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Bing Xin
The tree of my short life was cut off section by section, Pile like discs on the grass of childhood. I want to pick them up piece by piece and read them; read them with tears in my eyes, read them with a smile, and read them with a short song in my mouth.
It’s hard to decorate every section for him, so plump and beautiful!
I have a friend who often says, "There will be another life in the next life!" - but I say this: "If life is boring, I am afraid of the next life. If life is interesting, this life is already satisfying. "The first thick circle is the sea; to the west of the sea and to the east of the mountain, my tree of life sprouts and grows there, absorbing the mountain wind and sea waves. Every blade of grass, every grain of gravel, is my first love, the first angel who supported me.
This disc is overlapped with countless happy pictures, playful pictures, lonely pictures, and ordinary pictures of indifference.
Let it go, it’s unbearable to remember!
The second thick round piece is green shade; many of the subtle flowers that express life in this piece are set off by this green shade. Some are rich red, some are light white, and some are indescribable...
The green shade in the evening clear, the green shade in the morning mist, the green shade under the stars pointing, the green shade under the swing frame of the flower shed on a moonlit night!
Thank you for this song Qupingshan! It captured many of my thoughts.
The third thick disc is not the sea or the green shade. What is it? I have no idea!
If life is tasteless, I don’t want another life. If life is interesting, this life is already satisfying.
Youth
(American) Samuel Ullman
Youth is not a period of life, it does not refer to rosy cheeks and rosy lips. and soft knees; it is a state of mind that refers to unremitting energy, rich imagination and hot feelings. It is the vital spring of life.
Youth means the manly spirit that overcomes cowardice and the adventurous spirit that abandons comfort. Often a 10-year-old man has more of this energy than a 20-year-old young man. Aging is not only caused by time, but more importantly, it is the result of laziness and lack of progress.
Time can leave its mark on the face, but the extinguishing of the fire of passion can leave wrinkles on the soul. Regret, fear, lack of self-confidence twist the soul and turn youth into ashes.
Whether you are 60 or 20, you need to maintain your unfailing curiosity, your unquenchable childlike desire for knowledge, and your joy and enthusiasm for career success. There is a radio station in the heart of you and me: as long as it can receive messages of beauty, hope, joy, encouragement and strength from all things in the world, you will be young for so long.
When the antenna collapses, your spirit is covered by the ice of cynicism and pessimism, and you will age, even if you are only 20 years old; while your antenna stands tall, with your strength With high levels of optimism, you can hopefully die at 80 with your youth still intact.
We·Poets·Philosophers
●Zhang Xiaofeng
One thing is surprising, why do laurels only wear on the heads of a few people? Why do only a few win the title of wise man?
Every time the flowers bloom and the moon shines, which young man has not been a poet at one time? Whenever a quiet night wakes up, every middle-aged man becomes a philosopher.
Admiration and admiration are the beginning of a poet. Thinking and confusion are the end of the philosopher. Aren’t these emotions actually the emotions of us ordinary people? The difference is that when those beautiful petals bloom in front of our eyes and those rustling autumn winds blow from all directions, most of us can only remain silent in surprise - because we are not good at describing nature with human words. And when birth, old age, illness and death are rehearsed before our eyes, when the tragedies and comedies of human beings are performed within ourselves, although we have thousands of perceptions, we are unable to use them.
Therefore, we have never been called poets, nor have we been respected as philosophers-but in essence, everyone may be more poet than poet and more philosopher than philosopher. Everyone has had the poet's enthusiasm to "express life", and everyone has had the philosopher's piety to "explore life".
We may not be smart enough, so we do not have the achievements of poets and philosophers, but since we have life, we cannot be absolutely indifferent to our own life.
But, so what if you are not indifferent? We understand so little about life, and often the process of pursuit not only fails to make us suddenly understand, but also makes us feel more confused and painful. Medical students are obsessed with scalpels and studying human life in corpses, while psychologists use white rats kept in cages to explain human behavior - people can't explain their own lives, and human research has always strayed away from the theme of life. distant.
In fact, which slightly complicated machine does not need to be accompanied by an instruction manual when it leaves the factory? Why are human beings so ignorantly bowing their heads outside creation and facing those tiny parts in a daze? The most important problem for mankind is not "heart replacement" or "kidney replacement", but always to understand what beautiful meanings the heart and kidneys work for when they perform their functions!
Some people like to use a microscope to observe a leaf, and some people use their naked eyes to examine the growth rings of wood. But to truly understand a tree, one must notice everything from the branches and leaves to the root, from the passing breeze to the charm of the branches. Similarly, when we face life, if we only focus on the details, it is a kind of contempt for our own life.
When the wandering beggar finds the hidden pearl at the bottom of his neck, and when the confused people learn about the immortal soul beyond amino acids, then we know our correct identity, and our poetry and our philosophy begin. It has its connotation.
May we always maintain the temperament of poets and philosophers, because this is the only way to protect ourselves in a spiritually polluted world. We hope that our love for life can turn into a thorough understanding of life - it is not impossible to transcend the world and face a nobler existence.
High mountains and flowing water
The mountains do not have to be craggy, and the water does not have to be long; the mountains are high next to the water, and the water flows according to the mountains. Don't care if the strings are stuck or astringent, and the tunes don't matter whether it's ancient or modern; don't worry about half a tune being too little, even if the strings are broken, you can hear it.
When you sing in the high mountains, you will always know the music in the flowing water. Yu Boya was lucky enough to meet Zhong Ziqi. From now on, he no longer has to sit alone in the dark night, listen to the pine breeze, and put all his thoughts on the Yao Qin, while playing it melancholy and sighing dejectedly; he only has to wave his hand gracefully on the seven strings of Lingling, The pines and waves from thousands of mountains and valleys will rush towards Zhong Ziqi's open heart for him.
Actually, what did Yu Boya play? What did Zhong Ziqi know? I don’t know, no one knows. That's the way it is. There is no one before and there will be no one after. Otherwise, how can it last forever?
Perhaps Yu Boya was not good at music at all, he just put the instrument there and fiddled with it like Taigong Jiang who fished with a straight hook; perhaps Zhong Ziqi was not familiar with music at all, and he also They just talked casually, and the two of them became sad and happy, crying and laughing, like two madmen.
If that is the case, what Yu Boya plays the harp is not the harp, and what Zhong Ziqi knows the music is not the music. All they know about playing must be things other than the piano. So, what are those things? I don’t know, no one knows. All I know is the mountains, and all I know is the flowing water. However, the mountains are speechless, and the flowing water is speechless.
After Zhong Ziqi died, Yu Boya smashed the piano in pieces and vowed not to play again. If the friend is lost, how can the piano be restored?
The mountains are still high and the flowing water is still strong. Two thousand years of time have not been able to bypass the flowing water; two thousand years of vicissitudes of life have not been able to erode that high mountain.
After Zhong Ziqi died, only the lonely Yu Boya remained, crying bitterly in the world every night, crying for Ziqi and himself; crying for the mountains and the running water. Maybe not, because the mountains and flowing water will last forever. He may be crying only for us, the descendants.
House of Flying Daggers
The most urgent and tight string is the easiest to break, the most tragic, and the most suitable for the hero's end.
The autumn wind was desolate that night, and the sky was dark. When the man looked at the sky, he knew that he would never make it to this night. An ordinary night in thousands of years has become a person's fate.
Success or failure is an ambush.
Glory is the ambush of disgrace.
Rise is the ambush of decline.
Love is the ambush of hate.
Life is an ambush of death.
Besieged on all sides is an ambush from the Chu people.
Yu Ji is the ambush of love.
Gaixia City is Liu Bang’s ambush.
Liu Bang is Xiang Yu's ambush.
The Chu-Han War was an ambush of history.
History is like a coin. On the front is the emperor and on the back is the bandit. It depends on the moment it hits the ground.
A hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix
How wonderful it would be for a hundred species of birds and a hundred species of songs to resound in the world.
Among these hundred species of birds, the phoenix was nowhere to be seen. All birds were singing, but the phoenix could not be heard singing. The phoenix is ??high above.
When this kind of music was played in feudal palaces, it was called a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix; when it was played among the people today, it was called a hundred birds contending.
Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night
Spring is short.
Those who live by the river will pass away.
Flowers are incomplete.
The moon is missing.
Night is empty.
The most beautiful person in the world is the one who enjoys and loves.
The three cabins of the spirit
Bi Shumin
Faced with the sentence - the human soul should be broader than the earth, ocean and sky As the famous saying goes, I am ashamed of myself. It is difficult for us to have such a majestic mind. We don’t know how to accumulate every grain of soil to accumulate to that kind of vastness. Every wave? Every cloud?
Even the old Chinese saying that everyone wishes to know - the prime minister can punt the boat in his belly, maybe we are at a loss while admiring him. Perhaps because we are just small ordinary people, even if we have the desire to imitate, it is still out of reach, so we excuse ourselves with our humble status.
The two descriptions of the human mind both use the concept of space. Human body activities require space. Human spiritual activities also need space. What kind of area and layout should the place of tolerance have?
People often say that only when you live in peace can you work happily. Nowadays, when people in the city meet, they ask, do you live in a two-bedroom apartment or a three-bedroom apartment? ...Oh, the two-bedroom apartment is a bit narrow. Although the three-bedroom apartment is not rich, it is still relatively well-off.
The space for physical activity can be measured. Does the territory of mental activity also have a value that basically meets the standard?
Only with a big heart can you hold joy and anger and gain strength. Therefore, it is advisable to choose a place where the moon is cold, the wind is clear, the bamboos and trees are rustling, and you can build three huts for your spirit.
The first room contains our love and hate.
Respect for parents, love for partners, love for children, care for friends, love for all things, cherishing life...hatred of ugliness, disgust of filth, love for Hypocritical hatred, contempt for despicability...these complex and opposing emotions, numerous and diverse, will fill this small room to the brim, leaving no space for room to express itself. All the joys and sorrows you have experienced in your life are like ancient musical instruments made of wood and stone, laid out on the tables of the spiritual cabin. As time goes by, on a certain night of fierce fighting and iron blood, they will become self-taught. Echoing the heaven and earth, it clangs. If there is more love than hate, the house will be bright and warm, like a golden pond with red carp swimming, that is your great blessing. If there is more hate than love, the cabin will be miserable, ghosts will be infested, your spirit will be sad and depressed, and your body will be broken. If you want to regain peace, you have to clean your hands, burn incense, and sweep the courtyard. Destroy your spiritual garbage, reshape your spiritual ceiling, and let a ray of holy sunshine shine in from the skylight.
The second room is for our business.
The career that suits you, Baihualin, does not depend on God’s gift, but mainly depends on self-finding. Not only because it is a suitable career, it is not just like fungi after the rain, but also because our understanding of ourselves is also a process of peeling off cocoons and needing to get to the bottom of things.
It's hard for you to prepare to know whether you will truly feel your true love at the age of 18, 40 or even later. When we are too young, because we are not yet truly independent and restricted by various conditions, the money and status attached to the shell of our career or other prominent halo may dazzle our eyes. When we have enough concentration to peel off all the extraneous things outside of our career and reveal its pure and lovely essence, it may have taken us half a lifetime. However, it takes a long time, and the spiritual cabin must also be occupied by the career you love. Otherwise, if the dove occupies the magpie's nest and the plums replace the peaches, there will be chaos in the house, and there will be no peace.
Our career is our field. We carry it on our backs, sow, cultivate, harvest, and happily move towards the distance of life. Planning your career so that career and life present a colorful, harmonious and complementary situation is the key to the solid elegance of the second spiritual cabin.
The third room is where we put ourselves.
This seems to be a weird statement. If we don’t live in our own spiritual residence, who will live there?
But it is indeed a major mistake we often make - in our hut, there are everyone we know, except ourselves. We turn our minds into a highway for other people's thoughts and cars to drive, but we don't leave a thin trail for our own thinking. We turn our minds into containers for collecting the latest information from all directions on the Internet, but we don’t leave a small storage box for our discoveries. The words we speak, no matter how loud they sound, are traced by other fingers. We have taken good care of everything in the world, but we have lost the key to unlock ourselves. In the house where he lives alone, there is no evidence that he ever lived.
The three huts are either big or small. In an extraordinary world, establishing a spiritual habitat is the obligation to command living beings, and everyone has such a right. We may not be beautiful, but we are healthy. We may not be great, but we are solemn. We may not be perfect, but we work hard. We may not be eternal, but we are sincere.
"I and the Temple of Earth"
Shi Tiesheng Liu
If there is a garden god, he must have noticed it long ago. I have been sitting in this garden for so many years. Sometimes it is relaxed and happy, sometimes it is depressed, sometimes it is carefree, sometimes it is lonely, sometimes it is calm and confident, sometimes it is weak and confused. In fact, Mr. *** only has three questions that alternately harass me and keep me company. The first is whether to die? The second is why live? The third is, why should I write?
Now let me see how they have been woven together so far.
You said that you saw that death is something that you don’t have to rush to do, it is something that you will not miss no matter how much you delay, so you decided to live and give it a try? Yes, at least this way. It is a very critical factor. Why should you try to live? It seems that it is just because you are unwilling to give in. The opportunity is rare. If you don't try, it will be in vain. Your legs will be finished anyway. Everything seems to be over. But the God of Death is very trustworthy. There will be nothing extra if you try. loss. Maybe there are additional benefits, right? As I said, I feel much more relaxed and free now. Why write? Writers are two words that are valued by others. Everyone knows this. In order for the man in the wheelchair who was hiding deep in the garden to have a little glory in the eyes of others one day, and to have a place in the eyes of everyone, even if he died then, it would be more or less justified. In the beginning, it was Think of it this way, there is no need to keep this secret, these things no longer need to be kept secret.
I took my notebook and pen with me, found a corner in the garden where no one would disturb me, and wrote secretly. The young man who loves to sing kept singing not far away. If someone comes over, I close the notebook and hold the pen in my mouth. I was afraid that I would be embarrassed if I couldn't write it. I want to save face. But you finished it and published it. People say that my writing is not bad. They even say: I didn’t expect you to write so well. I say to myself that there are still many things that you have not thought of. I was so happy that I didn't sleep a wink all night long. I really wanted to let the young man who sang know, because after all, he sang well.
Every audience member was unlucky because he always sat too close to the stage. I am sitting in this garden, and the garden god has said to me year after year: My child, this is nothing else, this is your sin and blessing.
Yu
Feng Jianhua
Yu should be a feminine noun, she, not him. Rain is completely feminine.
The rain in spring in March is a girl who is in her cardamom years.
She is quiet, gentle, fresh and shy. Unconsciously, she came quietly, "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently". She is like gauze and mist, like love and dreams, her clothes are not wet, and her face is not cold when brushed against her. Wherever her skirt floated, everything in the world woke up from their deep slumber, seeds sprouted, bamboo forests grew bamboo shoots, willows sprouted new branches, and little creatures that had slept all winter stretched themselves and walked out of deep burrows.
Spring rain gives youth and life to the earth.
Chun Yu is another girl who loves beauty and a painter who is very good at painting. She holds a magical paintbrush in her hand and creates a beautiful world.
"A branch of pear blossoms brings rain in spring", how refined; "Apricot blossoms bring spring rain to the south of the Yangtze River", how elegant; and "The small building listens to the wind and rain all night, and the deep alleys sell apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty", how quiet and quiet it is . This is all Chunyu's handiwork.
Spring rain, a girl with fragrance all over her body, a painter who loves beauty and writes about beauty.
Summer rain is my sister-in-law. She is impatient, comes and goes in a hurry. She is a neat and clean middle-aged woman with a bit of shrewdness.
Compared with the spring rain, the summer rain is a little less gentle and quiet, but you know, she has so many things to do, and she is a mother of many children.
Rivers, lakes and seas are waiting for her to replenish her nutrition and plump her body. The earth, parched by the sun, yearns for her moisture. The crop seedlings in the fields and the trees and orchards on the hillside are like groups of children waiting for food, eager for her milk. Year after year, she used her abundant milk to feed the strong sorghum, the fat pods, the round watermelons, and the heavy ears of rice. Only with her can there be fruit, harvest, and the endless growth of thousands of living things.
Summer rain, capable sister-in-law, and generous mother.
The rain in autumn is an old woman who has experienced all the vicissitudes of life.
She has seen a lot, gone through a lot, and done a lot. She was once young and brilliant. Today, the peach blossoms have faded, and the sorghum and corn have been harvested. She had done everything she needed to do, so she seemed a little lonely. There is also a person who likes to lament autumn and writes a poem about "cold rain knocking on the window" and complains about "every autumn rain and every cold". But she is tolerant and open-minded. She knew that people would never forget her past or everything she had done.
She is not lonely, she is painting the frost leaves "red as February flowers", drawing a picture of autumn with all the forests dyed and colorful. What's more, not long after, the spring rain of March came again, like a girl.
You can pick lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River
Fei Zhenzhong
Suddenly I remembered an unusual saying, beauty is an irresistible indulgence. ?
For those who have traveled through Jiangnan, it is too easy to encounter beauty. For example, in June, I mean June of the lunar calendar, the month of lotus picking in the south of the Yangtze River. On this day, a kind of heart-stirring beauty flows everywhere. Who can avoid it, and who can refuse it? Since you can't avoid or refuse, then the only option is to indulge. Yes, the beautiful June of picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River is indeed an irresistible indulgence. ?
Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves. Who said this? ?
When picking lotus flowers in Nantang in autumn, the lotus flowers exceed the heads of people. Who said this? ?
So the demon girl and her daughter made a promise to go boating; the stalks of straw slowly returned, and the feather cup was passed on; the boat was about to move and the algae was hanging, and the boat was about to move but it sailed open. Who said this?
Throwing lotus seeds across the water for no reason will make you feel ashamed for a long time. Who said this? ?
A lotus-picking girl in Yexi River sings songs when she sees a visitor; she laughs into the lotus flowers, pretending to be ashamed and unable to come out. Who said this? ?
How many people have walked through June in Jiangnan, and how many people have talked about the scene of lotus picking season.
This is mainly due to changes in the minds of the literati. They seem to think that such elegant things as picking lotus should belong to the literati. They think they have more noble tastes than the girls and young women in the countryside, so the literati pay for their elegance and nobility. , left the lotus ponds naturally scattered among the deep waters of Daze, and ran to their own small garden to dig a lotus pond that belonged to them. Such a lotus pond is only one or two acres in size, and there are only a dozen or so lotus flowers in bloom. The literati stayed here all day long, chanting poems and painting, just to illustrate how they are the same as the lotus leaves. He has a clear mind and a noble character. Compared with the grand and lively scene of lotus picking among Jiangnan folk, the literati's lotus appreciation seemed so shabby and pretentious, and their self-admiration mentality seemed so boring, narrow and selfish compared with the joyful songs of Jiangnan girls and young women. ?
The world is changing day by day, just like the river is declining. Due to the adverse effects of the aesthetic egoism of the literati, the beautiful days when lotus harvesting was possible in the south of the Yangtze River are gone forever.
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