We walked in the fields: me, my mother, my wife and son.
Mom doesn't want to come out. She is old and in poor health. She will feel very tired if she goes any further. I said, so walk more. Mother nodded convincingly and went to get her coat. She listened to me as I did when I was a child.
In this field of early spring in the south, large tracts of new green are spread at will, some are thick and some are light, the buds on the trees are dense, and the winter water in the field is bubbling. All this reminds people of one thing-life.
My mother and I walked in front, and my wife and son walked behind. The little guy suddenly cried: mother and son are in front, mother and son are behind. ? We all laughed.
Then there was a disagreement. Mother had to take the main road, which was very smooth. My son wants to take the path, which is very interesting. However, everything depends on me. My mother is old and used to listening to her strong son. The son is still young and used to listening to the tall father; What about my wife? Outside, she always listens to me. For an instant, I felt a great responsibility. I want to find a way to kill two birds with one stone, but I can't find it; I want to break up a family and split it into two parts, each of which has its own place, but I don't want to. I decided to wronged my son because I have been with him for a long time. I said:? Take the main road. ?
But the mother touched her grandson's little brain and changed her mind. Let's take the path. ? Her eyes followed the path: golden cauliflower, two rows of neat mulberry trees, and a sparkling fish pond at the end. ? Where I can't walk, you carry me behind your back. ? Mom said to me.
In this way, we walked towards cauliflower, mulberry trees and fish ponds in the sun. In one place, I squatted down and put my mother on my back; The wife also squatted down to hold her son. My wife and I walk slowly, steadily and carefully, as if what I carry on my back and what she carries add up to the whole world.
From Mo Huaiqi's "Walking"
Read aloud the second most beautiful tomb in the world.
Nothing I saw in Russia was more magnificent and touching than Tolstoy's tomb.
According to Tolstoy's wishes, his grave became the most beautiful and impressive in the world. This is just a small rectangular mound in the Woods, covered with flowers ―― no cross, no tombstone, no epitaph, and even the name Tolstoy.
This great man, more than anyone else, feels that he bears a heavier reputation. Like a tramp and an unknown soldier who is occasionally found, he was buried without a name. Anyone can step into his final resting place, and the sparse wooden fence around him is not closed to protect Lev; Tolstoy can rest in peace, nothing but people's respect; Usually, people are always curious to destroy the tranquility of great men's cemeteries.
Here, striking simplicity imprisons any kind of leisure for viewing, and you are not allowed to talk loudly. The wind leans down, whispering among the trees in the unknown tomb, playing with the warm sunshine in front of the grave; In winter, white snow gently covers this dark land. No matter whether you pass by here in summer or winter, you can't imagine that there is a greatest contemporary figure in this small, convex cuboid.
However, this nameless tomb is more exciting than all the tombs built with marble and luxuriously decorated. On this special day, not one of the hundreds of people who came to his resting place had the courage to just pick a flower from this dark mound as a souvenir. People once again feel that nothing in the world is more touching than Tolstoy's last simple monument.
From Zweig's The Most Beautiful Tomb in the World, translated by Zhang Renhou.
Read the mystery of Op.3? A bottomless pit?
Does it really exist on earth? The bottomless pit assumes that the earth is round and consists of three layers: crust, mantle and core. Really? A bottomless pit? Should not exist. All kinds of caves, ruins, cracks and even craters we see are just a phenomenon in the shallow crust. However, some ancient books in China have repeatedly mentioned that there is an unfathomable bottomless pit overseas. In fact, there is such a thing on earth? A bottomless pit? .
It is located on the seashore of the ancient Greek city of Argos. Because it is close to the sea, when the tide rises, the turbulent seawater will flood into the cave like an avalanche, forming a turbulent rapids. According to the measurement, the amount of seawater injected into caves every day exceeds 30,000 tons. It is strange that so much seawater is poured into the hole, but the hole can never be filled. Has anyone ever doubted this? A bottomless pit? Will it be like funnels, shafts and sinkholes in limestone areas? However, since the 1930s, people have made various efforts to find its export, but all in vain.
In order to reveal this secret, in 1958, the American Geographical Society sent an expedition. They dissolved a durable colored dye in seawater and observed how the dye sank with the seawater. Then I went to the nearby sea surface and the rivers and lakes on the island, looking for this colorful water hopefully, and the result was disappointing. Is it because the amount of seawater is too large and the colored water is diluted too much to be found?
So far, no one knows why the sea here is endless. Leak? Go down, this? A bottomless pit? where is the exit ？ Where does the master's seawater flow every day?
From Robert? Lowell is mysterious? A bottomless pit? 》
Read aloud the four peaks of Mount Tai.
Watching the sunrise from the top of Mount Tai has always been described as a spectacular sight. Some people say that climbing Mount Tai without seeing the sunrise is like a big drama without eyes, and the taste is a bit dull after all.
The day I went to climb the mountain was a rare fine weather. Wan Li is in the sky, but there are no clouds. Usually smoky hills look very clear. The companions all said happily:? You are sure to see the sunrise tomorrow morning. ? I want to climb the mountain with this, too.
Climbing all the way from the foot of the mountain and looking closely at the mountain scenery, I think it is not the only Mount Tai among the five mountains, but like an amazing green landscape painting, hanging upside down from bottom to top. At the foot of the mountain, the memorial archway of Daizongfang, a Ming dynasty building, was first revealed in the picture scroll, and then the pool, sinus (Sansheng) mother palace and stone valley were slowly revealed. The mountains are getting deeper and deeper, more and more strange, more and more strange. In the mountains, sometimes there are extremely detailed figures. There are many statues of the Ming Dynasty in the Lvzu Temple next to Wang Muchi, carved with some people, such as Lv Dongbin. Their postures and expressions are so vivid that you can't help but exclaim after reading them. Live. ?
The picture scroll continued to unfold, and it didn't take long for the green white hole to appear, and it came to Dui Songshan. The two strange peaks are opposite, and the peaks are grotesque old pines. I'm afraid they have a history of thousands of years, and the color is so thick that it seems to flow down. When you come here, you might as well be a freehand figure in a painting, sitting in the pine pavilion on the opposite side of the road, watching the mountains and listening to the flowing pines.
For a time, I felt that I was not just looking at a picture scroll, but more like flipping through a historical manuscript at random.
Excerpted from Yang Shuo's "The Top of Mount Tai"
Cultivation of Five Talents in Reading aloud
In a slum in Rio de Janeiro, a boy likes football very much, but he can't afford it, so he kicks plastic boxes, soda bottles and coconut shells picked up from the trash can. He plays in the alley, in any open space he can find.
One day, when he was kicking a pig's bladder in a dry pond, he was seen by a football coach. He found the boy playing football like that and offered him a football. The little boy played football harder after he got the football. Soon, he can accurately kick the ball into a bucket randomly placed in the distance.
Christmas is coming, the child's mother said, we have no money to buy Christmas presents for the benefactor, so let's pray for him. ?
After praying with his mother, the little boy asked his mother for a shovel and ran out. He came to the garden in front of a villa and began to dig a hole.
Just as he was about to dig a hole, a man came out of the villa and asked the child what he was doing. The child raised his sweaty face and said, Coach, today is Christmas. I have no gift for you. I want to dig a hole for your Christmas tree. ?
The coach pulled the little boy out of the tree pit and said, I got the best gift in the world today. Go to my training ground tomorrow.
Three years later, this boy of 17 years old scored 2 1 goal in the sixth football championship, winning the gold cup for Brazil for the first time. A previously unknown name-Bailey-spread all over the world.
Excerpted from Liu Yanmin's The Creation of Genius.
Read Op.6 aloud. Why did I become a teacher?
Why should I teach? It's because (4 sounds, or softly) I like the timetable of being a teacher and the pace of life. July, August and September provided me with a good opportunity to review, investigate and write, and organically integrated the three. Being good at reviewing, investigating and summarizing is an indispensable component in the quality of excellent teachers.
What does this business give me? Ganquan? To taste, to find excellent books to study, to? Ivory tower? And the real world. Teaching has given me time to continue studying, and also given me various ways, opportunities and challenges.
However, the real reason why I love this business is that I love my students (tenderly). The students grow and change before my eyes. To be a teacher is to experience? Create? The occurrence of this process-like giving life to a mass of soil with your hands, there is nothing more exciting than watching it begin to breathe.
I also have the right: I have the right to inspire and induce, to stimulate the spark of wisdom, to ask questions that are hard to think about, to praise the attempt to answer, to recommend books, and to point out the maze. What other rights can be compared with it?
Moreover, teaching has given me something besides money and power, and that is love. Not only the love for students, books and knowledge, but also the love that teachers can feel, right? Special? The love of students. These students are like stubborn clods, because they have accepted the teacher's ardent love and thrived.
So, I love teaching because, in those computers? Special? Students, I sometimes find myself breathing with them, sad and happy and * * *.
Excerpt from (America) Peter? Base? Beidler's Why I Become a Teacher
Read aloud Op. 7 Happy.
Happiness is a specific emotion caused by tangible things. This is not only psychological, but also physical. It's easy to come and go. No one should turn a blind eye and miss it. No one should always do things that make others and themselves unhappy. Let's talk about the easiest thing to do first, and the happiest thing: respect for yourself and others is everyone's right, and I also want to say that it is everyone's obligation.
Happiness is a universal existence and working state. It is almost transcendental, it comes from the vitality of life itself, from the attraction of the universe, the earth and the world, and it is the embodiment of the richness, magnificence, vastness and antiquity of the world. Happiness is still a kind of strength, a root buried in the ground. It is much more difficult to destroy a person's happiness than to dig out the root of a big tree.
Joy is a young and poetic emotion. It comes from the momentum of running towards the future with open arms, it comes from a relaxed and mysterious, hazy and secret excitement, it is a harbinger of the coming passion, and it is a much more wonderful and lasting aftertaste after a heavy rain.
Joy is a realm of tangible and self-cultivation. It is not so much an emotion as a kind of wisdom, transcendence, compassion and understanding, enrichment and self-confidence after vicissitudes of life, bright rationality, firm maturity, and clarity that overcomes troubles and vulgarity. It is a pool of clear water, a touch of morning glow, an endless plain and a silent horizon. A little more, a little more joy, is a wing and a homing. Is a glass of wine, an unbeaten lotus.
Excerpted from Wang Meng's Joy.
Read aloud the praise of the works of eight poplars.
It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually very tall, like an artificial one, with no side branches within ten feet; All its branches are upward, and they are close together, as if they were artificial, and they have become a bundle, so there is no possibility of escaping sideways; Its broad leaves are also upward one by one, and there are almost no oblique leaves, let alone upside down; Its skin is smooth and silvery, with a slight blue color. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north! Even if it is only as thick as the bowl mouth, it will strive to develop upwards, reaching a height of 20 feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.
This is the poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!
It has no swaying posture and no crooked branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful, if beauty means it? Spoil? Or? Run sideways? And so on, then the poplar is not a good woman on the tree; But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in tenderness, not to mention tenacity and honest and frank. It's a man in a tree! When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting, you see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat land. Do you think a tree is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least it symbolizes the farmers in the north; Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly guarding their hometown like this poplar tree in the vast land behind enemy lines? Don't you think further, this poplar tree, with dense branches and leaves, is now a symbol of the spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood in the North China Plain?
-Excerpted from Mao Dun's Praise for Poplar.
Read aloud Op.9 My Faith.
Life is not easy for anyone, we must have perseverance. The most important thing is that we should have confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we have a natural talent for everything, and we must finish it at any cost. When it's over, you should be able to say with a clear conscience: I have tried my best. ?
One spring, I was forced to rest at home for several weeks because of illness. I watched my daughter raise silkworms and cocoon, and I was very interested. Looking at these silkworms' persistent and diligent work, I feel like them. Like them, I always patiently concentrate on one goal. Perhaps I am so, because some force is driving me ―― just like a silkworm being driven to cocoon.
For fifty years, I have devoted myself to scientific research, and research is the discussion of truth. I have many beautiful and happy memories. When I was a girl, I was at the University of Paris. As a student, I lived a lonely life. During the whole period when I devoted myself to science, my husband and I devoted ourselves as if in a dream, sitting in a simple study and studying hard, and then we found radium there.
I will always pursue a quiet job and a simple family life. In order to realize this ideal, I try to keep a quiet environment, not disturbed by personnel and not dragged down by fame.
I am convinced that in the field of science, we are interested in career rather than wealth. My only hope is to do research in a free country as a free scholar.
I have been immersed in the beauty of the world, and the science I love is constantly increasing its brand-new prospects. I believe that science itself has great beauty.
From Mary (Poland)? Madame Curie's My Faith, translated by Jian Jie.
Read the work ten times to remind happiness.
You need to learn to enjoy happiness, and you need to be reminded when happiness (2 sounds) comes. People can naturally learn the pleasure of the senses, but they can't naturally master the rhythm of happiness. The pleasure of the soul and the comfort of the organs are like twin brothers, sometimes interdependent and sometimes diametrically opposed.
Happiness is the quiver of the soul. It needs constant training, just like an ear that can only listen to music.
In short, happiness is a moment without pain. It doesn't appear as often as we thought. People often only pick up the golden mane on the ground when the happy golden carriage has sailed away and say, I have seen it before.
People like to recall the specimens of happiness, but ignore the moment when happiness is covered with dew and emits fragrance. At that time, we were often in a hurry, looking back and thinking about what we were busy with.
Some people predict typhoons, locusts, plagues and earthquakes. No one predicts happiness.
In fact, happiness, like everything else in the world, has its signs.
Happiness is often hazy, it will bring us moderate rain. You don't always want vigorous happiness, it just comes quietly. Don't try to turn the tap bigger, or it will run away soon. You need to experience its true meaning quietly and peacefully.
Happiness is mostly simple. It won't flash red light at high altitude like a signal flare. It is wrapped in its natural coat, warmly wrapping us.
Happiness doesn't like noise and glitz, it often comes in gloom. A poor cake, a soul mate's troubled eyes, a father's rough touch and a girlfriend's warm note are all happiness that thousands of dollars can't buy. Like a ruby on an old silk, it is more and more dazzling in desolation.
Excerpted from Bi Shumin's Reminding Happiness.