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1. Wang Guozhen

1: "Life"

When laughter fades into silence, when confidence turns into loss, I approach the steps of my dream, am I still firm and persistent; when the smile is lost in the desert of my heart, when frost and snow freeze family ties Promise, is it still green and fresh in my helpless heart? Who doesn’t long for harvest, who doesn’t experience bitterness, who doesn’t want the branches of life to be full of abundance, and who is willing to let hope turn into flowers in dreams. Between reality and ideals, the constant is trekking; between darkness and glory, the constant is pioneering. No one wants to get rid of the fetters of the world and spend their life in inaction. Organize your luggage. Different starting points can lead to the same glorious end point. There is no right or wrong in life, success always belongs to those who strive.

2. "I like to set off" I like to set off, just because the place I arrive belongs to yesterday, no matter how clear the mountains are, how beautiful the water is, how gentle the wind is, too deep nostalgia will become A kind of fetter, which not only binds the feet, but also the future.

3. "Married to Happiness" has a future goal, which always makes us happy. Just like the gray moth flying towards the fire, willing to be a prisoner of the flames, what is swinging is your non-stop footsteps, what is whirling is your non-stop tassel. Beauty, in the days of deep love, who can tell clearly what is sweet and what is bitter. All I know is that once you’re sure, there’s no turning back. If you want to lose, lose to pursuit; if you want to marry, marry to happiness.

4. "Love Life"

I don't think about whether I can succeed. Since we have chosen a distant place, we only care about the journey through wind and rain. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since I love roses, I bravely reveal my sincerity. I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the target is the horizon, all that is left to the world is my back. I don’t think about whether the future will be smooth or muddy. As long as I love life, everything is expected.

2. Bi Shumin

1. "Reminder of Happiness"

In short, happiness is a moment without pain. The frequency of his appearance is not less than we imagine. People often just pick up the golden mane on the ground when the happy golden carriage drives far away and say, "I have seen it before." People like specimens that are happy, but they ignore the moments when happiness is covered with dew and exudes fragrance. At that time, we often walked in a hurry, looking forward and backward, not knowing what we were busy with. In the world, some people predict typhoons, some predict locusts, some predict plagues, some predict earthquakes, but no one predicts happiness.

2 "Creating the Heart"

The borders of the heart can be made very large, like the most malleable gold foil, covering the entire universe, encompassing the sun and the moon, without even a single piece of it. Dark clouds can cover the vast territory of the soul; no earthquake or volcano can completely cover the majestic buildings of the soul; no storm can freeze the hot springs gushing deep in the soul; no natural disaster or man-made disaster can make the fields of the heart fall apart in autumn. No gain.

The size of the heart can also be reduced to a very small size. It can only accommodate one family, one person, one sesame seed, and one drop of virus. A trace of rain drowned him; a ray of wind shattered him; a rumor made him miserable; a conspiracy made him doomed.

A good heart does not have to be gorgeous, but it must be strong. Because there are too many squeezes and blows in life, you will meet the lonely soul on a narrow road in the dark. If there is no careful special design, a simple heart will be easily hurt and unable to recover, and may never be able to survive again. Without the ability to heal yourself, there is an undefended door. A small wound will drain all the blood from the body, and a spark of gunpowder will burn down the stretching castle.

3. "With a Plain Face"

Yes, I am not beautiful. But being naked is not just for beautiful women, but a lifestyle that all women can choose. Look around us. Every tree, every blade of grass, every flower has no make-up. Facing the scorching sun, facing the wind and snow, they are natural and natural. They will age and wither, but aging and withering are also a reality. As the leader of all things, why should human beings hide themselves behind powder and oil paint? We all age. I look at my age calmly, like looking at a pair of white sails approaching in the distance. Why should I hide this reality? Covering up is not only futile, it is first of all a kind of weakness. Confidence is not inversely proportional to age, just like confidence is not directly proportional to beauty.

Courage is not stored in your face, but in your own hands. Cosmetics are just some polymer compounds, some fruit juices and some animal fats. They have nothing to do with human confidence and courage. Just like a building needs steel and iron bones to support it, rather than a few flashy bamboo poles. I believe that a smile without makeup is more pure and beautiful. I believe that a look without makeup is more frank and sincere. I believe that a woman without makeup has the courage to face it. Life. If it's not for work, if it's not for etiquette. I will never wear makeup in my life.

3. Yu Qiuyu

1. "About Friendship"

Friendship is profound because it requires nothing, no matter whether it is balanced or unbalanced. The poet Zhou Tao once described a profound balance: "Two trees chatted noisily for a long time in summer. They saw each other's yellow leaves falling in the autumn wind. They were quiet for a moment and said goodbye to each other, 'See you next summer.'" Chu Chuze I wrote with an unbalanced depth: "I really want to live a good life for you, but I am extremely exhausted. You did not arrive before the end of my life. I just fell here to take a look at you." They are all. Falling without any desire is poetic nobility.

2. "Breakout"

The divination operator Su Dongpo is missing the moon and hanging on the sparse tung trees, which breaks the early tranquility of the people. Who sees Youren living alone? Misty and solitary shadow. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.

It was this unspeakable loneliness that made him completely wash away the noise of life and search for the silent mountains and rivers and the ancients who passed away far away. Looking for dialogue where there is no dialogue, then the dialogue must become unusual. If a soul like Su Dongpo is silent, then sooner or later, a grand miracle will suddenly appear and surprise the world. Loneliness enabled Su Dongpo to undergo an overall rebirth, and it also enabled his artistic talents to be distilled and sublimated. He has truly matured - like many people in ancient and modern times, he wrote the book after a disaster, matured in rebirth after death, matured in a remote place, matured in a moment when almost no one was around him. Maturity is a kind of bright but not dazzling light, a kind of round and 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 kind of atmosphere that ignores the noise. A smile, a kind of indifference that washes away the extreme, a kind of solidity that does not need to be announced, a kind of height that is not steep, the strong passion has fermented, the sharp mountain wind has stopped, and the rapid trickles have merged into lake.

In spring, the leaves begin to flash yellow and green, and the flower buds sway gently in the wind, seeming to have a kind of winter yellow. But after a spring rain, the color and look are unimaginable. Every tree seems to have opened particularly bright eyes, the arms of the branches suddenly become soft, and the sprouting leaves are simply undulating with a layer of green waves. The water drops dripping from the buds are more charming than the girl's tears. There always seems to be a silk curtain of transparent water mist hanging in mid-air, touching the colorful prism of sunlight. At this time, the whole earth is beautiful, and the grass seems to be turning like resurrected earthworms, making a rustling sound that can only be heard in spring. Breathing becomes free, and there are countless sweet fruits in the air, tempting the nose and lips. Really, only this rain can completely drive away winter and change the appearance of the world.

----Excerpted from "The Four Seasons of Rain" by Liu Zhanqiu

Summer rain also has the character of summer, warm and rough. There are a few dark clouds gathering in the sky, and sometimes there is no warning of thunder. Before you have time to think about it, raindrops like peas will hit. But the rain is not terrible at this time, because the pores all over your body are so hot that you open your mouth, looking forward to the cool nectar. Holding an umbrella and wearing a hat can certainly keep your body clean. But with a bald head, it felt better to take a rain shower, but my wet hair, forehead, and eyelashes were dripping with water, blocking the sight of my eyes, and my ears were a little itchy. At this time, you will like everything more. If we say that the spring rain puts beautiful clothes on the earth, and after being watered by several summer rains, the earth will show all its temptations with its fullness. Everything is unabashedly open. The flowers are in full bloom, the leaves are filled with juice, countless weeds are vying to grow, and the heat is absorbed by a green sponge. The lotus leaves covered the river, impatiently waiting for the raindrops and the sound of cicadas in the distance, while the frog drums nearby played the symphony of summer rain.

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----Excerpted from "The Four Seasons of Rain" by Liu Zhanqiu

When the fields are dyed with a layer of golden color and various fruits are ringing their bells, the rain seems to Also like a mother who is married and has a child, she looks dignified and thoughtful. At this time, it wasn’t raining heavily and I went out. There is almost always a golden sun over the fields. Maybe people have forgotten the rain. The mature crop fields are waiting to be harvested, the golden seeds need to be dried, and even the red berries hope to be sweetened by the sun at the end. Suddenly, one night, there was a sound on the window glass. It was rain, the autumn rain that made people quiet, nostalgic, and emotional! The sky is dark, but the rain is shining; the fields are quiet, but the rain is talking. Suddenly, you will have a long-lasting emotion. Perhaps, when people have been tired for a spring and summer, and when the harvest is already at the gate, how much they need silence and contemplation! The rain has become lighter and more affectionate. The sound of water under the eaves and water splashing on the window glass will accompany your night dreams. If you have that sense of happiness, the autumn rain during the day will not be boring. You will only feel higher and deeper, let the cold raindrops purify your soul, and you will definitely see from afar that a purer, more beautiful and open land will appear after an autumn rain.

----Excerpted from "The Four Seasons of Rain" by Liu Zhanqiu

Perhaps, when winter comes, people will hate rain! But at this time, the rain has already put on makeup, and it often turns into beautiful snowflakes, floating in the world. But in the South, rain still visits the earth occasionally, but it becomes stingier. It is neither pouring, nor silky, nor dripping. It appears natural and calm. In the gray sky in winter, the rain becomes transparent and even dry, almost not as colorful as spring, summer, and autumn. However, when people are fed up with the stimulation of the cold wind and hate the dry and bitter smell, when the rain falls on their heads, a special kind of warmth seems to come, as if flowers are emerging from the moisture. and the smell of leaves. The coldness is gentle, not as aggressive as the north wind. Looking from a distance, the harvested fields become very bright. The leafless branches and rain-drenched haystacks look like a clean woodcut against the porcelain sky. The rapeseed in the pond nearby, washed away by the winter rain, even forgot the harsh winter. Suddenly at night, the mercury column drops, and the window is knocked early at dawn. When you open your eyes, you see that the roof, branches, and streets are all covered with soft snow quilts, and the light on the ground is brighter than the sky. This rain spirit and rain princess bring extraordinary honey to the cities and fields of southern China. It is the last gift it gives to people in the year.

----Excerpted from "The Four Seasons of Rain" by Liu Zhanqiu

Ah, rain, the rain of my love, you always flow in front of my eyes all year round, you give me You bring vitality to my life, you bring moisture to my feelings, and you bring flow to my thoughts. Only in the rain do I really feel that the world is alive and full of joy and tears. But in the dry cities of the north, how rare our encounters are! I only hope that the growing greenery can invite you back into our lives.

----Excerpted from "The Four Seasons of Rain" by Liu Zhanqiu

Since I was a child, I have loved reading the poems and essays left to us by the heroes of the Chinese nation, such as Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, Shi Kefa, and Xia Wanchun. , Qiu Jin... also love to read their contemporaries or descendants' accounts about them. Whenever possible, I will visit their former homes, cemeteries, and the land where their bloodstains and deep footprints are left. I feel that the scenery associated with them is more cordial. Although every time I have a feeling of sadness, anger and desolation that I can't let go for a long time, I still want to look for it, visit it, and appreciate their great spirit of being rich but not lewd, and powerful and unyielding.

----Excerpted from "The Fragrance of Plum Blossoms" by Bai Hua

Siheyuan is more than just a few houses. It is a collection of ancient Chinese ethics and moral concepts, a solidification of artistic and aesthetic thoughts, and a three-dimensional crystallization of Chinese culture. Instead of building a few walls and covering a roof, it is called a courtyard. The courtyard houses are made of bricks and stones used as pens, ink and paper, which record the traditional Chinese family concepts and lifestyle. Not to mention the whole house, just the entrance has a lot of details.

To enter the courtyard, you must first enter the door. The courtyard is like a big book, and the door is the cover. When people see a book, they first look at the cover.

Find out who wrote it and what it contains? The same goes for a courtyard house. When a stranger comes here, he can stand in front of the door and look up, down, left, and right, and he can get a rough idea of ??the owner. Is he an official or a businessman? If he is an official, what is his rank? Are you a prince or noble? What title does it have? What reward do you receive? Marks and signs can be found on this gate. If you want to go in for a visit, you will not be rude or timid if you know this. This also shows that the Chinese attach great importance to doors. How about saying "well-matched" is the key to getting married, and "how is your family status" when making friends? People also call "strange" "evil"; "hopeless" is called "nothing at all"; if there were a TV series in old age, the title would definitely not be called "Love You Without Negotiation". 80% of the time I have to shout: "I love you for this."

----Excerpted from Deng Youmei's "Siheyuan"

Bai Ding flaunted his cleanliness and did not take ill-gotten wealth, but his family was getting increasingly difficult, so he still preached conscience and advocated moral education, and then he became famous The audience handed over a note: "It is shameful to talk about benevolence and righteousness when you are poor! Sima Qian said so. Sir, are you ashamed?"

----Excerpted from Liushahe's "Awkward Twenty-Four" 》

If you drink more porridge and drink it for a long time, you will naturally have feelings. Porridge is easy to digest. Whenever you are sick, you will want to drink porridge, especially rice porridge. The fragrance of fresh rice seems to mean a kind of recuperation, a kind of leisure, a kind of peace in weakness, a kind of calm expectation and confidence in recovering health. The aroma of fresh rice porridge seems to mean comfort and warmth for the weak stomach. To put it simply, rice porridge itself conveys a kind of sad warmth, a kind of childhood memory, a kind of understanding and sympathy for human beings' youth and weakness, and a kind of peaceful and uncontested kindness. Rice porridge is also a kind of medicine, which can remove plague poisons, replenish vitality, soothe the liver and nourish the spleen, soothe the nerves and relieve convulsions, prevent wind and fire, reduce desires and purify the heart. Big fish, big meat, big shrimps, big cakes, and Daqu Laojiao all make people feel tired and can't bear to eat them. However, rice porridge can withstand the test and will last forever.

----Excerpted from Wang Meng's "I Love to Drink Porridge"

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10 minutes ago Zhang Yajing 6699|Level 2

< p>The sky of youth should have your happiness, but there will be a lot of distress and helplessness. Despite this, your dreams are still brilliant. After wandering and being alone, you will learn to be strong. Even if your heart is sometimes hurt, you will never shed tears.

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Yangtze River We came to Weijiao Gate. On the bridge, looking at the Yangtze River from afar, it looks like a winding dragon lying on the land of the motherland. After a while, we came to the long-awaited Yangtze River. The scenery here is so beautiful! The surging river water kept lapping at the river bank; there were several small boats on the bank, swaying under the impact of the waves. Above the river, a few brave petrels spread their wings and flew against the sea breeze.

As the tide rolls in, the river tide sets off white waves, like large rolling white clouds in the sky. When the river tide first appeared, it was silent, but now you can hear bursts of rumbling. Like the whirring of factory machinery. After a few more minutes, the tide reached the river surface three or four meters away from us. I saw the tide rolling forward, covering it forward, and the waves it stirred up formed a new tide, about one or two meters high. The tide was accompanied by a huge rumbling sound like a train approaching, like a herd of wild horses running wild, crossing the ditch, rushing over the hilltop, and rushing towards them. When the tide head was about 18 meters away from them, the tide sound was like a huge The howls of animals in the primeval forest were accompanied by the raging river tide, and some timid people involuntarily covered their ears. Suddenly, the embankment seemed to be shaking, and the splashing water dropped on people's faces and hands. There was a cold feeling, and people couldn't help but take a few steps back. At this time, the originally calm and mirror-like surface of the river was filled with rolling waves, just like water that burst its embankments and cascaded thousands of miles away.

Songhua River in Winter In the severe winter, the Songhua River is a different scene. On the frozen river, children played spinning tops and sledges on the ice. Tourists ride on ice sails and horse-drawn sledges. In the temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero, there are still people swimming in the water, including old people, young people, teenagers, men and women. Look, how tenacious the people of Ice City are. They cut through the waves and stirred up waves on the water.

The green Minjiang River. Look, the bed of the Minjiang River must be made of green jade. Otherwise, why would the river be so charmingly green? It would really take away people’s soul! A river of green water, through the car window, casts a faint green shadow on the human face, the tablecloth, and the new light-colored clothes.

When the river water occasionally breaks through the rocks and throws up millions of snow-like sprays, the green shadows suddenly gather.

Lijiang River The Lijiang River in winter is also beautiful. Although it is not as vibrant as spring, as lively as summer, and as rich and attractive as autumn, it is so pure and so quiet. Climbing the Diecai Mountain next to the Li River, you can see from a distance that the Li River is like a green belt, surrounding Chuanshan, Elephant Trunk Mountain, and Fubo Mountain from far to near... making Guilin's landscape always so delicate and beautiful.

On the calm river surface, the moon is high in the sky, and silver light is like water, pouring on the river surface. The sparkling ripples reflect the cold silver glow. The river water has lost its former turbulence and turbulence, but it has a peaceful atmosphere. In this realm, there is no emotion about the river going eastward, nor such lamentations about the deceased. Here there is only rest after work and people's contented happiness.

Jinsha River The green satin-clear Jinsha River sets off the colorful, beautiful and quiet small villages. It flows slowly and makes a brisk sound. This sound sounded very pleasant in the wilderness. Then, it merged with another tributary that fed into the Yangtze River, and the two rivers collided. Suddenly, the waves surged, whitecaps surged into the sky, rumble, rumble... like thousands of horses galloping, roaring into the distance, with huge momentum and unstoppable force.

The winding river. From time to time, waterfalls rush from the mountains to the center of the river, splashing water. The river water follows the changes in the mountain topography, making twists and turns. I was dazzled by the view from the bow of the boat, and passed the picturesque Wu Gorge Corridor without even realizing it.

Spring in the Songhua River Spring is here, the ice and snow in the Songhua River have melted, and the ice rows are flowing down the river in an overwhelming force, with the sound of the ice rows squeezing against each other, accompanied by the swishing, swishing, swishing, swishing, swishing sound. The cheerful sound of running water attracts many tourists. When you stand on the Songhua River Bridge and look at the picture scroll like thousands of horses galloping, it seems like you are listening to a majestic symphony.

On the banks of the Qingyi River in my hometown, on the steep rocks, a few wild flowers dotted among the thorn bushes. A river like a jade belt flows slowly from the foot of the mountain. On the surface of the river, there was a faint twilight, and a trace of blood red from the sunset dripped down from the west. Dripping onto the deep river surface. In the gentle river breeze, pieces of straw beside the river swayed gently. This is the Qingyi River in summer, the Qingyi River in my hometown.

The river under the setting sun. The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the water, shining like thousands of pieces of gold. The waves, blown by the breeze, rise and fall softly and meekly, moving forward and forward comfortably... The top of each rising wave is shining with dazzling light. They were twinkling, rippling, teasing and making noise with each other, extremely lively and lively. Looking from a distance, a big carp that looks like a tail with golden scales is swimming with its double fins and wagging its tail. How many carps like this must be chasing and playing in this big river!

River

It is late at night in the small river in my hometown, and with the moonlight outside the window, my thoughts are flying. Fly, fly to the river in my hometown. There are weeping willows on the bank of the small river, the water is clear, and bubbles like pearls pop up from time to time on the river.