The true nature of the heart should be like this. Success, like the moonlight shining on the flowers, the deep pool is slightly blue, no matter good or bad, no matter the detachment of success or failure, it is a post station with a whip and a horse, climbing high and looking far; Defeated, still dripping water wears away the stone and merges into the sea. There is a kind of pride that is poor and strong and does not fall into the blue sky. There is a kind of stubbornness of "being a self-taught person and constantly striving for self-improvement". Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, the painting style is still the same, just like the sea and mountains, familiar with the years, flashy and arrogant; Bear the burden of humiliation, Han Xin, snow pine, like a fairy with feathers, know how to take a step back and broaden their horizons, and refuse to give up eating because of choking.

-Green Heart

Fade away youth

Peerless elegance was broken in the youthful glory of the later dynasty. The resplendent hall is only drunk in the fragrance of charm. After a leisurely time, the flowers in the garden sing the world of mortals. With a bitter smile, it is the fall of Fu Cha, the prince of Wu. Bet on youth, shoulder heavy burdens and embark on an unknown journey. Tears that can't be turned away lasted for a whole spring and autumn. Lonely clouds sigh sadly. The downfall of a dynasty is only drunk in clouds.

Today, thousands of years later, people open their books, quietly walk through all the years, look at the stone that used to be like a flower, and interpret the firm belief that Wu will be destroyed more and more with the blooming years. It turns out that youth has already opened an endless chapter in the dark, which is intriguing. ...

-Youth

jathyapple

Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. 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. ...

youth

Youth is not a period of time, but a state of mind;

Youth is not a soft knee with rosy cheeks and red lips, but a deep will, a grand imagination and passionate feelings.

Youth is the deep spring of life. Youth pervades Changhong, courage overcomes timidity, and enterprising overcomes Gou 'an. This spirit is born after the twenties, and it is more common for men in their sixties.

Getting old is not getting old, but giving up ideals will lead to getting old. Years are long, and decline only reaches the skin; Enthusiasm gives up, decadence gives up the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns youth to ashes.

No matter how old you are, whether you plan to be 28 or 28, you have the joy of life and the temptation of miracles in your heart, as naive as a child. In the center of everyone's heart there is an antenna, so long as you receive messages of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from the sky, you will always be young.

When the aerials are down, your spirit is covered with ice and snow, and you are covered with cynicism and self-denial. Even at 20, you are old. However, as long as you put up your antenna to catch optimistic signals, you may die young at the age of 80.

-New Oriental was born to win.

Xishui

A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.

In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;

In summer, your eyes are thick green;

In autumn, your eyes are clear;

In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.

You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...

You are an ancient song in our life-

You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;

You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;

You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...

Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;

Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?

Dreamy

Busy day after day, I am like a passer-by, wasting my dream years. When I accidentally saw the last calendar falling gently in the empty background, I suddenly realized that I was standing on the threshold of the New Year again. I know that whether I like it or not, the wind of the years will always send me to a brand-new day and a brand-new year. Then, I suddenly felt uneasy. In retrospect, I always feel that I failed that time and the future days came so suddenly. I keep reminding myself to make every minute of this upcoming day colorful and full.

Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.

When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!

key

How powerful is a key? I believe that the function of the key is obvious to everyone. Open the door, right? However, is this really the only function? Maybe it was an accident. Anyone who has seen Five People Meet in Heaven should know what caused the amusement car to fall. Because a car key, a lost key. So, can this be said to be the function of the key?

A person's life is lost because of this key, so isn't a step a life?

Is it worth it? Men are still looking for the answer to this question after death, but the answer is not this question. Plain life is the important thing he is looking for, but he didn't know it until after his death. Is it happy or sad?

high summer

On a sultry day, cicadas can't bear to be lonely and keep chirping. I'm alone, and I don't have a confidant. I want to listen to rock music and hysterical songs crazily, just to escape the intense loneliness in the unmanned world. One person is cold, two people are wonderful. Therefore, the inexplicable impulse makes me miss my old friends and the past days. Although unrealistic reverie can't save everything, I hope my thoughts can fly in the world after closing my eyes and dance with a smile. ...

Life is a responsibility.

A bluebird flew past the window cheering, bringing music from heaven and falling like a pearl.

In a trance, someone drew his sword. Long song said, "Are we Artemisia people?" He walked away with a smile, rolling eastward across the Yangtze River, across the Wuxia gorge under the dam and across Dongting Yangzhou. Drunk into Chang 'an, waving his hands in the golden palace, pretending to be crazy and selling stupidity, my uncle grinding ink, and Lux taking off his boots, mocking the world; Visit Kyushu, look at Sichuan and sing about the Milky Way, mourn the surging waves, make friends with you, stay with Wan Li, and weep for your feelings. ...

Li Bai, who came nine days ago, has been flying down with great pride, and has interpreted a colorful picture of life all over the world with his poems.

enjoy life

Love is the wind. "It is good for the poor to hear the wind."

Love is rain, "Love peony contains spring tears".

Love is soil, you can dig it out by bending down. Which soil has no blood and sweat of ancestors and no green dream of future people?

Love is a cloud. When you look up, you can see one. Which cloud has not seen the yearning of children and the memory of old people?

Because of love, we are grateful, because of love, we are full of grief and indignation; Because of love, we are willing to be indifferent to quiet days; Because of our love, we dare to wear boots to meet them. A life of humiliation, life is love; Deserve the righteousness above family, death is love; Clear and refreshing, live seriously, living is not love!

south of the Yangtze River

On the water, an ancient stone bridge arched like a beautiful eyebrow;

Under the stone bridge, there are bridges in the water, people and umbrellas, dogs and gardenias, bamboo hats, and the burden of selling steamed cakes, all swaying in the waves;

The river bank is narrow and steep; There are cloisters on the shore, and teahouses, bookstores and restaurants extend to the river; There are also residents, the stone steps at the back door of residents, and sisters squatting on the stone steps, washing vegetables, stepping on their feet and washing rice;

Their printed towels are like colorful herbs;

Their gentle words, like the return of Yan Zi, are playing the whisper of love;

On the bridge, under the bridge and in the basket, there are fresh squid, swordfish and mandarin fish;

In the bamboo basket, there are water-soaked water chestnuts, lotus roots, cymbals and water chestnuts;

Small streets, though paved with stone slabs, smell like fish in water, like rivers, like harbors.

Perhaps, this is Jiangnan. A sketch of Jiangnan corner.

Suzhou pingtan, the soft voice of the silk string;

That girl is more beautiful and smarter than Shi; Perhaps this is the image and character of Jiangnan. ...

-Jiangnan rhyme