A Brief Introduction of Scales and Paws in Paris by Xu Zhimo;
Xu Zhimo is a modern poet and writer in China. "The Balance of Paris" is a collection of essays written by him, including famous prose works such as "Chatting in Yushan". The following are the classic quotations of Xu Zhimo extracted from this collection of essays. From these quotations, we can see that Xu Zhimo is a person who is good at thinking about life, self-reflection and caring about the destiny of the nation. At the same time, he is sensitive and can stick to his beliefs.
Classic quotations from Xu Zhimo's Balance in Paris;
My friends, how old we are, we often only aggravate the shackles on our heads and tighten the chains on our ankles. When we see children rolling in the grass and sand, playing in shallow water, or seeing kittens chasing their tails, we are not envious, but our cangue and chain will always be the boss in formulating our actions!
Chatting at Yushanju is from Scales of Paris by Xu Zhimo.
Nature is the greatest book. As long as you know this book, you will not be lonely when you are lonely in this world, poor when you are poor, comforted when you are distressed, encouraged when you are frustrated, supervised when you are weak, and lost when you are lost.
Chatting at Yushanju is from Scales of Paris by Xu Zhimo.
It is better to settle the debt before it is settled than to mix it up. I can't help dissecting myself. Take a risk? Say a depressing tone? Danger, I can't help but use this introspective sharpness to correct my physical and mental burden and siltation. Maybe there is hope that I can really get rid of it?
Re-anatomy of the Balance in Paris by Xu Zhimo.
You won't realize it until very late (some people will never have a chance), but none of your real life experiences, behaviors and thoughts will remain in the spiritual life that accompanied you to grow up? Check the stub? Just like your shadow never misses your every move, although you don't notice or see it.
Re-anatomy of the Balance in Paris by Xu Zhimo.
We are all tiny bugs stuck in the spider's web of life, some of them are still struggling, and most of them are lifeless. They only shake their heads in pain when the wind blows the cobwebs. One more day of personnel experience, it really feels like a day to be a human being.
Seeking medical treatment is from the Balance of Paris by Xu Zhimo.
The greatest mission of mankind is to make wings; The greatest success is flying! The ultimate ideal, endless imagination, from man to god! Poetry is born on the wing; Philosophy hovers in the air. Flying: Above everything, covering everything, sweeping everything, breathing everything.
Want to fly, Xu Zhimo's Scales in Paris.
How many people can bear the cross of life? But life is not the heaviest burden. What is heavier than life is the cross of thought. How many natural educations of Mencius, Ben and Wu can there be in the history of human mind?
《? Step forward? ",from Xu Zhimo's" Paris Balance "
Adventure, pain, failure and disappointment follow one after another, and those who deliberately take risks should plan their final disappointment; But disappointment is not despair, which is very different.
《? Step forward? ",from Xu Zhimo's" Paris Balance "
I am by no means that naive optimist; I will never point to the shadow as sunshine, to the clouds as blue sky, and to the evil as beauty. I don't deny shadows, dark clouds and evil, I just don't doubt the sunshine, blue sky and good reality; Temporary concealment and erosion can't make us despair, which deserves our redoubled determination to seek the light.
《? Step forward? ",from Xu Zhimo's" Paris Balance "
I can't dream with my eyes open anymore. From now on, I want to treat reality as reality: I want to see, I want to check, I want to clear, I want to bump, I want to challenge and I want to destroy.
《? Step forward? ",from Xu Zhimo's" Paris Balance "
The reality of the past has gradually expanded, blurred and unrecognizable; The present reality is gradually shrinking, becoming a line of consciousness, a very narrow line, and splitting into countless unrelated black spots, which are gradually disappearing? Magic disappeared, disappeared, a terrible darkness and emptiness.
The Fantasy of Beidaihe Seaside is from the Balance of Paris by Xu Zhimo.
The lessons of the past, even if there are, can't benefit us, because the future is still dim when we set out, and we still can't choose the road of freedom. By the time we got drunk after work that day, I think our only right is to lose another bigger hueco mundo? Hypothetically? Complete this whole loneliness, that is the end.
My Peter, from the Balance of Paris by Xu Zhimo.
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