This course has increased our courage; Strengthened our will; It has strengthened our faith and made us stronger, braver and more optimistic ... I have such a personal experience.
I like folk music and pipa. When I first learned it, I encountered many setbacks, big and small. These setbacks almost knocked me down, and at one time I was ready to give up the pipa. When I was disheartened, a successful performance on stage made me well received by many people.
I smiled. This success made me understand the beauty of setbacks, and that if there were no setbacks in life, life would be as dull as a glass of boiled water. If there are no setbacks in life, like an endless desert, without any ups and downs, then what is the meaning of life?
Maybe, you are still shaking your head, but these words can't convince you, so please look at Beethoven. Beethoven was deaf in both ears. You know, a musician loses his hearing just like a driver loses his eyes. However, he endured the pain, inspired himself with the phrase "I will hold the fate by the throat and never let it make me yield", and continued to struggle in the music field, and he created the immortal symphony No.9.. This not only makes his life have a wonderful melody, but also brings a wonderful feeling of life and beauty to people who like music all over the world.
Sima Qian wrote Historical Records in prison; Wu Cheng'en suffered many setbacks in the imperial examination, but he did not give up and wrote The Journey to the West. Pu Songling, who was frustrated all his life and lived in poverty, created China's famous collection of short stories in classical Chinese, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. Under the persecution of the dark forces, Lu Xun can still write the well-known "Wandering" and "Scream" ... and ostrovsky, who is completely paralyzed, and his "How Steel was Tempered"; Paalmann, the violin prince who was disabled for life because of polio ...
Do you still shake your head when these vivid examples are presented to you? Do you still think that setbacks are just obstacles to your progress?
In fact, life is like the sea, and setbacks are like waves in the sea, which endows the sea with magnificence and mystery. Life is like the blue sky, and setbacks are like white clouds in the blue sky, dotted with stars, but full of the sky; Life is like a blank sheet of paper, and setbacks are like brushes, which paint a beautiful picture for this blank sheet of life; Life is a movement, and setbacks are the beating notes and the beautiful music played in this movement ... < P > If you choose the blue sky, don't long for sunny weather; If you choose land, don't long for a flat continent; If you choose the ocean, don't be eager for smooth sailing. Let's face setbacks bravely, and life is more exciting because of setbacks!
Bing Xin in talk about life
I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.
Life is like a river flowing eastward. It originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are its predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran downward. He zigzagged through the cliffs, washed down the layers of sand and accumulated soil, and rolled away with rolling sand and stones, happily and courageously. He enjoyed everything he encountered along the way:
Sometimes he met the obstacles of the rock, and he rushed up angrily, roared and whirled, and the ups and downs of the waves before and after forced him. Sometimes, after passing through the thin flat sand and the grass in the setting sun, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, quietly flowing and singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently.
Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it excites his mind and soul, and this thunder makes him horrified. The high wind blows him up, and the heavy rain hits him, and he is temporarily turbid and disturbed. After the rain clears, it only gives him a lot of new strength.
Sometimes when he meets the sunset glow and the new moon, he shines and projects at him, and the coldness brings some faint warmth: at this moment, he just wants to rest and sleep, but the forward force still urges him to move forward ...
Finally, one day, he sees the sea from a distance, oh! He has reached the end of his trip. The sea has made him hold his breath and bow his head. How vast and great she is! How bright and how dark! The sea solemnly stretched out its arm to receive him, and he silently flowed into her arms. He has melted away, naturalized, not happy, nor sad!
Maybe one day, he will rise from the raindrops on the sea, fly to the west, form another river, then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then look for peach blossoms on the shore. However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I dare not believe the afterlife!
Life is like a small tree. It gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the snow and ice, and bravely and happily breaks its shell in the wet soil in early spring. He may grow on the plains, rocks and city walls, as long as he looks up and sees the sky, oh! I saw it. Oh, my God! He stretched out his tender leaves to absorb the air, bear the sunshine, sing in the rain and dance in the wind.
He may be covered by the shade of a big tree, or he may be under the pressure of a big tree, but the strength of his youthful growth finally made him break free through the branches and leaves and stand up in the hot sun! When he meets the extravagant spring, he may have flowers all over the trees, bees and butterflies are flying around him, birds are enjoying singing on his branches, he will hear Oriole singing, cuckoos crying blood, and maybe even the strange songs of owls.
when he reached the most prosperous middle age, he stretched out his thick shade like a cover to shade the flowers and grasses under the tree, and he produced numerous fruits to show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind started, blowing his leaves from thick green to crimson. Under the autumn sun, he will have another solemn splendor, not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success!
Finally, one day, the north wind in winter rolled off his yellow leaves and shook them. He danced feebly in the air and groaned under his roots. The earth solemnly stretched out its arm to receive him, and he fell into her arms silently. He's melted and naturalized. He's not happy or sad!
maybe one day, he broke out from the underground nuts again. I grew into a small tree, and then I went through the thick forest to listen to Oriole's singing. However, I dare not say or believe in the afterlife.
The universe is a big life, and we are a breath in the cosmic atmosphere. When the river flows into the sea, the leaves fall to their roots. We are one of the leaves in the big life and one of the drops in the big life. In the great life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, and the activities of one drop and one leaf synthesize the evolution and operation of the whole universe. Remember: not every river can enter the sea, and what does not flow becomes a dead lake; Not every seed can become a tree, and those that don't grow will become empty shells! Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain are complementary. It means that waterways have to pass through different banks and trees have to pass through the ever-changing four seasons. We should thank life in happiness, and we should also thank life in pain. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. I once read an aphorism, which said, "May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening".