front of him and thinking, this must be a road to the other side of the swamp. You see, there are so many people passing by. If I follow this road, I will definitely get to the other side of the swamp. So he strode, and finally he got stuck in the mud.
The road in the world is not as smooth and smooth as the more people walk. Walking in other people's footsteps will not only lead to new ideas, but sometimes it may fall into a trap.
Life and death settlement sheet
Two patients living in the otolaryngology ward at the same time have uncomfortable noses. While waiting for the test results, A said that if it was cancer, he would travel immediately, first to Lhasa. B said so, too. The results came out. A has nasal cancer and B has nasal polyps.
A made a farewell schedule and left the hospital. B stayed. A's schedule is: a trip to Dunhuang in Lhasa; Take a boat from Panzhihua to the Yangtze River estuary; Take a photo with coconut trees as the background in Sanya, Hainan; Spend a winter in Harbin; Take a boat from Dalian to Beihai in Guangxi; Boarded Tiananmen Square; Read all Shakespeare's works; Try to listen to the original singing of "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" by the blind A Bing; Write a book. All these, ***27.
He wrote at the back of this life list: I have many dreams in my life, some have come true, and some have not come true for various reasons. God doesn't have much time for me now. In order to leave this world without regret, I intend to use the last few years of my life to realize the remaining 27 dreams.
At that time, A resigned from the company and went to Lhasa and Dunhuang. The next year, I passed the adult exam with amazing perseverance and tenacity. During this period, he boarded Tiananmen Square, went to the Inner Mongolia prairie, and lived in a herdsman's house for a week. Now this friend is fulfilling his old dream of publishing a book.
One day, B read a short article written by A in the newspaper and called to ask about A's illness. A said, I really can't imagine how bad my life would be if it weren't for this disease. It reminds me to do what I want to do and realize my dream. Now I understand what is real life and what is life. You have a good life, too! B did not answer. Because what I said in the hospital, going to Lhasa and Dunhuang, has long been forgotten, because it is not cancer.
In this world, in fact, everyone suffers from a kind of cancer, and that is an irresistible death. The reason why we didn't make a life list like the man with nasal cancer, throw away all the superfluous things, realize our dreams and do what we want is because we think I will live longer. However, perhaps it is this quantitative difference that makes our lives qualitatively different: some people turn their dreams into reality, while others take them to the grave.
Find an umbrella.
Once, a professor said to a businessman, "Last week, my umbrella was taken away from a church in London. Because the umbrella was a gift from my friend, I cherish it very much, so I spent the price of several umbrellas in the newspaper to find it, but I still didn't get it back. "
"How did you write your advertisement?" Asked the businessman. "The advertisement is here." With that, the professor took out a piece of paper cut from the newspaper from his pocket.
The merchant took it and read, "Last Sunday night, I lost a black silk umbrella in the church. If a gentleman finds it, please send it to 10 Broad Street as a reward of 5 pounds. "
The businessman said, "I often advertise." Advertising is very learned. Your advertisement is not good. You can't find an umbrella. I'll write you another advertisement. If you can't find an umbrella again, I'll buy you a new one to make it up to you! "
The advertisement written by the businessman was published in the newspaper. The next morning, the professor was surprised when he opened the door. There were six or seven umbrellas lying in the garden. These umbrellas are colorful, with cloth and silk, old and new, big and small, all thrown in from the outside.
The professor's own black silk umbrella is also caught in the back. Several umbrellas are still tied with a note saying that they were taken by mistake, begging the owner not to tell anyone about it. The professor told the businessman about this situation, and the businessman said, "These people are still honest."
Do you know how businessmen's advertisements are written?
The businessman's advertisement reads like this:
"Last Sunday night, a gentleman was seen taking an umbrella from the church. If the umbrella bearer doesn't want to cause trouble, he'd better return the umbrella to 10 wide street as soon as possible. Everyone knows who this gentleman is. "
Gold worth $20.
This is what I read from an English story:
A father came home from work late, tired and a little upset, and found his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door. "Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"What's the problem?" "Dad, how much can you earn in an hour?" "It's none of your business. Why do you ask this question? " Father said angrily.
"I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you earn an hour?" The child pleaded. "If you must know, I earn $20 an hour."
"Oh," the child lowered his head and then said, "Dad, can you lend me 10 dollars?" Father is angry: "If you ask this question just to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, then go back to your room and sleep." Think about why you are so selfish. I work hard for a long time every day and have no time to play children's games with you. "
The child quietly returned to his room and closed the door.
Father sat down, still very angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that maybe he was too hard on the child-maybe the child really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money.
The father walked into the child's room: "Are you asleep, son?" "Dad, not yet. I'm still awake." The child replied. "I may have been too hard on you just now," my father said. "I flew into a rage today-here's the $65,438+00 you asked for."
"Thank you, Dad." The child shouted, took out some crumpled bills from under the pillow and counted them slowly.
"You already have money, why do you want it?" Father said angrily.
"Because I didn't have enough before, now I have enough." The child replied, "Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy it from you for an hour? Please come home early tomorrow-I want to have dinner with you. " Share this story with the people you like, but more importantly, share this $20 worth of time with the people you love-just to remind everyone who works hard not to spend a little time with people who care about us and let time slip through their fingers.
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 have less happiness, but they may have great achievements.
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 officials.
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 owner 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 drifts with the tide and is free. It makes one kind of human blood unwilling to fail and pursues its own golden pasture without any regrets.
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 crushed? But don't regret it, as long as you step on the truth, whoever steps on it will have depth. "
Don't you miss the intersection of the past when you finally win the flower of success? Don't you miss the old wood in the luxurious house you rebuilt successfully?
trust
It sometimes takes many years to trust someone. Therefore, some people have never really trusted anyone all their lives. It's meaningless if you only trust those who can please you. If you believe everyone you meet, you are a fool; If you trust someone without hesitation and in a hurry, you may be betrayed by the person you trust so quickly; If you trust a person only for some superficial need, then annoying suspicion and betrayal may follow immediately; But if you dare not trust someone who is worthy of your trust, you will never get the sweetness of love and the warmth of the world, and your life will be bleak.
Trust is a feeling of life, trust is also a noble emotion, and trust is the bond between people. You have an obligation to trust another person unless you can prove that that person is not worthy of your trust; You also have the right to be trusted by another person, unless you are proved to be untrustworthy.
have
There are too many beautiful things in this world to count. We always want too much and make as many things as possible our own.
Life is short as a blink of an eye, and it flows away inadvertently between possession and loss.
If you lose the sun, you still have starlight, you lose money, you still have friendship, and when life leaves you, you still have the kiss of the earth.
When you have it, cherish it; Lost, as a test of life's true knowledge, as a struggle commitment of bumpy life.
If you are honest, you give up hypocrisy; With enrichment, you will abandon boredom; With pragmatism, you will abandon impetuousness. Whether it is intentional abandonment or accidental loss, as long as it is really owned, at some point, isn't generous abandonment also a realm?
What you lose inadvertently can be won back. If you are lovelorn, you can find it in spring, but if you lose your will, you should sharpen it in winter. But you can't pick it up without laziness.
Too much desire becomes a burden. What can enrich and satisfy oneself more than having an indifferent heart?
Choose indifferent, and then prepare to walk a mountain road.
(1) Life is like a river flowing eastward. It originated in the highest place, and ice and snow were his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He zigzagged through the cliff, washed down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, rolled away happily and bravely, enjoying everything that happened along the way; Sometimes, when confronted with the frontal resistance of rock and rock, I rushed up angrily, roared and whirled, and the waves fluctuated until I passed by and fell off this steep cliff. Sometimes, through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently; Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily turbid and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it only gave him a lot of new strength; Sometimes he will meet the sunset glow and the new moon, shine on him, cast a shadow on him, and bring some faint warmth in the cold: he just wants to rest and sleep, but the power of progress still urges him to move forward ... (Bing Xin talks about life)
(2)
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching. Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed. The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, still flashing. "Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off his crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Zhu Ziqing's Spring