In the light, I sat quietly at my desk, dragging my chin in one hand and holding a pen in the other. On the desk is Insect, which has been read countless times. It is a miracle that a person spends his whole life observing and studying insects. It is a miracle that a person has written ten books for insects in his life. The creator of these miracles is the famous French entomologist Fabers. His Insects made me toss and turn, and I couldn't sleep. Entomology is an outstanding French entomologist and writer Fabres's masterpiece. It is also an immortal work, not only a literary masterpiece, but also a scientific encyclopedia.
The Insect Story introduces many insects in detail, including their instincts, habits, labor, marriage, reproduction and death.
Entomology is a very attractive work, because this scientific encyclopedia is also literary. Every word in the article reflects the author's feelings and the unique personality of insects. Liu Yang longan is like a miser, wearing a short tuxedo that seems to be "short of cloth"; Little beetle "selfless dedication for future generations, heartbreaking for children"; The little sparrow bitten by a spider will also "eat happily, and even cry like a baby if we feed it slowly." What a lovely elf! No wonder Lu Xun regarded Insect Tales as a model of "talking about insect life". Fables is interested in insects, so his insect stories make me feel like an insect watching and reading. Every insect has the same feelings as human beings. For example, "the locusts who have panicked have completely forgotten the trick of' thirty-six plans to go is the best policy'."
Entomology is the time and energy of Fabres's life. He carefully observed the life of insects and the struggle for survival and reproduction of races, and recorded the observation results in detail and accurately, and finally wrote a book. Insects has ten volumes, each volume contains several chapters, and each chapter describes the life of one or more insects in detail and profoundly: spiders, bees, mantis, scorpions, cicadas, beetles, crickets and so on.
Because of his multilingual publication, he is known as the "insect poet" and has translated and published a large number of his own works. Entomology was translated into entomology in China, and the author was praised as "the founder of animal psychology" by French and international academic circles at that time. In his later years, Fabres published the last volumes of Insects, which won him many readers not only in France, but also in European countries. In the world, the name of the author entomology has also been familiar to readers. Literature respectfully called him "Virgil of the insect world", but unfortunately, the great poet who praised insects had died in his eyes before the Nobel Committee made up its mind to award him this grand prize.
In the light and words, I returned to my hometown. The master's figure overlaps with mine. ...
Help you find some materials, mainly by the one on your shoulder!
Answer: I am alone-Magician Level 4 March 8, 200915: 36
Reflections on The Book of Insects
After reading Insects, I was fascinated by this book. It turns out that there are so many mysteries in the insect world. I know: how cicadas shed their shells in the morning; Dung beetles belongs to me how to roll a dung ball; How ants eat aphid secretions. It is also clear that "the son of a moth" is wrong. Bees catch caterpillars not as their own sons, but to arrange food for future generations.
The first time I read Insects, it somehow attracted me. This is a popular science book describing the birth, labor, hunting and death of insects. The text is plain, fresh and natural. Humorous narration makes people laugh ... humanized bugs appear, what a strange and interesting story! Fabres's Insect Story makes me feel like a dream. Those specific and detailed words make me feel the presence of magnifying glasses, humidity, stars and insect smells from time to time, as if I were there. The figures of those insects that I neglected for too long, and their arrogant chirping, suddenly gathered together, and I held my breath. Then, with them, I penetrated the darkness inside. It was Fabres who showed me that insects are strikingly similar to us on many issues, such as life and death, labor and plunder. Entomology is not a world created by writers, it is different from novels, they are the most basic facts! It is the loneliness and hardship of Fabres's life every day and every night. It is lonely, quiet and almost isolated from the world. I looked up. At this moment, I really want to look up and treat the mystery of insects like a starry sky. It made me enter a vivid insect world for the first time.
So, I continued to read Insects.
Then look down, Insect Story is an interesting story: "Mantis is a very fierce animal, but in its early life, it will also be sacrificed by the smallest ant." Spiders weave webs. "Even with tools like compasses and rulers, no designer can draw a more standard web page." Rich stories made me think. Watching, these bugs gradually became clear. I thought: If we protect the environment and don't pollute it, will these bugs still exist? Now the environment is deteriorating, will it happen again in the future? I carefully thought about the relationship between them, and this reading, Insect Story opened a brand-new door for me.
When I continued reading Insects, I saw Fabres observing the caterpillar's progress in detail. I saw him catching wasps regardless of the danger. I saw him boldly assuming, carefully experimenting, and repeatedly scrutinizing the experimental process and data, and gradually inferring the action time and effect of the high-nose bee venom needle, the predation process of fireflies, the methods of catching flies and bees to deal with their prey, and the long-distance contact of peacock moths ... An experiment failed, and he collected data and analyzed the reasons. Rigorous experimental methods, bold questioning spirit and diligent style. This time, I felt the "scientific spirit" and its profound connotation.
Fabres, an entomologist, cared for insects with human nature, and painstakingly wrote his masterpiece Insects, leaving a treasure house of essays full of knowledge, interest, beauty and thought. His writing is lively, his tone is relaxed and humorous, and he is full of interest. In the author's pen, the willow beetle looks like a miser, wearing a short dovetail dress that seems to be "short of cloth"; Little beetle "selfless dedication for future generations, heartbreaking for children"; The little sparrow bitten by a poisonous spider will also "eat happily, and even cry like a baby if we feed it slowly". What a lovely elf! No wonder Lu Xun regarded insects as a model of "talking about insect life".
I admire Fabres's spirit of exploring nature, which makes me feel that insects are closely related to the environment, and also makes me feel the author's originality and subtle observation. Entomology has broadened my horizons, made me look at the problem from a different angle, and made me understand the problem more deeply than before. I think The Insect Story is a good book worth reading all my life. I think anyone who reads Insect Tales carefully will know more.
Respondent: Thank you-probationary period level 1 2009-3-8 18: 19.
Go and eat the book so that you can write.
Interviewee: Evolution 90- Manager Level 4 2009-3-10/kloc-0: 9: 43
The arrival of Alisha's mother caused a fight between her eldest brother Mikhail and her younger brother Yakov. They were afraid that their mother would come to beg for a dowry, so they split it up and the family became a ball. Alesha first realized that the atmosphere of mutual hatred pervaded her grandfather's family. Big JIU played a trick on Gregory, an old tailor, and asked his nephew to put a hot thimble on Gregory's hand. Unexpectedly, it was accidentally put on by his grandfather, who slapped his grandson. Aletha was severely beaten by his grandfather for putting the tablecloth in the dye vat. During the beating, everyone gloated. Even his mother was afraid to stop him because she was afraid of his grandfather. Only his grandmother protected Alisha. After playing in Alesha, my grandfather came to see him and told him about his time as a tracker on the Volga River when he was young. Alisha thinks my grandfather has grown up like a cloud, from a thin little old man to a Hercules in a fairy tale. After being beaten, Aletha met a young man, Zigang, who became Aletha's best friend. Every time Alisha is beaten, he always reaches out to help him. Every Saturday, he takes Alisha to play all kinds of games. He is good at dancing and dreams of having a good voice. Aletha loved him very much, but he was forced by two uncles to carry a load-bearing oak cross to the cemetery. After stumbling halfway, he was crushed by a cross and bled to death.
After Tzgang's death, Aletha became more attached to her grandmother. Before going to bed, I played a joke with my grandmother, who told him the story of God and imp. Grandma is Alisha's favorite person.
"Before my grandmother arrived, I seemed to fall asleep, as if hiding in the dark. Her appearance awakened me and made me see the light. She connects everything around me and weaves colorful lace patterns. She soon became my lifelong friend and my closest person. She knows me best and is my most precious person, because she is full of selfless love for the world. This kind of love has enriched me and filled me with great power in difficult years. " Grandma knows countless stories, poems, legends and fairy tales, and Aletha is fascinated by them. One night, there was a sudden fire at home, and the whole family panicked. Grandma is very brave. She covered her head with an empty bag and was covered with a horse quilt. She rushed into the fire without fear, took out a bottle filled with sulfate as big as a bucket and calmly directed others to put out the fire. After the fire, I endured great pain to deliver the baby.
In early spring, my uncles separated, my grandfather bought himself a new house, and alessa lived with his grandparents. It was a gentle day, and only my grandparents were in contact with Alisha. Grandma told him about her life. Grandma is an orphan and her mother is poor and disabled. In order to make a living, she followed her mother around begging, and later made a living by weaving lace. Grandpa also talked about getting along with French soldiers when I was a child. Grandpa began to teach Alisha to read during this time. Grandpa relapsed and beat grandma, which made alessa feel unbearable.
The quiet days were soon broken. In order to divide grandpa's property, two uncles joined forces to make trouble at his grandparents' house, especially the big uncle Mikhail, who made trouble when he was drunk, wandered around the house all night, pulled out all the marlin bushes and sour chestnut trees with his help, damaged the bathroom and broke the glass. Once he hit the door with a thick wooden root, and grandpa called two tenants and the wife of the hotel owner to deal with him. In order to help her son, my grandmother's arm was broken by my uncle. Aletha hates my uncle very much.
Then another monotonous day. Grandma prays every day, and grandpa prays every day. Alessa thinks that grandma's god is kind and merciful, but grandpa's god keeps people away, which is daunting. Alisha likes grandma's god, hates grandpa's god, and deliberately catches grandpa's mistakes in prayer and plays tricks on him. In the meantime, Aletha often fights with children in the street, because the practical jokes of these children make him unbearable. At this time, grigori, an old craftsman who worked for my grandfather all his life, became a beggar because he was blind and was fired by my uncle. Alisha was embarrassed by this.
Grandpa suddenly sold his original house and bought a house elsewhere. Alisha has met many people here. There are tenants nicknamed "Good Things", Uncle Peter who robbed the church disguised as a coachman, and three children of Ovsin Nico's family. Alisha has established friendship with them all, but the relationship with "good things" is the closest. "Good thing" is a pharmacist who is busy doing experiments all day. He has a thorough understanding of life and often instructs Aletha to observe the details of life and teach him the truth of life. "In my opinion, this yard is bland, and there is nothing worth noting. But as long as he pushed it gently, or gave me a few words of advice, everything I saw was different, as if all these things had a unique meaning and left a particularly deep impression on me. " But the "good thing" was finally driven away by my grandfather because it was not understood by people around me. Aletha was very angry, but there was nothing he could do.
Bored, mom is back. After staying in several cities for a long time, she gave birth to another child. She returned to her grandfather's house and had no choice. She began to teach Aletha to read and made him recite many poems. Grandpa forced his mother to remarry, and her mother resisted desperately. Grandpa was so angry that he passed his anger on to grandma, gave her a good beating, and stuck her hairpin deeply in her scalp. Aletha avenged his grandmother by cutting her grandfather's favorite saint into pieces.
Aletha was sent to school by his mother, but was soon forced to drop out of school because of chicken pox. Worried about her mother's marriage, grandma began to drink heavily and told Alisha about her father's and mother's past. Soon, my mother took a fancy to a surveying and mapping student and insisted on marrying him. Alisha doesn't like her stepfather and new grandmother, and she doesn't want her mother to remarry, but there's nothing she can do. After her mother remarried, Aletha continued to live with her grandparents. He began to grow up and have his own confidence. Aletha went back to school, but the teacher didn't like him, and only the bishop appreciated him. He was beaten by his mother because he bought a fairy tale book with a ruble. The stepfather was very unkind to his mother and kicked her. Alisha and her stepfather worked hard and were sent back to grandpa's house.
Grandpa went bankrupt, and Alisha and grandma lived alone. After passing the third grade exam, he stopped going to school and began to support himself. He made many friends. They helped each other, collecting junk and pulling wood together. In August, my mother died, and my grandfather said that Aletha was not a medal and could not be hung around her neck all the time. So Alisha went to the world and went out to make a living.
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1. If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart.
2. Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress.
Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused.
4. The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and thoughts are surging.
The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... People often become stronger after being tested by big winds and waves.
6. When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters, fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer? ............... (He Tingting)
7. If you want to harvest fruits in the autumn, then in the early spring when the chill invades people, you should roll up your trouser legs and tirelessly open up wasteland, sow seeds and cultivate until the day of harvest.
8. Life is a winding path in the mountains, with bumps on the side and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence.
9. Love is the sunshine in winter. People who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world. Love is a clear spring in the desert, and people who are on the verge of despair have seen the hope of life; Love is a shower sprinkled on the long-term arid land, which makes the lonely and helpless people get spiritual comfort immediately.
10, days always pass through your fingertips like spun yarn, and slip away inadvertently. Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory.
1 1, the melancholy mood vanished. 12, faded memory. 13, another peaceful home is smoking.
14, some memories are burned, some memories are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like flowing water across the golden age.
15, I want to melt in the pink peach petals and erase the worries in your heart all day. 16, I completely read my parents' hearts.
17, maternal love is a masterpiece that I can't finish reading all my life; Motherly love is the sky that I can never fly out. ..... Zhang Weiwei
18, when the yellow autumn leaves are swaying in the wind and floating out of the school gate in late autumn. In the moonlight, my father's shadow is very long, and my skinny father is wrapped in a huge windbreaker, and my heart is sour.
19, the true feelings in the world are like a big net, which warms people's hearts all the time, just like maternal love, which is endless.
20. Time is a poem, a philosophical poem of the richest man. Time is a camel carrying the dreams of countless people.
2 1, the fate of the ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping, grasping and believing that life can make you young and innocent.
22. Past events are like songs. In the journey of life, despite ups and downs and full of regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember that sentence: I won't cry if I miss the sun, otherwise I will miss the moon and stars.
If you fail in life, please don't write sad tears on your face. Failure is also a gain. The most important thing in life is to have full courage and the courage to start a business.
24, once thought that a helpless cry, the memo is all the vicissitudes of the world; A small setback and a memo are all failures in life. When I was fourteen, I told me ...
25. The moonlight is quiet. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and stared at my old mother under the lamp. ...
26. At night, the spring breeze blows gently. I sat on the colorful steps with my chin cupped, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind.
Guan Xiu wrote five new poems of Shang Feng Shi, and boiled peach blossom water with tea. Counting the sails, it's never too late to start.
Nie Zage: I get up in the middle of the night, and I don't want to get up in the middle of the night. Peach blossoms stand in the moonlight with dewdrops.
* * * miscellaneous songs Hu Weiliu color, Peach Blossom Garden Fang. The wind blows into the curtains, just for the fragrance of clothes.
Wang Wei's slogan "Bordet banned" also shows that Pei Di escaped from the Internet, brushed his clothes and died. Carefree fruit stick, return to the Peach Blossom Spring.
Pear blossoms in Qian Qi are as quiet as a cage moon, fragrant and cold don't drive away the wind. Peach blossoms shine on the ground and are finally laughed at by demons.
Twenty-two miscellaneous poems of Lantianxi in Qianqi: Peach Blossom at the Bottom of a Stone Well. That knows that under the secluded stone, he does not communicate with Wuling.
Gu Kuang listens to partridges, and there is no spring wine, and there is no spring bird. Stay in Taohua Village for one night and bring a song to welcome the morning.
Liu Yuxi's topic is Luoyang Road in front of Shouan Gan Tang Pavilion and Taohua Road in the door. There are more than ten steps between dust and haze.
Twelve poems of Peach Blossoms in Chunwu, Taowu, Shengshan, Weikai, Zhang Jihe, most of which will travel with tourists who go on a wild trip. This is not the end of the day. Visit the head of the jar.
Twenty-three batches of Li Hema's poems are beginning to be heard, but the peach blossoms are not on the upper body. He must stir the array and use it to show the general.
Yuan Zhen's peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even and deep makeup. The spring breeze broke my heart and blew off my white clothes.
Zhang Hu, Hu Weiwei, a bright future, peach blossom fragrance. The wind blows into the curtains, just for the fragrance of clothes.
Li Qunyu Longan Temple, eight poems by Beauty and A Zhi, plain wrist and golden rope, light red and green. It's better to go in the water and watch peach blossoms all day.
Nie Zhongyi's heart burns at night, but he doesn't feel that he gets up at midnight. Peach blossoms stand in the moonlight with dewdrops.
Hanhe wild fishing drizzle peach blossom water, light gulls fly against the waves. The limelight was blocked, sitting on the hemp fiber.
Xu Xuan's topic is Leigong Well, covering river basins and small Hakka people. The laity knows this place because there are peach blossoms there.
* * * The peach blossoms on the white woman's konoha are blooming, and the fragrant buds are covered with raspberries. Although the beautiful scenery is worth visiting, Xiao Lang has a bright future.
Bird chanted that the main horse in Jingle County was wearing a peach blossom brocade and a green grass skirt. I know the bottom of my hat. It looks like a big brother.
Li Jianxun said that peach blossoms must last for a long time, and you will come again if you don't learn from Liu Lang. (See recent situation in Southern Tang Dynasty)
Gu Kuang's words are like peach blossom water, and there is a willow spring outside the window. (For the title of Liu, see Ying Tianfu Zhi)
Bird mocked again, casually wrapped his head and stole his temple. No peach skin, full of almond eyes.
Wang Wei's seven pastoral songs (one is Wang Chuanliu Yan, and the sixth is Huang Fuzeng's poem), the wind rushes across the river and the scepter goes down to the west. Fisherman by apricot tree altar, family in peach blossom garden.
Yuan Zhen Sakura Sakura, one branch and two branches, ten million flowers. The flower brick once stood as a flower picker, and the broken skirt was as red as fire.
Gu Kuang Zaju Song Peach Blossom Song Gongren Dance Fengtai, Sui Family Panlong Boat. Kings get drunk at night and sleep in the spring, but they don't know that peach blossoms chase water.
* * * Miscellaneous songs Liangzhou songs Liu Rusi, the first Han Palace, and Shangyuan Peach Blossom even Bichi. A thousand years' wine is handed down by a holy hand, and a hundred poems are rewarded by astronomy.
Liu Yuxi's Zaqu recalls the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and cherishes the sunny days. There are peach blossoms on the running water. Bamboo leaves have nothing to say before they are drunk, but they are waiting to see the sky.
Su Xiang's zaqu and lyrics "Peach Blossom" are brilliant, and countless creative points are dancing. In order to see Fang Lin smile, he said goodbye to Wen Shu.
Zhang Zaqu Fishing Song Egrets fly to the side of Cisse Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, spring rain don't have to go back.
Du Fu gave Zhao Hong a pink and green moth to reflect the beauty of Chu Yun, and the peach blossom immediately became a pomegranate skirt. Father Luo went east alone to learn from his family.
When Liu Xian was a baby in Weibin, he should have a long peach blossom and willow, and the sand head was full of water. At this time, the place that Yu Jian came to visit hoped to be swaddled every year.
The Peach Blossom Garden Banquet in Su Xiang should make the peach blossom burn, brilliant and countless creative points fly. In order to see Fang Lin smile, he said goodbye to Wen Shu.
It is said that on March 3, Kunchi is windy, Xiaolingde talks about rhyme, the third day of March in late spring is heavy, and the peach blossoms are full of pools in spring. Music is winding up and down in the sky, and the fairy boat is swaying in the mirror.
Zhang Xu Peach Blossom Creek flies lightly across the wild smoke, and the west bank of Shijie asks the fishing boat. Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?
There are three sages in Huanglian Teachers College of Kaiyuan Temple in Wuling, Wang Changling, who say that the Peach Blossom Garden is not as dusty as Wuling County. When I heard about the Qin dynasty, I avoided people's eyes and ears, and now I don't ask anyone.
Chang Jian spent three days looking for Li Jiuzhuang to rest in the rain, looking for Yanglin to cross the ferry, and Yonghe took a canoe for three days. The old friend's home lives on the bank of the stream, on the bank of the river, and there is a peach forest.
The old man sits on the rock head on the lake, but the peach blossom water in the lake flows. The bamboo pole waved endlessly. I don't know who swallowed my hook.
After Liu Changqing was safe, he thought of returning to a captain in the spring, but he thought of Chai Fei. The willow color in the old garden urges the south visitors, and the peach blossoms stay in the north in spring.
Li Bai gave it to Wang Lun (there are hundreds of Taohuatan in Jingxian County, and Wang Lun, a villager, often makes white wine). Li Bai was about to leave by boat when he heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
In Li Bai's mountain, he asked Yu why he lived in Bishan, smiling without answering his heart. Peach blossoms are opening, and it is another world.
Li Bai's two boating poems were made into a stone dike of Qinglong in East Lumeng, and the peach blossoms sandwiched Lumengxi. If you teach the moon to go by boat, why not go to the stream?
Zhang Qian presented the beauty of Zhao, the moth reflected Chu Yun, and the peach blossom immediately became a pomegranate skirt. Father Luo went east alone to learn from his family.
The title of Cen Can Chunxing Opera was given to Hou Li, and the oriole wanted flowers, but your peach blossom couldn't bloom. See you in Chang 'an at the end of February. It's still early to send the spring breeze.
Cen Can's drunken drama Dou Zimei's lips are a little peach blossom, and her evening makeup is shy and partial. Look carefully, it's like a box girl. I am drunk and don't want to go back to Wushan.
Du Fu's quatrains are full of nine heartbroken poems, and the spring river is exhausted. Zhang Li Xu Bu Li Zhou Fang. On crutches, on crutches, standing on the Zhou Fang, I only watched catkins flying wildly in the wind like crazy, chasing the flowing peach blossoms lightly.
On the Du Fu River, Master Huang Tower stands in front of the river, languid and sleepy in the spring breeze. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red.
Jia Zhi's two poems about spring, the grass is green, the willows are yellow, the peach blossoms are chaotic, and the plum blossoms are fragrant. Don't worry about the east wind, but spring can make you hate for a long time.
Dugu bid farewell to Zhang, the judge of Jingnan, who followed the camel and dreamed of Plantai later. Want to know the most peach blossoms, ask Wuling about the future.
The mountain of Qin, a gift to Geng, and several old friends from the two provinces stripped off. Qingshan Bai Niao is very poor. Now it's not the Qin dynasty, but also the peach blossom laughter.
Looking for Taohualing in Gu Kuang, Taohualing is located in the three ancient terraces. The sky is low, and people are separated by a stream in Qingshan. I still like Liu Ruan Jiro's fan when I go to Sangu to learn immortals.
Gu Kuang Ko Li Taohua meets the female crown, and the apricot leaves fall into the forest. Old people can only teach clearly, listening to the cold in the mountains and the moon in the night.
Gu Kuang Peach Blossom Wei Song Digong Dance Phoenix Terrace, Sui Family Full of Dragon Boat. Kings get drunk at night and sleep in the spring, but they don't know that peach blossoms chase water.
In Leng Yue, Lanxi, Dai Shulun hangs his eyebrows like Liuwan and sees them in the mirror of Zhongshan. Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight.
Dai Shulun looks from the west to the north of qi zhou, and peach blossoms are in full bloom. Zhu qi's half-rolled mountains and rivers are small, and the white horse is even cold.
With the blossoming peach blossoms in Chiba, Yang took the lead in the Spring Festival Evening. Teach and avoid vulgarity, and the Qin people will know that the old couple in Kuayuan.
Wang Jian is thin at both ends, and his hair is half white and half black. Forcing servants to crack in the spring is aboveboard.
Wang Jiangong wrote 100 poems about searching for residual red at the top and bottom of trees, one flying west and the other flying east. Peach blossom is naturally greedy, misleading people to hate the five winds.
On Liu's theme, Mrs. Huang Bei's shrine Cangshan, chasing God after sex, is only fragrant and famous for its spring. In March, the east wind flooded Huangpi, and no one was seen in the peach blossom.
Liu Shangti's water cave has two peach blossoms coming out of the foggy cave, dreaming of a fairy family and a tree spring. Now the water enters the hole, from the peach blossom source.
Fisherman Zhang sings, egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
1. Faith is the thread of a kite, the root of fallen leaves, the beacon light of the spirit and the sun flower of the soul. Because of faith, the eternal tide of pursuing an ideal life surges in my heart. Perhaps it can be said that faith is life, because faith makes life glow with vitality.
Just like there are no two identical leaves in the world, everyone has his own unique Excellence. Being good at tolerating others' shortcomings and appreciating others' Excellence is not only reflected in an open mind, but also a kind of wisdom to treat people. The sooner you find your best position, the more you can give full play to your potential and embrace success.
It doesn't take much courage to take a step, the key is whether you do it or not. As long as you are willing to take the first step and know how to move forward step by step, success will wave to you!
4. Life is the subject and carrier of life. Life can be beautiful or ugly; Life can be colorful or unpretentious; Life can be great or ordinary. But the beauty and ugliness of life, the variety and simplicity, the greatness and mediocrity are all up to you. It depends on your courage, strength, wisdom and tolerance for suffering. Push life to the extreme and strive to show the brilliance of life!
Being believed by others is a kind of happiness. This kind of happiness is a credit given to you by others and a supreme honor. Honesty makes happiness spread infinitely.
6. Life is a kind of dedication and dedication. Only in constant dedication and dedication can life show its mission and significance. Happiness can only be found in giving and dedication. In giving and dedication, other people's smiling faces can bloom around you like flowers. The true meaning of happiness lies in dedication and pay.
7. A naive mind is like a flawless white paper, on which sunshine and rain can be easily copied. If we sprinkle it with colorful colors, it will become a garden; If we dust it, it will become a desert.
Only by spreading virtues such as honesty and love to children's hearts can we have eternal spring in the future.
9. Be brave and dare to do it. Courage is the cornerstone of a unique love wall. Following the practice of thousands of years, it is not necessary to persist for thousands of years; The idea of being a commander in chief for thousands of years may not be able to continue to be a commander in chief. If you dare to let go offside, you can build another "love wall".