Inspirational Life Philosophy Prose Part I: Water Life
This sunny day spans a long time, and the street trees on both sides of the expressway wake up every morning because of the broken blood of water. The trees are all dusty and dry, and they always look ashamed of passers-by. I can't help but sigh: life can't be separated from water!
Yes, water is the source of life. In the mid-20th century, scientists proved through experiments that the "primitive soup" existing in the ocean evolved chemically and eventually evolved into primitive life. The deconstruction of human matter by modern science also shows that the water content of human body accounts for about two-thirds of human mass.
Human civilization originated from water. Living by choosing water, drinking water, irrigating farmland with water and making use of it, the initial embryonic form of the Yellow River civilization and the Yangtze River civilization in China was the result of the wise choice of ancestors who took water as the source of life. As a life primate, human beings can be said to be the biggest beneficiaries of water.
Water is the beautician of life. Close your eyes and think about the continuous spring rain in our ancient city &; Mdash& ampmdash; The drizzle is like an a &, like silkworms spinning silk around trees, pearls falling on a "jade plate", the crown of trees is smiling, the spring flowers are brilliant and fragrant, and the grass is blooming everywhere & a girl, a dripping umbrella and a beautiful woman face to face, just like a fairy world.
Water is also the standard of self-cultivation advocated by China people. "Good as water", in Lao Tzu's mind, water is indisputable, "so the world can't compete with it"; Underwater, "Jiang Hai can be the king of hundreds of valleys"; The weakness of water, "and the strong can't win." Think about it, water drips softly and for a long time, but it can make a hole in the hard stone. How much meaning and wisdom does the word "dripping wears away the stone" contain? Therefore, actively adapting to the complicated social environment like water, and making every effort to embed themselves into various survival modes, in order to achieve a peaceful, harmonious and ever-changing state of affairs, has become the human nature paradigm and personality pursuit of China people for thousands of years.
Enterprises, like people, also have standards for managing enterprises. The national industrial policy is established, and the external conditions are similar. What is our corporate mission, where the industry is positioned, how big the development space is, and which way to operate it depends on the wisdom and strength of entrepreneurs and their employees. However, all roads lead to the same goal. Only by following the principle of "being good as water", being a spring in the mountains, a stream in the river and rain between heaven and earth, and embedding its appearance into the huge and complex structure of the economy and society with its affinity for changing carriers, can enterprises be full of vitality by striving for initiative in adaptation, pursuing adaptation in initiative, striving to conform to the laws of the economy itself and gaining universal recognition from society.
Living on the banks of the Yangtze River, I love Song Song. Its melody is loud and smooth, such as "Water from the Yangtze River Falling from the Sky", which is very lovely, but I love its lyrics more. You came from the snow-capped mountains and ran to the East China Sea. You come from ancient times and rush to the future, clearly jumping the natural rhythm of the Yangtze River water growth and the historical pulse that exists with the earth. Life lies in exercise, and so does water. In the change of solid state, liquid state and gas state, let her be everywhere forever, let her be happy, nourish everything, and let the world have a colorful life like water.
Inspirational life philosophy prose Part II: Hiding your heart under the door
In Vienna in the 20th century, it was chilly in spring, and a young man was walking in the street.
He looks disappointed and full of sadness. In order to pursue art and be a painter's long-cherished wish, I went to this city of art & ampmdash& ampmdash; Vienna. The application of art college was rejected, and the application of architecture college was not accepted because he didn't graduate from high school. An ideal door closed coldly in front of him. Relying on his father's legacy and orphans' benefits, he lived alone in Vienna, working and studying, and made a living by not drawing landscape postcards. Although the foot can't enter the high door, the heart is firmly locked under the door. During his ten-year wandering career in Austria, he always wrote "painter" in the occupation column and never put down his brush.
A soul wandering under the door in pain is like a fallen leaf circling on the concrete floor, which can neither find branches nor return to its roots.
This frustrated young man is Adolf &; middot
It was only after he established the Third Reich and launched Nazi acts that shocked the world that the professors of Vienna Art Institute lamented the decision at that time. Mdash & mdash & mdash & mdash Maybe if he was admitted, there would be no later Nazi lunatics.
Close a door and light a ray of hope. After that, it is crazy and cruel to close the door of hope to more people &; Mdash & mdash-Germans' rejection of modern art, denial and harm to the Jewish nation. During that period, the world's appeal for development, peace and humanity was also ruthlessly closed. Can this be understood as revenge for human nature distortion?
The heart is blocked under the door, just like a talent is blocked in the door, one is stuffy and the other is closed. The worst result of this closed, curled and isolated state is that the pressure in the closed system is too high, leading to bursting. Just like the paranoia and madness that followed, it is the outbreak of depression and the counterattack of cumulative failure.
The pain of history is enough for us to learn to grasp life wisely. The wisest and gentlest way is to survive under the door. The existence of the door itself represents the inevitable rejection and isolation, and the sadness and joy behind the door are even more unclear. The key is how to face its mentality. Thinking about it day and night with your heart tied to the door is like adding fuel to the fire. This will only ruin your mood. Learning to live under the door is "broad", an idealism in a closed and open dilemma. This free state of being able to advance, retreat, bend and stretch is far from those who are eager for quick success and instant benefit, nor is it impossible to close the door. Hide your heart under the door. Whether the door is open or not, the door in your heart has been opened, and a vast world has crossed the small boundary of the door and appeared in front of you.
That man has been dreaming the same dream for twenty years, and he still can't get over it. There was something hidden behind the door, but he didn't have the courage to look. When he was no longer afraid, he was relieved.
There is a sentence that is quite memorable to read: seven years without pain, three years of love is not needed. Indeed, when you are sleepy, you sleep and wake up at night; If you don't have the trouble of climbing the Lotus Terrace with Do, you won't be guilty of falling into 80,000 hell. If you live a full life, the day you die is just the day you retire.
Inspirational Life Philosophy Prose Part III: Blank
My mind is empty, and there is nothing.
Perhaps, emptiness is right, waiting to be accommodated and filled. It's just that the process of filling is too long, and the fragments are connected into a scene after consideration, and the scene turns into a wisp of thoughts, like a drop of water entering the vast ocean, and there is no trace anymore.
Sometimes before going to bed, I long to meet a dream. It's just that the idea of changing my life in my dream is a little funny, so I just curled my lips and laughed at myself. I always feel that I want to write something, but I can only leave a little seed of the story, but these seeds have not been buried in the ground, waiting for germination.
My feet are cold, and the solstice of winter has not come yet. I'm just looking forward to the "Bao jiaozi" activity that may be held after work. I must want to eat meat again. Although I have gained a lot of weight recently, there is no meat for every meal. Although I always comfort myself that I am not afraid of the cold by eating more in winter, I often hesitate to look directly at my growing weight before weighing scale. In fact, I still care about what I once looked down upon. Roommates often call me black. Although I didn't think so for a long time, I realized it in a photo shoot. It turns out that black is not good. When I was a child, I often saw "self-beauty with poetry" and "beauty with connotation". I have always admired talented women who have read enough poems. My father coaxed me to read many famous Chinese and foreign articles, recited many classic poems and drank a little ink in my stomach. Although I am not good at chess and calligraphy, I can fool people carelessly. I watched China's top ten tragedies and comedies some time ago. During this period, I read The History of Chinese Drama. After thinking and comparing, I found that most good-looking women have a good life. Most of those talented women are good-looking, so far no talented women have been found who call themselves ugly. At this point, I am almost amused by my own logic. To be exact, my writing is illogical, but I have laughed now.
Does Yan value determine height? Look, what a powerful question I asked. Face value is a big part of determining height. Well, this is an important conclusion of mine.
Now I admire my ability to talk nonsense more and more. Probably because I often write papers and reports instead of essays, I finally don't know what I am writing. A sense of powerlessness welled up in my mind. By the way, I have to write the paper "China Film History" sometime. Which director should I write, Xie Fei? Chen Kaige? Zhang Yimou? Or Gu Changwei? What about Ang Lee? Maybe Xie Fei. We'll see. My hands and feet are cold. I looked back at my lower berth, hum, turned off the computer and rushed into her bed to warm my feet.
It's like a fragmentary complaint, only to find that it's some trivial things in life. I thought the blank was not blank, but the idea of looking back made me feel a sense of happiness rising in my chair. If you really read this nagging article carefully, I really want to bow and thank you, which shows that we are true love.
However, it is quite interesting to fill in the gaps in life with such fragmentary records occasionally.
Inspirational Life Philosophy Prose No.4: Beautiful She
She danced against the light in the dust.
In the dilapidated windows, the air is full of the smell of dead branches and leaves, and the rotten smell becomes particularly uneasy in the sunshine and dust. As if to be squeezed out of this space, everyone is struggling, hovering at the tip of her nose and refusing to disperse for a long time. The line of sight has no focus, the eyes are distracted, and the playing posture has not been thought through the brain. Like a blank sheet of paper, her involuntary movements make her enjoy it.
The red dancing shoes are in the corner, which is her loyal audience.
She danced barefoot in the sun, and the floor made a rhythmic sound, like her heartbeat. Her posture paused for a second. She looked at the sunny window, stood on tiptoe, approached and approached again.
The sun stung her eyelashes and caught her off guard. The shadows began to get confused and the dust was grinning everywhere. Desire disappeared in the pale sunshine, just like a person's exploring eyes, running through her mind naked, and she was ashamed.
Lie flat on the floor and let the dust cover her makeup.
She said: it is a gesture of life, without desire and struggle.
Dust read her heart, and it retorted. This is a sign of self-deception. It covered her eyes and the world became cloudy. Through thinking, she saw the whole process from despair to death.
The soul came out of the body, whipped her and questioned her.
Why cowardice and ignorance, why give up on yourself. Life is a luxurious performance, why it will be defeated by your great self-esteem.
Pick your eyes lightly, and things become hazy. That touch of color, with a little drunk and frivolous, makes you feel helpless. The soul saved her from the pain.
I can't see anything clearly. A world that is too clear will only bring destruction to you.
The world was silent.
In the lifeless breath, it is a fear of death. With the grand decline of thought, I stripped my mind a little bit, leaving a sigh of physical loneliness. She's scared. Originally she was so afraid of from ruin, she was afraid of suffocation.
The air became so beautiful that she sucked greedily. She stood up, waved her sleeves and danced like a delicate rose. With the joy of being rescued, fresh and sad.
It's getting dark and the stars in the night sky are sentimental, which is the only shining color in her life.
In the sweet air, without the noise of sunshine and dust, the world will have a sense of security. So she danced hard, without ridicule or contempt. She tried her best to be proud and regain her dignity.
The sun is the rebirth of sin, which brings naked harm through the skin, like secular eyes, stabbing her tiny self-esteem and terrible power. Therefore, she hates the sun as much as the world.
In a trance, I saw the beauty of the sunset in the dark. Like a drop of blood rose, it is the color of life, magnificent and brilliant. She was flying in the sunset in a red skirt, and white fireflies held up her clothes. This is a vivid scene, bright and full of fantasy. A cool breeze brushed her eyebrows, and she smiled, her voice licentious and cold.
Everything is silent in the darkness.
She is a quiet woman and can't live up to her life.
After midnight, thinking about emptiness, even fantasy becomes redundant. Holding her legs, she quietly hid in the dark barrier. A little light pierced the silent sky, like a torn wound on the body. She stood up with a rare innocent smile on her face. I can't help playing with my hands, and my posture becomes easy-going and close. Close to the world she yearns for.
And that feeling lasted only a minute, then suddenly broke out and then went out.
She ran away in despair, her hands hanging down alone, her life suddenly lost her fulcrum, and her inner beliefs collapsed as cold as hell.
The gloomy wind with a ghostly smile, she can imagine the neat row of white teeth. Loneliness overwhelmed her.
Then, exhausted by the screams, she tore her clothes and danced without any rules and thoughts. Tears at night dyed her naked skin red and vaguely felt a pair of eager eyes. The small flame spread with a sigh and quickly burned her whole body.
She was tired and collapsed in the arms of strangers. Her tired face is not terrible, but calm.
Finally, she heard a voice saying: put down the burden and run for a new life.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on her naked body. When she turned her head, she saw Zhang Xiuqing's sleepy face, and some gentle emotions spread in her heart.
She looked at him with a silly smile. She suddenly wanted to dance, and that desire came quickly and directly.
Light toes and elegant sleeves. He became her audience, wearing red dancing shoes. She saw herself through his pupils, smiling and gesturing, which was charming.
Calm and safe, she likes beauty.
He became the goal that she struggled to fade away, unwilling to be a lonely scenery, and did not escape from inferiority because of his smile and eager eyes. It was the horn of life blowing in her dungeon, the quiet door was opened, and every nerve was struggling to dance, so she lived, and the dance turned into countless colors, without monotonous fatigue and dull colors.
She stood bravely in the sun and stretched out her hands. He took her to start a new life and an exciting journey.
The feelings of time wantonly render those irrelevant colors.
Philosophical Prose on Inspirational Life Part V: Why do people always look up?
People living in this world may need to think about two problems most, that is, how to live and how to live. When life reaches the crisis of middle age, people always feel unwilling to be imprisoned in a chaotic life, but this dissatisfaction with life is the true face of life. We unconsciously envy each other and look forward to life, but we forget those ordinary and simple things. Daily necessities are the true colors of life.
Saint Zhuangzi is daydreaming. He is bewitched by butterflies and dreams like a dream. What kind of life is the real life? A down-and-out man who suffered a midlife crisis fell into a dream that he couldn't wake up after drinking. In the dream, he went back to the past and lived a new life. The director compared the life before and after Charlotte's Dream in flashback, and at the same time, it also made people think whether it was ordinary and simple daily necessities, whether it was a real life of laughing and cursing, or a noisy and drunk life. Everyone says that movies are miniature versions of life, and they will always encounter similar misfortunes and different happiness. Perhaps, in real life, we are all looking up to those lofty lifestyles, but they never belong to us, but they are comfortably satisfied and tired of our little happiness.
Looking up for too long, will you forget the road under your feet? Maybe life should be a circular chase, but in the chase, I found my own life. Everyone knows that time is gone forever, but the film uses such absurd methods to let the protagonist cross and let him re-examine his life. This film is full of criticism. No matter before or in dreams, Charlotte seems to have always been that Charlotte. In his dream, he is still vain and selfish. He became famous by plagiarism, but he never had any negative news, and his three views on life dreams were also distorted. He always seems to be racing against life, declaring war on his former life. He has a sense of crisis in middle age, but when he runs counter to his original life, there is a kind of irony. The director told us with the contrast between ideal and reality that the prosperity that does not belong to us will eventually pass.
When ideals collide with reality, we are all unwilling and always look up at what we don't have. In the years of youth, we are all full of passion. But besides passion, patience is also needed in life. Perhaps for Charlotte, Ma Dongmei and Qiu Ya are the red roses and white roses in his life, looking up from the other side of the river. I remember North Island wrote such a sentence. At that time, we had a dream about literature, love and a trip around the world. Now we are drinking late at night, and the cups and lamps collide, which is the sound of broken dreams. I began to wonder what kind of life Charlotte really wanted. Before the dream, he was a down and out man. In the dream, he was an accomplished star, but he lost his true love. No matter what kind of life, it is not perfect. And I can only hope that he will change after the dream.
It's a dream, you have to wake up after all, and no one can "borrow things to travel". In those trivial things, it is a kind of happiness to find the true face of life, but when we look up, we always ignore these things that should belong to us. We are all amber of this era, the epitome of Vientiane, unable to advance or retreat, leaving memories in dreams and enjoying life in reality. People look up only because they are unwilling, but we should not refuse the true colors of life.