Beauty is everywhere, and literati of all ages have written about it. In the Tang Dynasty, Yang Wanli once said, "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun are uniquely red." In the Song Dynasty, Fan Zhongyan once said, "The smoke is long in the sky, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps into gold, and the silent shadow sinks into the wall." Mao Zedong once said, "Mountain Dance" Silver Snake, originally a wax figure, wants to compete with God. "There are traces of beauty hidden in every masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. Although beauty is everywhere, you won’t find it unless you experience it. There was a towel on my desk, and as I wiped my sweat with it, I discovered the beauty of its essential selflessness.
Rodin once said: "Beauty is everywhere. For our eyes, it is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery." I think it should be changed to "It is a lack of experience." Beauty It is a dictionary. Throughout it, I understand what it means to be strong, what it means to stand together through thick and thin, and what it means to strive for self-improvement and never give up. Anyone who is familiar with music knows Beethoven, this great musician whose life was full of luck and misfortune, joy and misery, ideals and reality. Beethoven's life was never calm, it was always turbulent, with big waves and no breeze. , the water is calm. After he became deaf in both ears, he was ostracized by society and tortured by illness. He devoted himself to music creation without hesitation. When he played the newly created music, his hands got hot because he played too fast. In order to cool down the hot fingers, he put a basin of cold water next to the piano and dipped his hands when they were hot. water. With this kind of perseverance, he finally wrote the world-famous "Ninth Symphony". Without experiencing life, where can the inspiration of genius come from?
The famous poet Mao Zedong experienced countless life and death, and countless joys, sorrows, and joys in his life. His poems are full of spiritual flowers on the bumpy road. Here is the passion of facing the waves while facing the sea, and the cry of climbing mountains and leaning against the sky to draw swords; here is the magnificent vision of Kunpeng spreading its wings
2. Life is a beautiful dream, with intoxication and longing; life is A vast ocean, there are calm waves and rough waves; life is like a bright moon, some are round and some are missing.
Life is as beautiful as a dream
When I was a child, I grew up under the care of my parents. They give me happiness and joy. At that time, I was a girl with excellent grades and outstanding performance in all aspects. Therefore, everyone liked me very much. My parents regard me as their hope and future. I am like a stamen, absorbing the sunshine of love. Under their careful care, I gradually grow up, and in their hearts they are looking forward to the bright future of this budding stamen. At that time, I looked at them happily and smiled happily.
Life is as turbulent as waves
Ignorantly, I fell into an abyss. Due to laziness, my grades plummeted. My parents didn’t know how much they were sad for me, but I still didn’t wake up. , my parents were disappointed in me and cried when I stood in front of them with my report card. That was the first time I saw them cry. Seeing this scene, my young heart was greatly shocked. It woke me up from the nightmare. At this time, I lowered my head and tears fell from the corners of my eyes. , I never dare to face them again, I don’t have the courage to face those eyes that change from hope to disappointment and finally to despair.
Life is as peaceful as the full moon
When I woke up from my dream, I became timid and did not dare to face anyone or anything. I lived with regret and self-blame all day long. middle. When I was most lost, a familiar voice sounded in my ears. My parents gave me hope and courage again, allowing me to stand up again. I saw the light again. I was rescued from the darkness. I saw Their happy smiles made me smile too. The surging waves calmed down, the crooked moon became round, and the beautiful dream came back again, splashing out dreams, creating ripples of dreams, and finally disappeared in the dream.
[Brief Comment]: The author of this article cleverly connects his feelings about life with three things in nature that are good at changing: "beautiful dreams", "broad ocean" and "bright moon" , dreams are colorful, with intoxication and longing; the sea is unpredictable, with calm waves and rough waves; the moon is also full of changes, with cloudy and sunny periods as well as waxing and waning.
These are just like life: ever-changing and colorful.
3. Are there any moments during the day when you feel happy? I do, and that's a quarter of an hour before going to sleep every night. Although it was short-lived, it added a lot of joy to my life and brought me countless happiness.
After evening self-study, my classmates and I got into our happy world...the dormitory. Although this world is small, we can be unrestrained and free. We talked and laughed and we sang. The fatigue caused by a day of intense study life was suddenly dispelled, and everyone was so carefree.
"Get some foot-washing water!" Dan Xiaochun shouted wildly. Suddenly, the students came to fetch water one after another. The crowd squeezed, heads bumped, and feet stepped on each other, but the students still felt very happy. The cold water stimulated our smelly feet, but we found it very interesting. "Oh, oh!" Xiong Fengyan shouted as he was hit by the ice. Suddenly, Wang Wenzhen, who has a humorous nature, said boringly: "Xiong Fengyan's voice is like giving birth to a child, how wonderful! How happy!" In an instant, Xiong Fengyan's face turned red, which made us laugh.
Look! Liu Fei, who was very excited, started to "praise" again: "Oh, little brother Feng Yan can still have children? I admire him!" I saw Xiong Fengyan's eyes widening, and he said angrily to Liu Fei: "What did you say?" Look? Liu Fei was so frightened that he almost retreated.
At this time, the unknown and scheming Sima Yan spoke: "I will give you a crossword puzzle. If you answer it correctly, I will let Brother Fengyan let you go. If you answer it wrongly, I will let you go." "Okay, then..." "Come on, come up with the question!" Liu Fei couldn't wait.
"Listen," Sima Yan said seriously, "There is no air leakage on all sides, and the cross is in the middle..." "It's so simple, but you still need to trouble me? The word 'field'!" Liu Fei said quickly. "I haven't finished talking yet! I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry," Sima Yan said, "Someone guesses the word "tian", and it makes no sense." Alas, Liu Fei is stumped now!
Suddenly, the majestic Cao Zhiyu walked in singing "Asian Heroes". "Yes! Isn't it just the word 'Ya' in capital letters?" I suddenly realized. I hinted to Liu Fei: "It's the word Ya, idiot." He didn't care, and hurriedly said to Sima Yan: "It's a duck." "Oh! You're so stupid, ducks are animals! How can you open and shut up? Are they all food? You..." Someone interrupted, causing a burst of happy laughter.
If life is the ocean, then this quarter of an hour is a small wave rising on the calm sea; if life is a green carpet, then this quarter of an hour is a small red flower embedded in it.
4. Heart Essay
It was another endless dark night. I sat alone in front of the window and looked up at the stars, only to find that there was a hint of coolness. I subconsciously realized that winter had arrived, and there seemed to be an inexplicable feeling in my heart. I always realize how vulgar I am after late at night. I seem to know something, but I also seem to be a clueless fool. I don’t think my mood at this time can be described with a pen. Yes!
Many times, I asked myself what I was pursuing, and what I have gained during these days is just what people call boredom. I don’t know when I gradually fell in love with drinking tea. The taste is great, although a bit bitter! A cup of strong tea could not resist the invasion of the cold wind. Facing the white foggy night and looking at the boring textbooks and work materials in my hand, I accidentally remembered the words of the old man Zhao Benshan, "Flowers are beautiful traps, work is a trap." It is a hard struggle. No matter how beautiful the high-rise buildings are, they are only temporary residences. A small urn is our permanent home." This is such an easy-to-understand and very truthful statement, yes, no, no It is admitted that people are sometimes confused, helpless and painful in life. Although some literary people always like to say that life is beautiful, it depends on how you look at it, but we cannot deny its depression because of this. Could it be Isn't it? People always feel down sometimes. Who can say that his life has not been full of twists and turns?
I like the night. It always reminds me to calm down my frantic heart and think deeply about my words, deeds and mistakes. Unconsciously, I feel that the world has changed again, but I don’t realize that it is me who has changed. Changed by reality, public opinion, and life, I like to walk alone in the dark, thinking about the wind and rain, glory, regret, and depravity that I have experienced in the past. I was once intoxicated with flowers and applause and got carried away. I am desperate in pain. I do not deny that I am a passive man who easily despairs. I like to repeat the desolation of despair and sighs in confusion. I have loved, hated, cried, laughed, gone crazy, failed, and been brilliant. We have gone through ups and downs together, but now everything has returned to its original tranquility. No wonder those poets would say such deep, sophisticated and infinitely emotional sentences as "glory will eventually return to dullness". These all reflect the reality one by one. natural phenomenon,.
I suddenly remembered the lyrics of Andy Lau's "Infernal Affairs", "We are all in a hurry, forgetting to chase, and pursuing occasional happiness in loss." Although there are many sad but heroic, lost but masturbating articles It is popular and sensational in the altar of literature, but it still cannot hide our inherent human weaknesses. We look for strong reasons in all hardships and make fearless struggles in the cruel real life. Sometimes it is really tiring, but We never gave up the struggle!
After the tea was over, I picked up the pen and wrote it on the white paper like a dashing literati. We are a piece of white paper. We are the ones writing history. I thought I would write so passionately. The majestic, otherworldly and heroic article made me fall into hesitation again when I took a closer look and wrote the words...
"Life is a round playground, maybe sometimes we will be proud. Say I ran 10 laps and I was the winner, but in the end we still won’t cheer for our success because it is circular. No matter how many laps we run, we will eventually return to the starting point, isn’t it?” ?
5. Time flies
The night gave me black eyes
But I use them to find light
——Gu Cheng " A Generation"
Thousands and millions of years ago, stars appeared in the sky. They will continue to flicker for thousands of millions of years. From tens of thousands of years ago to tens of millions of years later, stars are brewing.
Nineteen years ago, I was born into the world. I still have decades to live. From before nineteen years to after nineteen years, I was wandering.
Yes, I am a ronin. From one city to another, from one land to another, I am always wandering.
Today, I finally chose to use a sincere pen to record my past nineteen years. I will never forget those beautiful, sad and difficult years.
Perhaps, from my story, you can’t read poverty, but there is perseverance; maybe you can’t read the struggle of life, but there is thinking; maybe you can’t read too complete pain, but there is me. My journey, my abandonment, my loneliness is singing.
I want to be real and I am grateful for life.
When I was still at an age where I could be considered sensible, I found Qin Mu’s book in my mother’s thick trunk. It was a collection of his articles during the Cultural Revolution. I read it carefully, and I actually saw the shadow of Gu Cheng's "generation". I was afraid, and I didn't know if I had any sympathy for that generation that ended long before I was born. I have some real understanding and perception of the times, but I just find it incredible and still scary.
I will never forget the loneliness and low self-esteem I felt when I first came to that city that did not belong to me. The teacher counted the students in a small classroom in the city. In such a big classroom, there is only one pair of lonely little hands. Yes, I am a loan student, I come from a fishing village, I do not belong to the city. The isolated look in the eyes of the people around me made me feel depressed.
I don’t have too many words, I can’t blame my mother. She brought me to the city for her dream and for my beautiful future. I know the hardships of my mother, the pain of my mother finally missing out on college because of the Cultural Revolution, the rejection of her tribe and her decision to take me out of the fishing village, and the difficulty of finding solace in life in this city that does not belong to us. She silently endured it. My expensive borrowing fees. Her only hope is my excellence, my excellence.
During those years, my mother did not have enough money for me to learn calligraphy and Chinese painting, and I could not have the careful care of my parents like other children in the city. The mother feels guilty. I said quietly that I could learn calligraphy by myself, learn Chinese painting by myself, buy books by myself and learn what I like, and I would do well. My mother was comforted by my precociousness and sensibleness. In fact, I have been doing very well. I gave up the inferiority complex in loneliness. I studied calligraphy and my favorite Chinese painting by myself, and then participated in competitions with other students calmly. Fortunately, I was not restricted. The calligraphy style makes the teacher like it. Regardless of whether it is a national or district-wide calligraphy and painting competition, I can always win prizes. And my academic performance has always been excellent. In that small school that once made me feel inferior, I was the first student to become captain of the school, the first to win the second prize in the National Essay Competition among Ten Thousand Schools, and the first in the district. He was one of the top ten teenagers and the first outstanding student cadre in the city. When I finally left that small campus that was once full of sorrow and confusion, when the principal asked my mother to go to the school to make a report on outstanding parents, my mother only said two words: He is lonely and strong. I didn't teach him anything I didn't have a job with, he is my total pride.
I cried, yes, my mother also cried above, and I saw the principal also gently wiping the corners of his eyes. This was a scene from many years ago, but I still remember it so clearly and I am still very excited.
Yes, I am an arrogant person.
I have known it since the day I went to the fishery wharf to peel shrimps with my mother when I was 9 years old. I had no summer vacation from the age of 9 to 12. I spent all my summer vacation with my mother working hard for the few cents per pound of shrimp, thinking about when we could earn enough to pay for the next semester. That state of life that I dare not recall now, I would ask, was that my innocent childhood? Yes, no friend will see the cheerful and smiling me today and imagine my state at that time. They said it was unimaginable. I said flatly that this was my real childhood, an obscure and difficult part of my passing years, which I cherish.
The last time I went to make money with my mother, I angrily used my little fists to insult the arrogant boss, and all the working adults were stunned. Yes, he had never expected such a lonely and individual little migrant worker. I never went to the dock with my mother again. My mother said that I was stoic and independent. She wanted me to live a normal summer life, and she wanted me to be as happy as other classmates.
That is the part I dare not recall. That kind of despicable human nature made me aware of the dark side of society prematurely. But I am still grateful to my mother and the experiences she gave me in life, which allowed me to grow up bravely and move forward bravely.
During those seemingly difficult years in middle school, my mother gave me the most warmth and touch. Still have the inexplicable inferiority complex of not belonging to a city dweller, still struggle alone to prove myself silently, and still have the determination and confidence to go to the Education Bureau to get admission to a key middle school with all the excellent certificates when I graduated from elementary school. When I finally got my urban household registration in the second year of junior high school, my family began to become more prosperous, and my mother no longer had to go to the dock to look at other people's eyes for my tuition fee.
On that campus, I was doing my best. No one knows about my past. I used to feel inferior to myself when the teacher counted the students in that small classroom. There is nothing, I am happy. I learned to write, to express myself with words, and to find my own solace in words.
When recalling my key period of high school life, I will talk about the time I gave up in my senior year of high school.
In my senior year of high school, I made the most unworthy sacrifice in the eyes of others. I gave up the opportunity to represent the school to the French Brothers Middle School for exchanges. After a whole month of school exchange time, a few places to choose from, and a cost of 10,000 yuan, I gave up. When I stood calmly in front of the teacher and made my decision, the teacher was surprised and so were my classmates. They felt sorry and then blamed my mother. This is just my own decision. I will never forget the hardship of fighting for money, as well as the disdain of the dock owner and the dispute with a weak boy. I know my mother will understand, and she feels sorry for me, but she respects me, regardless of whether my decision is for myself or not.
I don’t regret my giving up. When the teachers mentioned my family and the giving up I made when I was in my senior year at the party meeting in May this year, they asked in confusion: We always thought you He comes from a scholarly family, why not apply for tuition exemption? I said lightly, because I have known independence and perseverance for a long time. I only hope to rely on myself. No matter what life gives me, I will be grateful.
Yes, life tells me that I must rely on myself, but I must also learn to care for others.
Today I will also mention that section, the section in which I used royalties to support poor teenagers in Shanxi from 1996 to 2001. The teacher found out very late, and then the city education newspaper interviewed and reported on him. Then, I told my mother that all of this is actually natural. This is what you taught me. This is our gratitude and gift to life. Mother smiled indulgently.
Before the end of my senior year of high school, I successfully joined the party. The teacher said, not only because of your grades, but also because of your perseverance, precociousness, sensibleness, and your tolerance. Yes, I am still the city’s outstanding student cadre, I am still the first prize in the city’s essay competition for three consecutive years, I am still the title that looks dazzling to outsiders, I am still the excellence and happiness that others see.
I said nothing about the envy of others. Only you know the pain and sourness of the past. Fortunately, I still have my mother who supports and encourages me.
The passing days are like songs. Our years are flowing in the river of time, but we cannot hold back the sunshine of all life.
My years, our years, what can I say, what can I do, time always slips away in a hurry, we stretch out our hands to catch it, but why is it always so difficult.
Today, I stand on the tail of the nineteen-year-old and silently sing, those sentimental years worth remembering, those profound memories engraved in my life with the songs and cries of youth. The imprints, those precious years that contain the sweetness and pain, passion and despair, faith and doubt of a soul's growth, miraculously unfolded leaf by leaf in the depths of the heart, and the mood at this time was as full as a redbud flower. A touch of sadness is also a kind of farewell wrapped in the dual complex of condolences and cherishment.
This is just a difficult and simple story about myself. It is very plain and ordinary. Maybe you can’t see the shadow of my struggle in poverty. I don’t want to dwell too much on the past. I hope my tomorrow will be better than today.
Romain Rolland said that as long as there is a pair of sincere eyes crying with me, it is worth suffering for my life.
Literati said that life is beautiful, even if there are too many shortcomings; years are spectacular, even if there is too much rain and snow. Just in the ordinary, savor it carefully, there is no real flavor - this is the feeling of being alone.
In this way, make life real and make life wonderful.