◆In fact, learning to give up is more difficult than learning to persist, because it requires more courage and wisdom.
Giving up is a kind of wisdom, a kind of heroism, and a deeper level of progress. Sometimes we are struggling because the burden is too heavy; the reason why we are carrying too much weight is because we still won’t give up. Fame and wealth often kill people with a smile. The poet Rabindranath Tagore said: When a bird's wings are tied with gold, it cannot fly far. Only when you learn to give up can you unload all the burdens of life, travel lightly, welcome the turning points of life, and survive the ups and downs; only when you know how to give up can you have a maturity and be more fulfilled, calm and relaxed. Give up sorrow, partner with happiness, give up fame and fortune, and enter a transcendent realm.
★The happiness of life does not lie in one’s environment, one’s status, or the material things one can enjoy, but in how one’s soul corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their own happiness, the rich have their own happiness, the powerful and powerful have their own happiness, and the humble have their own happiness. In life, everyone laughs and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow. This is the true appearance of the human world.
●When love shines through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a wave of trembling strings, a dispersion of floral fragrance, lasting, warm, and extending. And people. From one hand to another, from one person to another. This is the warmth that emanates from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a line of tired footsteps in the spiritual world and a heart that has been indifferent. Then, the person who has received love will use it to light a match in his heart. A warmth. To illuminate another heart, even though it is so weak sometimes.
★The mountains in the south have never been as tall and majestic as those in the north. In winter, they lose their former luster, leaving behind a slightly gray figure standing quietly between the sky and the earth. Keep a silence. If there is a heavy snowfall in the north and the mountains are covered with a layer of vast white, it will be a majestic and beautiful picture, with new hope gestating among the towering awns. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south. Half-spreading hills like mounds are dotted here and there on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pines and cypresses are left in the mountains, but the green is like a layer of frost, light green. There was a faint hint of greenish gray in the middle. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.
●The moonlight is like an orange and indifferent liquid, and the mountains and rivers are immersed in the moonlight, giving them a heavenly tranquility. Alone under the moonlight, a peaceful and peaceful soul accepts the wise examination of the moonlight. Life is beautiful, and the human soul should also be beautiful. What we do should be worthy of this beautiful world, worthy of this world. Beautiful moonlight; only beautiful souls can shine into the beautiful moonlight. Only people with beautiful souls dare to face this beautiful moonlight quietly alone and have peace of mind.
◆On the surface of the winding and twisting lotus pond, one could see fields of leaves. The leaves are high out of the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer. Among the layers of leaves, white flowers are dotted here and there, some are blooming gracefully, and some are holding their petals shyly; just like individual bright pearls, like stars in the blue sky, and like flowers just emerging from the bath. beauty. The breeze passed by, bringing wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance. At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue. Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful.
★In the lonely winter, there is a monotonous yellow color everywhere. There was desolation everywhere, and even the bright and clear river in the past had lost its luster, and it was hiding under the ice and sleeping. There is a mother and daughter, exuding the warm sunshine. Below, the mother is combing her daughter's hair. She smoothed her hair gently. And the gentle strands are braided into braids. There was a smile written all over her face, and it seemed that the love in her heart could never be contained and overflowed to her mouth. It flows to the corner of the eyes and spins into long. Braids. The sun kissed the long hair, which seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder, shining with an erratic brilliance. The daughter snuggled in her mother's arms obediently, kept talking, and made her mother smile knowingly from time to time. The sweet affection melted the coldness of winter and made the bleak winter scenery spin out with the beauty of spring.
■It started to snow in the evening, and then it didn’t stop all night. Snowflakes fell softly on the black and mottled beehives. The bees are sleeping. Inside the delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it looks like a secret letter sealed with wax. Or like refined particles of pure gold, treasured by a rich king. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living creatures and have life. Their dreams are the sweetest under the sky. The milkvetch and rapeseed flowers in the south, and the sophora japonica, jujube flower, and vitex in the north have withered and bloomed again. But I don’t know if there will be any trace of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly to the sound of snow, it will smell a scent from the sky, holy and magical. It's a pity that no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers of the world have exhausted them.
◆In the years of poverty, people can also feel some profound happiness, like I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice. Pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, sit in front of the "huding" (the stone steps of the hall door) and savor the aroma of lard rice. Every grain of rice is full of the aroma of happiness.
★The happiness of life does not lie in one’s environment, one’s status, or the material things one can enjoy, but in how one’s soul corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their own happiness, the rich have their own happiness, the powerful and powerful have their own happiness, and the humble have their own happiness. In life, everyone laughs and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow. This is the true appearance of the human world.
▲When love shines through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a wave of trembling strings, a dispersion of floral fragrance, lasting, warm, and extending. And people. From one hand to another, from one person to another. This is the warmth that emanates from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a line of tired footsteps in the spiritual world and a heart that has been indifferent. Then, the person who has received love will use it to light a match in his heart. A warmth. To illuminate another heart, even though it is so weak sometimes.
■Death, disease, injury, injustice...these have already existed. Moreover, dramas in their name are being performed in this world all the time. Some sad or indignant stories once made us cry with sadness, but were soon forgotten; some ugly phenomena. It once filled us with righteous indignation, but soon gave way to something else exciting. All of this is just because they happened to others and were too far away from "my world"; our feelings cooled in the air. Freezing, falling!
I often think of you, my friend.
You are in that distant city, that distant and unfamiliar city to me, that city that I cannot overlook even if I stand on the top of a mountain.
★I miss you often, my friend.
When I was in this remote mountain village, I once released a thousand paper cranes and folded 10,000 willows. Although I know that even the wings of an eagle cannot fly to your city.
Of course, my dream feet tread on the stars and moonlight every night, and cross thousands of rivers and mountains every day.
My friend, I will see you again.
But my friend, I want to ask your forgiveness, because I have brought you nothing but warm and strong arms; I have brought you nothing but the unfamiliar spring scenery of thousands of mountains.
●Kunlun has attracted Buddhist and Taoist practitioners since ancient times to build temples and temples here, cultivate their character, and preach sutras and sermons. The forest here is deep and ancient, and the scenery is beautiful. At the turn of spring and summer, the mountains are full of green trees and flowers, which is even more unique.
In the world of chaos, the artists perfectly captured the magnificent scenery of Kunlun: it was almost dusk, the sun hung slanting in the west, and the undulating Kunlun Mountains were like a python. Wearing a golden coat, she is surprisingly beautiful. Surrounded by mountains, there is a beautiful lake with clear wind, white sand, and thousands of blue waves hanging in the sky. The snow-capped peaks in the distance, the colorful clouds stretching freely in the sky, and the swans passing by the lake form shadowy reflections in the lake, making this mountain holy lake even more lonely, spacious, poetic, picturesque, and dreamlike. , as beautiful as a virgin's bright eyes.
●There is a clear spring in everyone's heart, which can wash your soul and nourish your life. It is only because of the trivial and complicated daily life that her beautiful voice has been obscured and her clarity has been obscured. Use the heart spring to extinguish jealousy like fire, and use the heart spring to wash away vanity like dust, and only then will life be infinitely relaxed. The whispering heart spring clearly tells you: the human heart is not as sinister as you imagine, and life is not as bleak and heavy as you exaggerate!
Stay away from the despicable strife, avoid the worldly disputes, get close to Ding Dong’s heart spring, listen to the heart spring Ding Dong...
Relive a beautiful mood; soothe a tired heart The soul; looking back on a lonely life.
Listen to the spring of the heart, let your thoughts go deep and pure; listen to the spring of the heart, make life more abundant and vivid
▲The orange moon, the orange light, the gentle light floating in the orange light of frost. In the clear night sky, I seem to feel the flow of moonlight, feel the rhythm of moonlight, and realize that human emotions are interdependent with the fluctuations of moonlight; under this soft and beautiful moonlight, as long as I concentrate and get emotional, I seem to be able to Hearing the melodious and graceful "Butterfly Lovers" and seeing the elegant and dreamlike "Swan Lake"... Could it be that the birth of these works also experienced the gestation of the moonlight, and the author's inspiration was also nourished and watered by the moonlight? Otherwise, how could these beautiful things be restored in the moonlight?
■Life is like chess
A cup of tea, a pair of chess pieces, one opponent, and spectators. One sentence: "Watching chess without saying a word is a true gentleman, and a man who never returns after making a move" is enough to reflect all aspects of life in a set of chess.
Chess
Take a sip of tea and start fighting with your opponent. The aroma lingers in your mouth and in your heart. At this time, chess is like a wild game. The two armies faced each other, each eyeing the enemy with eager eyes. After a few rounds, the general's chariots, horses, and artillery no longer exist. At this time, an inconspicuous little pawn showed off his strength, marched in from the south, tore through the defense line one after another, turned the tide, and turned defeat into victory. He, the little pawn, was brave and never backed down in times of crisis, playing a decisive role.
Looking outside the house, the cherry blossoms were swirling in the sky, drawing a beautiful arc. In a blink of an eye, I thought: Nine times out of ten things in life will not go as planned. Whenever you encounter a crisis, you should carry forward the spirit of a pawn, right? Only by moving forward with courage will you win.
However, the purpose of chess is very strong. Fighting to the death is still for one purpose-to win the commander-in-chief. Isn't life like this? Ambition can get you out of trouble, and striving for goals will get you twice the result with half the effort. People without ideals will only get twice the result with half the effort. Rather than saying that people without ideas are unwilling to make progress, it is better to say that they are zombies. Having ambitions is like giving help in the snow, just like light appears in darkness. It can be said that "there is a bright future in a village"!
★Go
If chess is like a field battle, then Go must be a battle of wits and courage, an encirclement and breakout battle. Against the wall, you need a strong overall awareness. with a strong global concept. There seems to be an unequal relationship between black and white stones. For example, white stones only need 178 stones to win, but black stones do not need 184 stones. In such a disadvantageous situation, if you do not work hard, victory will be given to you. "Adversity creates talent." What a wise saying. When fighting against Yi, we must take the overall situation into consideration. We would rather sacrifice one person to save the entire army. We must not "pick up the sesame seeds and lose the watermelon". I thought to myself: Isn’t this the case in today’s society? After winning some small profits, I forgot about it. Remember that "water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it"!
Just being cautious is not enough. You must learn to strategize and prepare for a rainy day. The Thirty-six Stratagems are indispensable. To control the tiger away from the mountain is still reliable, you must do everything step by step to be foolproof! Retreating is also a good strategy. Have you never heard of "retreating to advance"? When you cannot have both, you must weigh the importance, take the overall situation into consideration, and assess the situation is a kind of supreme wisdom!
Life - chess, life is like a game of chess, if you make one careless move, you will lose everything...
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I love autumn because of its beauty Colors, water, wind and harvest, autumn brings endless enjoyment, enrichment and reverie.
I love autumn, firstly because of its colors. This is because the colors are too dull in winter, too bright in spring, and too dull in summer. Only autumn has crisp air, bright sunshine, and a harvest scene that is pleasing to the eye. feel.
I love autumn, and the second reason is because of its autumn water. The autumn water is like love, the deeper it becomes, the more colorless it is. It is the clearest time of the year, without a trace of impurities. After staying in the mortal world for a long time, standing by the Qiushui Lake can bring peace of mind, wash away the worries in the heart, and purify and sublimate the soul. Wang Bo of the early Tang Dynasty wrote "Autumn water and sky are always the same color". I think this is a praise of Qiu Shui's mind, style and realm.
I love autumn, and the third reason is because of its autumn wind. I think the autumn wind is a righteous wind. All decaying and decaying things are frightened in front of the autumn wind; the autumn wind is the only wind with evil spirits, and the earth is also affected by it. It looks cleaner and cuter in one sweep, and the species has been further optimized. The autumn wind contains infinite hope.
I love autumn, but also because autumn is the season of harvest. The land of autumn is filled with the joy of harvest, and the warmth of hard work and reward is everywhere. Through the joy and warmth, you can always feel the joy behind it. The hard work and sweat make the harvest more interesting.
I love autumn. I love her sincerely and maturely
●Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cycle of four seasons, are the most beautiful scenery bestowed by nature on the world. The flowers are fragrant in spring, the sun is bright in summer, the leaves are bright in autumn, and the snow is frosty in winter; spring is prosperous, summer is green, autumn is colorful, and winter is pure; spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is high, and winter is quiet "There are hundreds of flowers in spring and moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter." The beautiful quotes describing the four seasons are like the changing seasons, each with its own beauty and endless charm. The descriptions of predecessors have been prepared. I think that the four seasons are gorgeous, and the autumn scenery is the most beautiful.
Everything is content when you observe it quietly. The so-called poetic and picturesque scenery is nothing more than the natural beauty of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate it can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic and picturesque. Lush trees, colorful flowers, and lush grass. Lush plants and gorgeous scenery are the beautiful world given to us by nature. It is really intoxicating and makes people forget to leave. The birds in the forest, the butterflies and bees in the flowers, and the dragonflies on the grass represent the joyful song of life. Listening to the chirping of cicadas in the forest, admiring the color of lotuses by the pool, and boating on the lake are the most wonderful enjoyments. A gust of cool autumn wind blows in the face, how comfortable and magical it feels. The stars in the autumn night, the bright moon shining high in the sky, the bright starry sky, and the breeze passing by, bring people so many thoughts and fantasies, and they can't help but make people feel emotional about the scene, and make people full of emotions. It has attracted many talented painters to draw many beautiful pictures, and more literati and poets have written many moving poems. The beautiful scenery is truly picturesque and mesmerizing.
◆Since ancient times, autumn has been a symbol of sadness, an expression of decline, and a barometer of life’s melancholy. Qu Yuan said, "The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the leaves of the trees." Song Yu said, "What a tragedy, autumn is the air! The grass and trees are bleak and swaying down." Cao Pi also has the same poem in "Yan Ge Xing" "Autumn Wind" The weather is bleak and cool, and the grass and trees are shaking and turning to frost.” The desolate trees and fallen leaves in nature are the first thing that catches people's eyes. The objects in nature give people a sense of spiritual excitement. The four seasons of the universe are naturally associated with the four seasons of life. "The mountain monk can't count the sixty-year-old, and one leaf falls and he knows." The world is autumn.
"Autumn leaves fall, reaching objects and people, and sadness comes from it. Just as Lu Ji's "Wen Fu" said, "Sadness comes from falling leaves in the strong autumn, and joy comes from the soft spring." The withering and prosperity of things triggers the sadness and joy in the heart.
The beauty of autumn lies in its clarity.
Some people’s eyes are like autumn, and some people’s wind gods are like autumn.
The beauty of maple trees in autumn is not just there. The plain red of the frost; but also the sassiness of the wind.
When the leaves gradually become sparse, the autumn forest shows their elegance, which is free and easy and does not care about the prosperity of the world without any embellishment. The most touching thing is that the autumn forest reflects the sunset. It sets off the deepening twilight in the sky and brings a clear coolness to it, which is a very special feeling. The gorgeous and sad beauty makes you want to shed a few tears of nostalgia for your life, but you are frightened by the gradually fading drunken red, and you are willing to condense your unrestrained emotions
The autumn mood is thick and solemn, A gust of wind passed by, and the bare tree trunks were trembling with a few dead leaves that refused to go away. Suddenly, a fallen leaf floated into the black and yellow pages of my open book. Broken, curled up, full of sores and bites from unknown insects. I suddenly thought of sadness, isn’t it because I feel autumn in my heart?
I am sad for autumn, and I also love autumn every day. When the first fallen leaves flutter down from the dense green, and whenever the cool autumn rain moistens my curtains silently, that kind of sadness mixed with sweetness comes over me, bringing out a ray of worry, and my lips will also A long "Alas" fell into my heart, turning into an inexplicable sadness.
Isn't life just like this dead leaf that turns yellow after a fleeting moment? It turns black and falls to the ground. I don’t know where it is buried.
Another gust of wind passed by, and the leaf trembled on the page and wanted to fly away. I covered it and wanted to embed it in the book, but I felt that the words in the open book were too hot. I can't tolerate the shape of Binghu, so I have to find another book