A landscape left in your heart and mine. Every day, we are exhausted by intense study. We are dazzled by all kinds of information every day. We are anxious about inexplicable troubles every day ... Facing all these realities, our hearts are frozen after the calendar is torn off.
Sunshine has been waiting outside the door, but the door didn't open, it can only leave quietly; The breeze has been waiting outside the window, but the window won't open and we can only go back to the mountains. All kinds of beauty in the world are "turned a blind eye" by our eyes. We in running all the way, bent on moving forward, but didn't know there were flowers on the roadside, which was enchanting and moving.
The philosopher said: A world in a grain of sand.
Buddhists say: One leaf is Bodhi.
In fact, life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. Do not believe, my friend, slow down your pace, and you will find that the colors of the world are so moving and the natural sounds are so beautiful! Bing Xin's old man burst into tears at that moment in the sunset. Yu Bianfu felt endless loneliness in the stripes swept out by the broom. Lao She was happy or sad for a sparrow. Su Dongpo wrote the poem "Jiangchengzi" which was told through the ages because of a dream ... They are so affectionate because they know how to thaw their frozen hearts, slow down, listen to the voice of nature and discover the colors of the world with their hearts.
Although walking fast can go far, and freezing the mind can also reduce external interference, in the old age, when you look back, you will find that life is blank. You missed the flowers on the road of life, the small fish in the running water and the birds singing in the intoxicating wind. It is said that Locke Qin Fei, a wealthy business tycoon, has been busy all his life. When he was old and sick, he felt lonely, helpless and desolate, sitting in the oil empire created by himself. At this time, he suddenly woke up and decided to enjoy the last beauty on the road of life. He began to donate money to provide financial support for charities everywhere. Finally, he saw a rare "roadside scenery", which was loved by children, admired by young people, admired by friends and appreciated by recipients. ...
Similarly, adolescence is the best time of life, and it is also the best part of life. Parents and teachers are the most beautiful flowers on the road, and youth is the precious grass on the roadside. If the freezing of the soul makes us only bury ourselves in the rush of the road, treat our parents with impatience, waste a lot of time in comedy, and fail to appreciate the joy and fun of learning, and always regard it as asceticism, a kind of monasticism without fun; Then, not only can we not see the charming flowers, but we can't hear the whispers of the wind, and we can't be beautiful.
So, let's open our hearts, slow down, feel every breeze, bathe every sunshine, breathe fresh air and listen to the songs of the stream, so as not to miss every wonderful place in life!
Keep a blue lamp and a cup of fragrant tea alone, cigarettes curl up, and the breeze blows up the ink on yellowed paper. The collection of words is a landscape left in my heart.
It's easy for you to understand and lift it slightly. Every gesture is like a charming dream. Your delicate hand is shaking the paddle, and there is a ray of sadness between your eyebrows. Looking at the horizon, I can't see my husband thousands of miles away and look down on myself. People are better than yellow flowers, and I am not old with heart failure. You are drinking the residual wine in the cup: you are not afraid of wandering life, but you are afraid that you will not be reunited with the people you love in this life! When the geese return, you are lonely and listen to the drizzle of banana, and sit in Dongli for drinking at dusk on the Double Ninth Festival. Evening, not only autumn rain, is spring hate, hate "today gaunt, wind and frost temples", is sadness, worry that "things are people but not everything"!
You row forward and see a flock of seagulls vying for the ferry. You are really drunk, but even the vague drunken eyes blur the unforgettable past. "Flowers bloom and fall, and water flows by itself." You murmured, two lines of clear tears shed, and then the sadness of frown rushed to your heart with tears. This strange girl expressed her sorrow all her life with unparalleled talent.
The sunset melts into gold, and the clouds merge at dusk. A clear figure is boating among thousands of lotus flowers, which is the scenery left in my heart.
You are full of lofty sentiments. The Millennium wind of Chibi blows your feather fan silk scarf and touches your heartstrings, so you let the waves under your feet wash away the eternal wind. Fairy way rides the wind, you forget the frustration and displacement of officialdom in this lofty sentiments, and suddenly you are as independent as the world, and you are immortal. Even if his official career is dark and his temples are gray, he is willing to lead Huang Qingcang, with a strong bow and a heavy arrow, to drive away the enemy in the north for Dasong. But you are empty-handed and no one appreciates your talent. You finally avoided the world and lived in the country.
You are sentimental, too. Sentimentality is a scholar. Why did Wang Can have sex? In fact, you know that you can support political reform and seek a high position, but how can you be selfish and ignore the people of the world when you look at the fear and fatigue of the people in the barren land? You don't agree with it alone, and when you see the sympathetic and timid eyes of Manchu Wenwu, you laugh sarcastically. The cool breeze in Chibi gradually cooled your childlike innocence. You sigh that you were born early and look at the rushing river. You just hope you don't throw the rest of your life into the river. ...
Above the Red Cliff, Dongpo stretches his graceful brow, his robe flutters with the wind, and his lonely back seems like the soul of Bibo is the scenery left in my heart.
My ancestors' national hatred, Liu Yong's persistence, Qin Guan's gentleness and Rong Ruo's great future remain in my heart.
The blue light suddenly went out, the tea fragrance drifted away, and the cigarettes burned out. When the book is closed, these words, like pearls in the sea, form the most beautiful picture. It seems that a unique emotion beyond time and space can be read from these beautiful words. These should be the scenery that will never die in the hearts of our Chinese sons and daughters.