I thought of eating a bowl of noodles, because I just read an article in it, which said something about marrying far away, and then I couldn't go home to see my parents, and then it mentioned that it might be money or energy. In fact, I told Lin yesterday that if I had time and money, I would go to his place to have a taste. The bowl of noodles he wanted to try, because he was actually in a meeting when he was in class yesterday, and then he looked at the transportation fee and thought about whether he could go to 90 or find someone he wanted to play there, because many friends were studying in Guangzhou, and then he thought about whether he could go, plus what he said before and his good opposite sex friend in junior high school. He also said that he would play with him himself, and then invited me to drink a cup of milk tea. Actually, drinking milk tea is just an excuse. It is right to want to meet. Then, this week, he asked me to see the ticket price. Then I also took a look at it. In fact, I think it's really sad when you want to meet someone, if money and energy are problems. At present, this is what you are facing. Although it is still a question of ability, I feel that it is not allowed. After the age of 20, I will still face the problem of this ability.
Therefore, we should constantly strengthen ourselves, go out and do what we want, and also challenge our abilities. In fact, giving yourself such psychological hints every day will get better sooner or later. Although I didn't like this empty slogan before, I think this psychological hint is actually useful. It's better than thinking nothing and doing nothing. As long as you have a little action, as long as you have a little positive thoughts, in fact, a little deviation will change. Really stronger than nothing. It is better to think that you have reached the bottom. Everything I do is crawling on the internet. Your ability is improving. It was Jia Kai yesterday. He told himself that the online dating in their school was delicious, and then he thought I should like that bowl of noodles. Then, tell him to go to him when he has money. Then, of course, he was joking. He said, well, maybe he can't wait, maybe he can't wait all his life. This sentence is a joke, but he himself. Lack of it is not a joke.
Maybe it's because we just talked about money at first, then because we really want to meet him, and then he just said to himself, he won't come to me or I won't come to him like this. At first, I didn't understand. I thought he wanted to come to our school like his primary school friends did. Later, he said he wanted to see and meet each other. He himself was looking forward to such a day.
According to the characteristics of the question-and-answer between subject and object and the criticism of the style of Ci-Fu, we think that these two Sushi obviously hinted in The Red Wall Fu that the two Sushi were fighting and one was persuading the other. One is "perilla" and the other is "guest".
After four years in Huangzhou, she lived in exile like a prisoner. Perilla still misses the beauty in her heart. At this time, Su Shi, as a "guest", interrupted Su Shi's dream of being a "perilla" with his sad musical intention-isn't Cao Mengde a mighty hero? He once wanted to sweep the world, including the four seas, but now he is also a pile of loess, buried in the bones of the dead? And Zhou Gongjin, a feather fan with a black ribbon scarf, forced the fly ash to go out during the conversation, but didn't it go out with her? Therefore, I am just a little Mayfly and Xiaomi. We can only dream of wandering around Wan Ren like fairies. It is better to cherish the dancing moon in front of us, enjoy the wine in the breeze, and enjoy sadness and joy to soothe our dry hearts.
Generally speaking, tragedy has a sense of destruction and can also bring a sense of loftiness and greatness. Since you can't be like a hero, since the great achievements of a great hero will vanish, and since you can't move freely and do everything like a fairy, why don't you look down on everything and put everything above you? How bitter life is, it's even worse to want it but not get it. Just let go of your desires and you will live in freedom. Only when you are free can you coexist with everything, with the universe and the world, with a pot of wine in the mountains, with the autumn moon and the spring breeze. This poetic life is the goal that Perilla once tried to pursue. At this point, Su Shi, as a "perilla", and Su Shi, as a "guest", reached a tacit understanding. This tacit understanding was completed by self-treatment rather than other doctors, and it was the result of self-adjustment and became a lonely crane flying in the air.
Fu on the Red Wall was written in the fifth year of Yuanfeng (1082), the last year of Su Shi's exile in Huangzhou. During this period, he got rid of the fear of trying to die since Wutai Poetry Case, integrated Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and controlled the pursuit of Confucian achievements with the dialectical thought of Buddhism and Taoism to overcome the endless pain of relegation. The integration of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism in Su Shi prompted him to finally break through and surpass himself in the understanding of the relative unity of time and space, self and self, small universe and big universe, finite and infinite. Su Shi's poem "Portrait of Jinshan" declared with great pride: "Ask your career, Huangzhou, Huizhou and Danzhou." In the corner where you are trapped, it is not only licking the wound, but also benefiting hundreds of millions of people and realizing self-achievement! Therefore, political exile is no longer a blow, but a great achievement, as Mr. Yu said: "Su Dongpo made Huangzhou, and Huangzhou also made Su Dongpo."
She doesn't know why her name is Yao Tao. At least she knows that she doesn't love peach blossoms. On the contrary, she even hates them a little. The peach blossoms written by literati seem to be enchanting and delicate women, weak and blooming, extremely romantic and elegant. It seems that she only loves that sentence in the Book of Songs, that gentle and charming poem, which was held in her mouth and chewed thousands of times.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red.
early spring
The sunshine at the turn of spring and summer is always not warm and shakes her eyes. She looked out of the window with ecstasy, and everything was fresh green. The mottled branches staggered, and she caught a glimpse of a few pinks, striking and faint on the gray-green trunk.
"Snapping-"inadvertently dropped the pen and made a light and heavy landing sound. Looking at this place in twos and threes, she blushed and quickly picked up the pen, but her test paper was quickly drawn out. She hurriedly turned and looked up, only to see the teacher's slightly reproachful eyes. She bowed her head and held the test paper, pale but silent, her fingertips huddled tightly, only the nib stayed, and the pen and ink blossomed drop by drop, so conspicuous.
spring
She was walking on campus with a book in her arms and caught a glimpse of pink. When she looked closely, the bud on the rose-red receptacle swelled and burst. She couldn't help thinking of last year's weak buds and gently lit the branches with her fingertips. The branches trembled, but no petals fell.
She held the counseling book in her arms and set off in a hurry. There are more waiting for her at the next stop.
late spring
On the last day, it was dark, until the moment she walked out of the examination room, she seemed to have unloaded something. She went to see peach trees specially. It's late spring, but the peach trees seem to be in full bloom. Complete five petals, bright and full of vitality. She stared at the purples and burning petals, as if trying to promote something. She slowly picked up the poem that she chewed over and over in her mind.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red.
She was in a trance and had an epiphany.
It turns out that she only knows peach blossoms now.
Rain comes with the unique warmth of late spring and March, as if with the tenderness of memories. My eyes seem to be moist. She caressed her face, only to find that it was cold.
Holding a cup of hot milk in your hand, the warm fragrance overflows. The moonlight outside the window is faint, listening to the most beautiful voice of the years. The long road is accompanied by someone, cold hands are warm, snow is covered, laughter and tears are treasured, and warmth and sadness are unforgettable. Spring lights up flowers, awakens bees and butterflies, hurts larks, and a drop of water falls on the calm lake. The lake says "itch" and whispers in spring, which reminds me of those sleepless loves.
Time passes through your fingertips, and memories remain in your heart. It was a cold spring. Snowflakes as big as moths. But this is an unusual spring. I am in primary school, listening to other parents' advice, laughing happily that my parents are not so wordy. I feel an inexplicable heartache when I watch other children go to school with their parents. The rest are cold fingertips (I went to school alone and obviously wore gloves). Why do others have parents to accompany them to school, but I don't? Do my parents love me? I dare not daydream. When I entered the classroom, it was already dark. I can't see anything, only hear what other people's parents say, except that my parents didn't send me to school. I was absent-minded in class all day, and I couldn't even hear the best bell after class. It's almost noon. I look at my parents and stare at them. But I didn't find my own figure. I'm afraid to fly out of the classroom like a bird with lost wings. My classmates invited me to dinner, and my fingers got colder when I looked at the food brought by my parents. Listening to the parents' concern: "Is the child cold?" Classmate said: "cold", hehe, others said it was cold when they had the temperature given by their parents. What about me? But there was nothing, and my tears flowed naughty. I took a few bites of food. Today, my classmates shared my parents' cooking with me. Ah, it's delicious. "Mom, why do you fry so badly?" The classmate said. School is almost over, and it is snowing harder and harder. I hope my parents can pick me up from work for a while. Although I can walk that long by myself, I still need your company.
Seeing the snow falling relentlessly, I was disappointed. In a flash, I saw my own figure. The most beautiful school bell rang and I rushed out of the classroom. Because the school road was slippery, I accidentally fell down. I saw my mother coming in a hurry. Just then, I saw my mother help me up in a hurry. I couldn't stand up and sprained my foot. My mother's tears also flowed out playfully. My mother asked me quickly, "Does it hurt?" "Never mind, I'll take you directly to the hospital." It turns out that my mother loves me, and it is still snowing heavily. My mother accidentally fell down with me. Mother stood up at once, but her foot was sprained. But my mother stood up and asked me, "Does it hurt?" Looking at the smile on my mother's face, I was very sour. So my mother loves me so much. I cried and said; It doesn't hurt at all. A smile appeared on his face. I will never fall into pain with my mother. There was a smile on mother's lips. Since then. I will never say that my parents don't love me, because my parents have always loved me. I just didn't realize. Your love for me is as endless as pi, just as the sun sets from the east to the west forever, just like the angles of an equilateral triangle. You have injected too much love into me. We will never leave.
I know that I always have a pair of invisible wings that take me flying, give me hope, give me strength, and take me to the place where I belong in the distance.