It seems unrealistic to drag the ancients to talk about these modern means of transportation and communication. However, with a little hypothesis, it is not difficult to see the superiority of modern high-tech means and deeply regret the difference in ancient conditions.
Jian Zhen traveled to the east and Xuanzang traveled to the west, which one didn't go through many difficulties and dangers and almost lost his life. It took Xuanzang 17 years to make a round trip, but Jian Zhen just stayed in Japan. If we have the present conditions, Jian Zhen can go to heaven without going into the water, and Xuanzang may not have to learn the scriptures himself. Fax and air transport are convenient and quick ways. The ancients loved watching the moon and were full of curiosity and yearning for it. Nowadays, landing on the moon is no longer a human dream. That sentence "although this is only a small step for me, it is a big step for all mankind." After the birth of that famous saying, mankind turned its attention to a broader and more distant universe. The moon is no longer mysterious to human beings. Poetry is an important tool to express human emotions. To be disrespectful, if there were modern means of transportation and communication, then the couple who live at the head of the Yangtze River and I wouldn't have to endure the suffering of lovesickness.
It took hundreds and thousands of years for mankind to turn "the end of the world" into "the end of the world". So some people say that modern technology makes the earth smaller and smaller, and this metaphor is really appropriate. With the development of science and technology, people will no longer be discouraged by distance and alienated by communication difficulties. During the Spring Festival this year, many soldiers guarding the south coast of the motherland exchanged greetings with relatives and friends far inland by videophone. Tibetan students studying in the East can also use this technology to pay New Year greetings to their parents on the roof of the world.
Therefore, in a sense, the development of science and technology has narrowed the distance between people, leaving relatives and friends is no longer sad for "difficult to meet"; People who live at the head of the Yangtze River and people who live at the end of the Yangtze River will not only meet in dreams. Mankind has entered a new century, and we look forward to faster and higher development.
The sun is shining, the yellow sand is rolling, and a lonely rider is flying on the post road. People, groggy and tottering; Horse, nose and mouth are panting, with micro foam. But the man and the horse didn't rest for a moment, just ran ... the station arrived. The other took the mailbox, got on a good horse and ran away. And the previous one person and one horse seemed to collapse to the ground. ...
This is the ancient way of information transmission in China-postal delivery. It is somewhat inaccurate to say "China", because the postal delivery methods in other countries are similar. This way is extremely backward, and the speed of communication can be imagined: people are running on the avenue, and the road quality at that time is of course far from today; What's more, if someone intercepts the mail car, no matter how close it is, you can't get the letter, which can be described as "a short distance away."
In 394 AD, Sima Chi, Emperor Huaidi of the Western Jin Dynasty, was captured by the Han Cheng regime established by Liu Cong, a Hun, and sent to Yecheng, where he was killed in1February. However, the news of his death did not reach Si Marui, the king of Jin in Jiankang, until the following March. Yecheng and Jiankang are not far apart, but it took three months to transmit information. This is not a particular concern, but what about the military?
Tang Gaozu sent Wang Wei Li Jing to attack Xiaoxian County. Jinling City was besieged by Tang Jun for several days, and there were several times as many reinforcements as Tang Jun in less than five miles outside the city. But these reinforcements stayed put because they didn't know if Jinling had been breached. Xiaoxian is eager to see through the city, and it is close at hand. ...
The stars move and the moon flies, and the Millennium time is fleeting. On the ground, steam locomotives roared and galloped; At sea, ocean-going sailboats break the waves. However, postal technology has never developed substantially, and the late news has brought great pain to many people: the son did not know that his father was seriously ill and could not meet him; Lovers are heartbroken because they can't receive each other's information; The general was wiped out because he couldn't get urgent information. ...
Thomas Moore invented the telegraph. Since then, with the clear rhythm of Morse code, important information has been sent to all parties. ...
Marconi invented the telephone and their voices exchanged with each other. Old friends are warm and cold for many years. Travelers crossing the ocean pour out homesickness; Motherly love is not blocked by Qian Shan. ...
Today, Internet technology makes people catch up with the old ones. With the development of visual technology, postal information is not only language and sound, but also appearance-the most sincere emotion.
The world seems to be getting smaller. Yes, people's information exchange has moved from "near horizon" to "near horizon". Future? That must be more exciting.
2. The difference of narrative composition between near horizon and horizon is not only reflected in the physical distance of space, but also in the spiritual distance. The distance of the latter determines our perception of the former. The horizon is close at hand, which is the distance between people who know each other and love each other. Whether it is Wang Bo's philosophical "However, China holds our friendship, and the sky is our neighbor", or a flying letter encouraging, worrying and comforting each other, or Qin Shaoyou's "If two feelings last for a long time, they will be sooner or later" shows that although they are thousands of miles apart, they are interdependent. Because they care about each other, they break the physical boundaries of time and space and get the feeling of being close at hand. This is probably the truth that "life is a bosom friend, why not do it". However, many people may find it difficult to find a bosom friend all their lives. Put on a cold mask and cold spiritual armor? Or abandon the redundant alert, give people fragrant roses, give people a sunny smile? Our choices determine whether these people who are close at hand are far away from us or close at hand. Looking at all the people, I am sad to see that in the "jungle society", many urbanites choose masks and armor to prevent injuries. They are anxious on the road, living a life of three points and one line, and there is no longer the experience that "distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors". The children were warned of the darkness of the world and they were turned into hedgehogs. They no longer play with their neighbors' children, and "childhood friends" became a legend. What's more, they are indifferent to other people's lives and even their own. When Maria, a foreign friend, rescued the drowning man in the West Lake, the onlookers were surrounded by photographers, and no one reached out to help! How far are the hearts of these people! This is not even the distance between two worlds, it is simply the distance between two worlds! Perhaps, those harmonious and beautiful scenes in the tradition have been broken in some people's hearts. But when I picked up the debris, I saw that it reflected the dawn of hope. I can't help but think of the donor from other places who left in a hurry after dropping tens of thousands of yuan in the "Save Bixin in the City" activity. I can't help thinking of the hairdressers who came from afar to attend the charity Scissorhands. They are not neighbors, but they have traveled thousands of miles to get help in the snow; They are separated from each other by blood relationship, but they take great pains to help each other. This action makes us understand: How far is the distance between cities? Just close at hand, as long as everyone takes off the mask of defense and thinks of others with goodwill; As long as everyone is numb, give people a smile; As long as everyone throws away their cold armor and gives people love, I believe that people who are temporarily far away will gradually come to your side and be close at hand. As long as there is love, it is close at hand, and the end of the world is only close at hand! What is your choice? .
Goodbye, strangers sit and meditate, walk and meditate, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Buddha.
Spring blossoms, autumn leaves fall, boundless prajnaparamita, and words are silent and natural. -Inscription Walking in the ignorant time, I forgot your original appearance, and finally left my lonely back in the trance image.
What did you see through my cold eyes? Is it a mottled parting, a vague dream, or just a soul with nowhere to find? I'm just carving myself, forgetting to walk with you, or simply, I'm still going on with my unruly life. Just like Nietzsche's tangled concept of "returning from many robberies", I continued my old dreams in the barriers of memories, turned the enchanting past into poppies, walked my own way in crazy fantasies and walked into a beautiful scenery. We are all passers-by of time, absurd strangers. You have traces of my wandering, and you have a look back when you pass by.
Stepping on the train of years, if the most primitive emotion is only the reappearance of dependence, then the result is doomed to be the vanity of plain hands, the sparse partition, and the sadness of people walking with tea fragrance. If I can't accompany you to the end of my life, I will travel far behind my back.
You and I will say goodbye and then scatter all over the world. Someone once said that we are all lonely hedgehogs.
Only people with the same frequency can see the unknown elegance in each other's hearts. I am not your dream, and you are not my poem.
When the leaves are scattered, you understand the gathering; When the flowers fade, you understand youth. Farewell to the feast, please smile with sweetness in flowers and warmth in palm prints.
June is a little blue, please contact me with my best wishes and prayers: the end of the world is close at hand, and I will feel at ease when you know it; The journey is short. If you are in good health, it will be sunny. What I want is a small lamp of my own.
It may be a piece of blue bricks and green tiles, a lazy afternoon, encountering a petal wet by rain, a folded page of thoughts, a line of plain ink propaganda, playing dusk in the dialogue of time, talking to the Green Lantern about Zen, and reading through the story of Tangshan Songshui in a fleeting time, making the days of spring, summer, autumn and winter thin. No surprises, no distractions, a lifetime hangover.
Don't forget your heart that reached the other shore voluntarily, and don't forget the ferry where the soul and dream change. Prosperity is 3 thousand, pessimism is a floating cloud; There are countless troubles, and it is sunny to think about it.
You are a familiar stranger, and you turn around and become a stranger. I can't control the changing world, I can only hide my thoughts.
Sober self-control, indifferent to leave, calm forgetting. Fall into the edge of Wangchuan, next to Naihe Bridge.
In the grovelling scripture, you read a chapter for me. I want to see the moon and the clouds, and the soul must be clear and happy. The rivers and lakes forget each other, and the Zen machine meets.
It's better than Daiyu's trembling chanting "Hello, Baoyu". Open the palm of your hand, and yesterday's youth chips are scattered all over the floor.
In my three-word prophecy, there are your mixed tears and heavy watch. We sit on both sides of time across a mountain and a water, and we will always be a grave. Your pulse is a long river sunset, my floating thoughts are lonely smoke in the desert, and my love is like a grain of dust.
In my dream, you are a bystander in my life. In fate, we should have become attached to each other and turned away from each other. There is no exile in life. The artistic conception of three thousand laurel trees and ten miles of lotus flowers is my lifelong pursuit. You are an excellent person, and you should not stay on the track of life because of me.
Meeting is a grand beauty, regardless of its flowering period and traces of burning ping. "The water is a little brighter, and the bamboo shadow in the pine shade is in front of the window, burning incense and sitting around during the day, so that I can have a quiet relationship with the book."
Farewell to you outside my bamboo fence, like the timbre of autumn water in the sky, is a clear silence. I gave it to you silently. Please take care.
4. Write an 800-word composition on the topic "How close the world is". The most common scene in life is to leave or wait.
We are all waiting for the arrival of the next subway. Are we waiting to meet or leave? In the interweaving of ignorance and foreknowledge, time suddenly disappears, just like the description of dreams, shuttling back and forth in memories ... There are too many memories to outline, but they are like unforgettable knives. Philosophers say that people have too much pain because they have a good memory, but I can't wait to engrave every second of my memory in my heart, because the memory in this emotional land makes me attached to life and youth.
In fact, I have been away from my youth for a long time, but looking back is like an instant! Maybe this lost time should be recorded as post-youth My post-youth begins here? With a sacred and awe-inspiring heart, look for the lost holy land, stay away from worldly material and noise, interests and tactics, restore the original purity of the soul, and let the soul return to its true nature. Back to the beginning, it reminds me of the plateau snow area twenty years ago.
For example, on the day of worship, I watched believers in different clothes prostrate in the open space of the square, and I listened to the chanting of pilgrims, like rolling thunder from the clouds, flowing with the sanctity of Sanskrit. In that scene, I seem to understand that there is always great piety in front of the giant Buddha. Even if I don't understand why I should be religious, I don't need to think about it.
Probably from the thinking of touching life, the seeds of piety have taken root and sprouted. People should have faith. Faith will not bring people any material gains, but will only reward our restless hearts.
And the return of the soul is the beautiful scenery on our way to the end of life. In fact, these should have been forgotten long ago.
Forgetting may be an art. If fate meets again, even if it is close at hand, I can't remember the lingering feelings and grievances at that time.
It turns out that some things are like the clouds of the ancients, but they are as far away as the horizon. The lost time contains understanding and tolerance, but it can't accommodate reality.
Life always begins with a blank sheet of paper, written word by word in the past, present and future. The intersection of meeting and parting is a collision between near and far, which constantly deduces the beauty and sadness of life and youth.
No vicissitudes, no wind and rain. I just want to thank and love the care and care of the gods.
5. The gap between people in 1 The poet Gu Cheng has a famous poem: When you look at the clouds, ancient people have a desire to untie nature from "near the horizon" to "near the horizon". They observe the sun and the starry sky, discover laws and make calendars. Zhang Heng looked at the starry sky every night and became an astronomer. But they only saw the armillary sphere. The stars are flickering, some shine, some are stable, some "walk" fast, and some are still; Others broke through the sky ... the ancients didn't understand the mystery and could only explain it with God. The telescope invented by Galileo pierced the "shell" of the earth, and let people see the "appearance" of the stars in the solar system: there are potholes on the moon, Mars is red as blood, and Saturn has a straw hat. Since then, astronomy has made rapid progress. Compared with the huge scale of Yu, the solar system is really. Compared with the long time of "week", life is too short to count as "minutes". The ancients did not understand the mystery of "near", but today people can see the scene beyond "Tianya". With the invention of large optical telescopes and radio telescopes, humans have been able to "see" places/kloc-0.5 billion light years away, which may be close to the edge of the universe. It's not just distance. Not at this time, but several trillion years ago. More importantly, human understanding of nature has jumped from "near horizon" to "near horizon". The earth's ring is considered "smaller" because the development of communication makes people's contact faster and more convenient. In the universe, scientists are also looking for life and hope to get in touch with it. If we want to be as close as the horizon with aliens. We still have a lot of work to do. Materialist dialectics holds that things are knowable and human knowledge is constantly developing. Not only in astronomy, but also in other fields, it was difficult for the ancients to find the original simple laws, but now people have already reached a higher level, that is, "from' far' to' far'". Facing the mystery that science seems unable to solve, human beings can't retreat, because it must be knowable. At the same time, we must master the methods. History has proved that mankind will solve more scientific mysteries.
6. Who is the string? I spent a long time writing my composition. Heartstrings are tied to the bottom of my heart, and all kinds of customs come from Wan Li. I don't have to think about it, but I am secretly worried.
In the empty green smoke, the wind is winding, I promise you. In the coming year, I will let him dance with my heart and my heart, and I will never forget my words. From now on, I will make a promise. -Inscription holds a ray of moonlight as light as water and as bright as a mirror, so that thoughts can dance in the endless night, let it swim in the desolation of the world unscrupulously, and take away the glitz of the world and the deep concern of the world.
Whose piano plays at night? The melancholy melody sings the confusion of love and hate in the world. Write endless thoughts into words, compose them into music, tie them on strings, gently pluck the strings of acacia, play a sad movement, and pour out the sadness in thousands of hearts.
Listen, a prime minister's song is singing softly in the wind, just like a girl, fluttering in white, dancing in the wind, telling the infinite feelings accumulated in her heart. Through the treetops, across the fingertips, gently dancing in the cracks of the fleeting time.
Look, a person full of tears, in the cycle of youth, from three thousand hair to a bun of silver hair, from a delicate girl to a trembling old man. Dance can't move attractive dance moves, but it still doesn't forget exciting tunes. In the endless passage of time, a song that has been sung countless times will always accompany you and never give up.
There will always be spring next year, but not this spring. There is no way to recover the reincarnation that has slipped away, only to keep the present time.
Not for the eternal vows that have been made, but for the affectionate and ambiguous eyes of you and me in this life, only for your nostalgic look back in this life. From then on, I fell in love, was provoked, and was doomed to lovesickness and heartbreak.
Holding acacia, my eyes are dim, and I miss you very much. If I want to ask about the wedding date, only my heart will always be there. Before the song of Acacia was finished, people cried and blushed, and rouge held the eyelid curtain.
Italian choked and swallowed, the plaintive voice was silent, the song was unfinished, and the eyes were sad and confused. Every grass is red, and since then, tears have flowed.
Turn acacia into a charming song. I wish to accompany you forever in lingering, and I wish to miss you from time to time in charming warmth. I will compose acacia into songs, fill in love stories, mourn in the wind, sing in the rain, let the wind bring me thoughts, let the rain bring me love stories, and wherever the breeze and drizzle go, I am an acacia person. Acacia is a wound, only a thousand lines of tears, lonely boudoir, full of sorrow.
An ordinary piece of paper, a pen for writing feelings, a piece of paper for composing music, a piece of paper for writing lyrics, so far away, so far away, only singing songs and sighing. The thirteen strings of the harp play all the worries in the boudoir, and the sunset is misty when you are away.
Clear a little, adjust a tune, thinking that people are not here today, and old worries add new ones. Then I went back to miss you, but you weren't there. Looking back on the past, the clouds are rolling, the sadness is heavy, the dusk is faint, the mist is thick, and acacia is still there.
In the dim time, whose strings disturbed my youth.
7. Listening to the composition about listening to the heartbeat When a person's breath hovers in his ear, the heartbeat seems to be the singing of the soul. At this moment, the sun is infectious in the cold and shines silently. The little tree was combed by a different kind of care, and the fairy tales growing in the fields gradually emerged. In this way, it suddenly entered loneliness, making some memories clear and enriching yesterday. Although this is a natural and doomed experience, only regrets circulate in Ning Shen's analysis and reading. Because I never dare to indulge myself easily and don't want to give up easily, I missed a lot. I am embarrassed in truth and falsehood, lost my mind in longing and stupidity, and lost in the distance. God has never given any emotional pursuit a fair background. Everyone knows that life is unfair and cause and effect are inevitable. I can't force it. I really want to find someone who can pour freely. Of course, this is almost a luxury requirement nowadays. Few people try to bear the suffering brought by self-esteem, the true desire of human nature and the definite meaning in their hearts. Time is short, the price is too high, and they are lonely. However, in fact, just when people gradually give up their emotions, these humanistic connotations begin to become precious. No regrets, who knows? Between the sun and water, the starry sky and the earth, we are no longer looking for a dependent logic. It is no longer the most complete freedom to follow one's inclinations, and ancient beliefs have already taken root in the blood. Since anti-tradition at all costs will only lead to another mode, why bother to deal with the principles of life? At the moment, I don't know what kind of scenes the characters in my memory are designing, what kind of elaborate themes are planned, and what kind of satisfaction they have. Wandering in heavy thoughts, there will be no happy concept. It's not just the theme of survival that is unclear. There is no heavy rain at the end of life, because there are the most ordinary people. It is often asked that it takes reasons and excuses to do one thing, care about one person and cherish a fate. There are many rules in this world that are very clear and don't need to be understood. Whether you like it or not, you will follow them unconsciously. Life can't be done properly in a hundred years. In all rational and perceptual experiences, people eventually lose not only their complete and free self, but also an inner dilemma similar to self-abuse. Live aloof, always hope for the afterlife. Love and hate often alternate, and the feeling of distress and confusion is uncomfortable but hopeless. Only when the crowd is crowded, I feel that I am a real person, a person who will feel scared and lonely, a moody person who loves life, and an angry person who can't pull it out. After watching too much, he often feels confused and often suffers some inexplicable injuries in his heart. I understand that people are looking for those happiness, happiness and satisfaction. Reading often laments those charming places. Listening to music often sinks into the bleak rhythm to taste sadness, and a person who is quietly alone often sinks into long thoughts to accept loneliness. The only thing that can come to my senses without hiding my likes and dislikes and showing my infected style frankly may be honesty and fearlessness, so there may be no reason not to regret it. The four seasons are all life, with colorful gains and intoxicating sadness. Listen to the melody of youth, "ok, I won't play." I will work hard for my goal, and I can't let my parents down again. My mother said I was her only hope, so I bought a lot of books. I want to finish them. Maybe I can really go to Guang Mei. I want to grow my hair long now. Pray for me. " Lolo left this passage and then quietly left. Looking at her gloomy head, I couldn't help crying. All over the world. For my own goals and dreams, I gradually left my world, and I have been addicted to it, swallowed up by endless darkness, bit by bit, unable to extricate myself. I left such a sentence in OICQ, and then fell dejected and despondent on the table. When my last good friend left me, what was left of me? Only lonely memories ripple around like ripples. Dreams are a paradise-like country. My dream is as far away as the cold twinkling stars in the sky. Struggle is the beginning of chasing dreams. The arduous journey of chasing dreams requires endurance, sweat and hard work. I am a weak or fragile person, and I avoid all the practical problems I have to face. I always like to hide behind people and avoid all the sources that hurt me. Suddenly the sun shone brilliantly. My sky is overcast with clouds. I saw a liar on the internet very late. He called me a boy. His tone and enthusiasm are different from those of six months ago. Can time widen the distance between us? If so, then I hate separation. The liar is a gloomy boy. After being admitted to the university, he is still struggling. I think he will be the son of the sun in the future. The swindler made a literature website for me to see. His article is still gloomy and makes people want to cry. I understand that the change of life makes his writing depressed and sad. I always remember that a long time ago, he could humorously teach me to recite place names with riddles. I asked a series of questions about the history of trains after seeing the continuously extending tracks. University is my dream paradise, but once I enter it, it will tear into two parallel lines with my past, two parallel lines that can never depend on each other. I can't help but fear and tremble at the thought of this, although now I can only stand outside and look at that country. What one pursues is not illusion. I wander between fantasy and reality, and reality is full of ups and downs. Just like many years ago, I lit a mountain forest with a match, which warmed a winter and ignited my whole childhood. Red fear and crystal tears dyed the whole winter red. The resentment in my heart spread all over my heart, but I couldn't say it. I only understand that tears are a vent and a relief. I hate living in reality. People are too fragile to face. It is better to conceive your own fairy tale in fantasy, as simple as beauty.