Yu Qiuyu’s words are full of cultural heritage and have profound philosophy of life. They are worth reading! The following are inspirational quotes that I compiled from Yu Qiuyu’s classic quotations about life. I hope you like them.

Maturity is a kind of bright but not dazzling brilliance, a kind of round but not greasy sound, a kind of calmness that no longer needs to observe the words and expressions of others, an atmosphere that finally stops complaining to the surroundings, A smile that ignores the noise, an indifference that washes away extremes, a thickness that does not need to be announced, and a height that is not steep.

Loneliness is not a kind of temperament, but a kind of helplessness.

We still know too little about this world. Countless unknowns surround us, so that life retains the burst of fun. When one day everything in the world can be clearly explained, the world will become very boring. Life will become a simple trajectory, a dull repetition. ——Yu Qiuyu

The road of life must be walked step by step by yourself. What can really protect you is your own personality and cultural choices. Then in turn, what can really hurt you is the same, your own choice.

If one day, someone who cannot come back disappears, someone who leaves It doesn't matter if the person who doesn't like you leaves, time will bring the right person to you.

I am even more envious of the gaze in the street cafe. With just a flash, I feel that the sun and moon are long and the mountains and rivers are safe.

You think that I can recover quickly, which is a bit selfish.

From rain to sunshine, I passed through mud and wind.

Along the way, you never understood me, and I never blamed you.

I am not trying to show my generosity,

I am not trying to show my generosity.

I just want you to know that there is no emotion and no blame.

If you enter "story" on Google, you can get 113,000,000 results, but if you enter "ending", you can only get 44,900,000 results. It can be seen that not every story has an ending.

No longer can I read the proclamations handed down from ancient times, only the couplets with dragons and phoenixes dancing on the pillars. There is no more generous regret, only a few pavilions where you can pay your respects and rest. No longer looking forward to the tremors of history, only the eternal lakes and mountains sitting awe-inspiring.

Some people confine their lives to peering into each other, guessing and hurting each other, while some people release their lives to the vastness of the earth, the sky, the distant mountains and the sea.

There is no tragedy without tragedy, and there is no sublimity without tragedy.

Grandeur fades in an instant, and bustle is another name for short life. In the glorious days, life is cast with a charming mark.

I cannot participate in your past, but I will accompany you in your future.

No matter how small you are, you can leave a long shadow in the desert; no matter how small a person is, you can make history sigh heavily.

Water seems to be soft and boneless, but it can become rolling and powerful, with surging waves; it seems to be colorless and tasteless, but it can spread out into the vast green fields, with abundant fruits and colorful colors; look It seems that I am in a low place, but I can steam up the sky, become clouds, rain, rainbows and clouds...

What should be fortunate is that I am still young and my time is not old. I'm afraid that the cuckoo will sing prematurely, causing the flowers to wither and the water chestnuts to turn into buds.

The most beautiful moonlight always comes from deserted valleys. The most profound cultural relics always come from the wordless wilderness. The most ridiculous lies are always true. The most shameful false accusations are always polite. The most unclean eyes are always monitoring morality. The most uninformed literati are always chewing words. The bravest soldiers always speak softly. The most boring books are always difficult to read. The most exciting encounters are always with former rivals. The most resentful cuts are always from early friends. The most beautiful stories always come from the mouths of villains. The purest loneliness always belongs to the door of the master. The most vulgar friendship is soaked in wine day and night, and becomes bigger and bigger. The most elegant friendship is painted with a reserved pen, becoming lighter and lighter as it is painted.

Clean pain will definitely settle into leisure. Leisure is the compensation for pain, and pain is the padding for leisure.

In the face of false accusations, do not refute or appeal. Don't try to engage in dialogue with the accuser, don't try to elicit pity from the onlookers. A tall building without shadow must not have been built yet; a big tree without vines must have not yet reached its peak.

Yearning for the peak, yearning for height, but in the end the peak is just a narrow place where you can just stand. I couldn't walk sideways or go straight. I could only enjoy the pleasure of looking down for a moment. How could I stop and sit still for a long time? There was no way up and it was difficult to go down. I felt lonely and frightened like never before. The truly warm beauties in the world are all touching the earth and lurking in the deep valleys. The height of dominion over all things only constitutes self-mockery in the end.

As far as life is concerned, it should also be balanced between mountains and water. The waterside brings joy, and the mountains give comfort. The waterside allows us to perceive the impermanence of the world, and the mountains allow us to realize the constant prosperity of heaven and earth. The waterside allows us to enjoy the long journey away from the embrace of our elders***, and the mountains allow us to experience the long and delicious taste of returning to the residence of our ancestors. The philosophy of the waterside is not to give up day and night; the philosophy of the mountains is not to know the sun and the moon.

The empty pride reaches the sky, and the futile majesty lasts forever.

The most touching thing is the nobility in suffering. It is this nobility that makes people most aware of the reason why nobility is noble. With this kind of nobility, people can recite poems and compose poems on the edge of life and death, use their own warmth to melt the ice and snow in other people's hearts, and then use their humiliation to ignite the fire of civilization.

The biggest reason for reading is to get rid of mediocrity. One day early will bring you more excitement in life; one day late will bring you more troubles of mediocrity

There are also flaws in familiarity, and it is easy to lose sight of the first time you meet. In the stunning excitement, the overall charm of the thick lines is forgotten, and the gaze changes from looking up to looking down. It is hard to say whether the grasp is firmer or the grasp is loosened. It's like when we make friends, if we get too familiar with them, communication becomes routine. Sometimes when we suddenly see him grace the stage or publish his masterpiece, we feel that we need to look at him with admiration.

I don’t dare to pray for our overly large culture, but I hope that the words I write can have a bitter aftertaste, understanding after anxiety, relaxation after meditation, and aging. young. Let the smoke of the Tang Dynasty and the wind of the Song Dynasty wash away the last bit of youthful heroism.

All wounds maintain temperature, all temperatures involve pain, all pain calls for healing, and all healing retains reluctance.

When I pick up the photo of myself when I was ten years old, I am not lamenting that time is fleeting and youth is gone. Instead, look into those clear and innocent eyes for a long time. They remind you that you once had such a strong light, such a big space, and so many possibilities, but all of this has not completely disappeared; it tells you that, You were once so pure and relaxed, and everything that makes you miserable today does not belong to you.

Chatting with your family around the fire in the night rain, you will almost never quarrel; concentrate on studying in the night rain, and your body and mind will be super strong; miss your friends in the night rain, and you will miss them so much that you immediately find a pen to write a letter; If you write with a lamp in the night rain, your words will become moist and rich.

Greatness is better than space, it is momentum; greatness is better than time, it is charm. In addition to its momentum, ancient Rome also had enough charm, which made its momentum refreshing and lasting for thousands of years.

Since not a single leaf on the big tree dares to face the blowing wind, the infiltration of dew, and the drifting of frost, the entire forest has become a dead forest without the sound of wind and birds.

The so-called great era is an era when no one takes villains seriously.

When Eguan Bodai has long since fallen into pieces, and the lofty buildings and halls have been reduced to grassland, the poems and prose occasionally painted with a bamboo brush may carve mountains and rivers and carve out hearts. , never wander.

The magic power of literati can turn a remote corner of the world into a hometown in everyone’s heart.

In Dürrenmatt's writing, Romulus faced the German troops approaching the city without panic and raised chickens leisurely. He tolerates the ministers taking up the treasury and running away, and tolerates the traitors to deceive his own family members. He has absolutely no strength of character and is disgusting. But the more I see it later, the more I understand that he is actually a wise man with insight into history. If the cart is bound to fall, trying to support it is a kind of harassment; if history has no intention of Rome, trying to govern it is a kind of reaction.

In life, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, there are infinite possibilities.

As long as history does not stop and time does not go backwards, everything will age. Let's be old when we are old, and peacefully hand over to the world a kind and beautiful look. Pretending to be innocent is the cruelest form of self-destruction. A grandmother without wrinkles is terrible, an old man without gray hair is a pity. Life without ruins is too tiring, the land without ruins is too crowded, and the act of covering up ruins is too hypocritical.

Return history to truth and life to process.

——This is the great wisdom of mankind.

The huge body in broad daylight will inevitably cast an equally huge shadow.

This is the wasteland of Chinese history: horse hooves like rain, shouts like thunder, and blood like pouring. The white hair of a loving mother in the Central Plains, the distant gaze of a spring lady in the south of the Yangtze River, and the night cry of a child in Hunan. The farewell under the willow shade of my hometown, the angry eyes of the general when he roared, and the military flag after abandoning his helmet. With a burst of smoke and dust, they all drifted away.

“Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, what is the relationship between the two?” This is the question I encounter most often.

I replied: "There are no two. The road is the book."

All optimism is the omission of suffering

I sighed softly , a dynasty that has lasted for hundreds of years always begins with a group of strong men and heroic figures, but ends with some gentle and miserable souls.

Any truly civilized person will consciously or unconsciously live a life of multiple overlapping ages mentally. Without this overlap, life will lose its elasticity and will easily dry out and break.

There are always some people in the world who do not care about the season and do not understand current affairs. It is their indifference to time that leaves behind the dignity of time.

The lack of spiritual destination is the main cause of various social disasters. Therefore, the greatest disaster is the disaster of the villain, and the greatest ruin is the ruin of personality.

Without books, pens or money, I am relaxed and vain, like leaves from branches and petals from flowers, wandering all over the sky in the strong wind, extremely free and easy and extremely humble, So lowly that no one can recognize anyone else, so lowly that it’s impossible to estimate how many people are crowded into one square meter.

Many of the more intense feelings of wandering and homesickness are difficult to express in words. They can only be experienced slowly with a small heart. When this heart stops beating, all these will be lost. Searching, it may be lost among the waves, it may be buried in the jungle, or it may be condensed in the window of an old building in a foreign country.

Human beings always lack self-confidence, advance and retreat, stop and go, constantly depleting themselves, and constantly depleting themselves again and again.

History is the ups and downs, history is the darkness, history is the spinning terror, history is the hidden luxury, history is the mud in the heavy rain, history is the abandonment on the cliff

Yearning for the peak , yearning for heights, but in the end the peak is just a narrow place where you can just stand. You can't walk sideways, you can't walk straight, you can only enjoy the pleasure of looking down for a moment, how can you stop and sit still for a long time?

People with scars all over their bodies are always trying to take off other people's clothes. A withered tree can immediately become a stick for beating people. A vine without bones wants most to cover up the high wall on which it relies. The sudden burst of water wants to betray the river bed that it relies on most. Why fear fighting, only fear that the person you are relying on will suddenly fall to the ground. Not afraid of hunting, but afraid that the hand holding the bow would be a wolf's claw. Why fear the sky will collapse, only fear that you will still seek hatred at the last moment. I am not afraid of the ground cracking, I am just afraid that my dying cry will still be a rumor. Too much absurdity finally made heaven and earth speechless. Countless accidents have already made the mountains and rivers look cold. There is still one word left in the world of aphasia that says kindness. The cold mountains and rivers still hide a symbol called love. The earth is in trouble, and future generations of our family don’t know when the disaster will come. The floating life has passed, and I have yet to realize whether the Great Way exists. Everything is empty, no joy, no sadness, only the rain and mist in the autumn mountains remain. Thousands of years passed without birth or destruction, only the sound of birds on the moonlit night was left.

Life is like this. When you are young, you resent yourself for being young. When you are old, you resent yourself for being old. This often puts young and middle-aged people in a relatively calm state of alienation and judgment, thinking about the weirdness of life, and then While comforting the young, comfort the elderly. I think the charm of young and middle-aged people in life lies in this two-way alienation and two-way comfort. Because of the two-way alienation, they become free and easy and calm; because of the two-way comfort, they become kind and powerful. However, precisely because of this, they sometimes feel annoyed and melancholy. They still retain the sadness of saying goodbye to their innocent years, and sooner or later they will have a premonition that their old age is approaching. They were at the center of the whirlpool of life, looking around and thinking about it, and couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

Drink a few mouthfuls of magnolia dew in the morning, and eat a handful of autumn chrysanthemum buds in the evening. As long as your heart is beautiful and firm, you will not feel happy or miserable even if you have a sallow complexion and thin skin. I took the wooden roots and tied them with Angelica dahurica, then strung together the pistils and stamens of the sedge, and then wrapped the cymbidium with fungi and twisted it into a long rope. I will pursue the ancient sages and never obey the world.

If you forget kindness and kindness and only know how to compete with others for success, that is true mediocrity.

The rolling sand mountains under the sunset are unparalleled beauty in the world. Light and shadow are separated by the smoothest lines, and the golden color and dark ocher are so pure that they are without any spots, as if they have been sifted through a huge sieve. The winds day and night shape the wind ridges and hillside into ripples. They are extremely graceful and smooth waves without a trace of ripples.

As a result, everything is pleasant, and every day and place is arranged generously, brightly and cleanly. The colors are so pure that they are holy, and the charm is so harmonious that they are sublime.

When I grow up, I know that there are too many cruel things in the world. No matter how much kindness is concentrated, human beings cannot control themselves, and it is not the turn of the cow for a while. However, even if one's heart has become so hard, one cannot face bullfighting, because it has clearly transformed the ungrateful nature of human beings into a bloody enjoyment.

The vast desert and the torrential water are unique in the world.

Only such a bay in the desert, such a tranquility in the wind and sand, such a scene in the desolation, such a drop after a high slope, can we deeply understand the rhythm of heaven and earth, the ingenuity of creation, and make people intoxicated. .

From this, life, the world, and history are all like this.

Give tranquility to the turmoil, coolness to the impatience, plainness to the high-spiritedness, and brightness to the roughness.

Only in this way can life become more vivid, the world more exquisite, and history more charming.

However, what people are used to every day are all kinds of one-way exaggerations.

Even the God of nature is rough and rough, and is too lazy to adjust it carefully, making the world a lot of trouble.

Pretending to be innocent is the cruelest form of self-destruction.

The reason why some literati were able to show their humanity and create civilization in the suffering of exile stems from the nobility in their hearts. Their external identities may change again and again, and they may even be imprisoned for life, but their inner nobility has never been completely destroyed. This is just like some people, no matter how they follow the trend or hold a high position, they can never hide their inner inferiority.

Civilization may arise from barbarism, but it never likes barbarism. We can survive suffering, but we never praise suffering. We are not afraid of persecution, but we never affirm persecution.

There is no repetition here, true joy never repeats itself.

There is no rigidity here, and rigidity cannot accommodate true humanity. There is nothing here but human life steaming.

The greatest harm caused by the false coordinate of "success" is that it regards life as a "win-lose battlefield" and regards "defeating others" as the only way to survive. Therefore, the place they pass will sooner or later turn into a spiritual wasteland that harms others and does not benefit themselves.

The greatest tragedy is to regard non-existent civilizational premises as existing. The sad thing about civilization is not that it is scarred in the battle with ignorance and barbarism, but that ignorance is mistaken for civilization.

Bold modern people must be cautious in the face of history and nature. No matter how high-pitched the singing is, it can't compete with the howling of the Saharan night wind at the top of the pyramid.

The greatness of Rome lies in the fact that every dynasty has a complete legacy, every legacy has a high-spirited gesture, every gesture is designed by an art master, and every design constitutes the front and rear. The harmony between left and right, every harmony makes time and space look at each other peacefully, and every time they look at each other, it makes other cities feel ashamed and avoid it.

It is silent because of its depth. Perhaps, the reason behind it is the silence.

There are many rescues at critical moments in the world that are unknown to the rescued. This is just like there are many hurts at critical moments in the world, which are unknown to the person being hurt. Things in the world are complicated, time is in a hurry, the serious ones are hidden, the light ones are revealed, the truth is like the wind, and the lies are like a rock. How much can you really know?

Not caring about the existence of others is actually just the truth. Respect for the state of being of others.

A single tone runs throughout, which is much nobler than the colorful life.

The power of youth is irrepressible, and even hell can be turned into heaven.

The vast desert and the torrential water are unique in the world. Only such a bay in the desert, such a tranquility in the wind and sand, such a scene in the desolation, such a drop after a high slope, can we deeply understand the rhythm of heaven and earth, the ingenuity of creation, and make people feel intoxicated.

From this, life, the world, and history are all like this. Give tranquility to the turmoil, coolness to the impatience, plainness to the high altitude, and brightness to the roughness. Only in this way can life be vivid, the world appear exquisite, and history have charm.