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Love is so beautiful
Everyone in the world has a kingdom of love in his heart. Everyone's love is rich, selfless, and great. But there is a kind of natural stinginess that makes most people prefer to hide their love deep in their hearts rather than share it with others. Despite this, our lives need love, and only when everyone dedicates the love in their hearts can life become meaningful.
I am an imprudent person. I always ride a bicycle very fast without paying attention to the road. That time, I was riding my bicycle and wandering around on the road. By accident, my bicycle suddenly tripped over a stone on the road. I was thrown off the car and fell heavily to the side of the road. After that, I felt pain in my feet and realized that my feet were bleeding. Then, I started crying.
A passing woman witnessed the moment I fell off the car and hurriedly came to my side. Seeing that I could not stand up, she carefully helped me up and asked me to sit on the side of the road. On the stone steps. This woman is short in stature, but has a very friendly face. Seeing the tears on my face, she became nervous and took out a tissue to wipe my face and check my injuries. Seeing that a large piece of skin on my foot was bruised and bleeding, she quickly took out a handkerchief and helped me bandage the wound. At this time, she spoke: "Kid, where do you live?" Listening to this kind voice, I casually replied: "Just in front..." So, she took me home. Because I was still young at that time, I didn't know how to say thank you. When I got home, I limped into the house without paying attention to her.
I thought that I had also witnessed people falling down on the road, but turned a blind eye; I met poor beggars, but cast them with contempt. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that I was so insignificant compared with that helpful woman.
"This is the call of the heart, this is the dedication of love, this is the spring breeze of the world, this is the source of life. In the desert without heart, in the wasteland without love, death is also afraid of happiness. Flowers are blooming everywhere. Ah, as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world..." This is a song that will never be forgotten - "Devotion of Love". Whenever this song rings in my ears, I can't help but think of this incident.
Love is the call of the soul.
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Sadness is so beautiful
The unimaginable cruelty unfolds in front of our eyes, as if someone took a knife, found the weakest and most defenseless part of us, and gently pierced it. Then it was pulled out, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and then it was inserted again, until the pain finally became numb, the present became blurred, and the future became unknown to anyone. The sentences that I once thought were impossible are now so real, without the reality of language.
At 8:30 in the evening on the 11th day of the second lunar month, my mother passed away, and she will live in my heart forever. Unable to accept things, terrible helplessness, fearful hysteria, calling mother over and over again, my whole heart hurts to the point of numbness, the heartache that I can't face, the reluctance that I can't face, just Such unscrupulous beatings hit the undefended heart, and the fragile one didn't know how to resist. Only then did he realize that the weakest part deep in his heart was so vulnerable. Only then did he realize that he loved sadness from the bottom of his heart.
Sad melody, sad words, and even sad pictures, it turns out that they are so similar and consistent with the sad heart that they can't tell one from the other.
In the middle of the night, accompanied by the cold moonlight, accompanied by sad melody, sad words are written, sad tears are shed, and the faint light lengthens the sad figure. Loneliness and helplessness are so real, but I found that this moment turned out to be so comfortable.
Under the quiet sky, I just listen to the sad music quietly, I am immersed in the sadness and do not want to wake up, and I interpret the sadness with words.
Inheriting my mother’s calm state of mind and smiling at everything turns out to be so true. The pity that no words can describe, the reluctance that no words can describe, are intertwined with each other.
Youth is just a sad scenery.
Happiness is not the whole pursuit. Simplicity is the essence of life. Serious experience, serious relief, serious life, simple days are the true meaning. Sadness is not bad, sad , so real, so beautiful.
To be calm does not mean to be patient, but to be indifferent, to be unfazed by favors and humiliations, to watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, to stay and go without any intention, to smile and watch the clouds rolling in the sky.
What is true love and what is happiness in this world, but it turns out that they are all like passing clouds. There is only a touch of sadness, a touch of thoughts, a touch of missing you under the blue sky, accompanied by a touch of melody,
Mom, dear mother.
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Black and white, so beautiful
A desk lamp at dusk, a roll of rice paper filled with fragrant ink, a dignified and dark inkstone, and a foot of soft and delicate brush. At this moment, I picked up my pen and wrote quickly, leaving lines of neat facial and body sunspots on the snow-white rice paper. Suddenly, I was shocked by this world full of black and white, and a lot of emotions came to my heart.
Drunk and confused, the scene of studying when I was a child is still vivid in my mind, as if it is a dream, and it seems like yesterday. The picture that came to my mind reminded me of my feelings when I first started school, which was curiosity, ignorance, and fun. At that time, I was keen on holding a brush aimlessly and practicing calligraphy as I pleased. No, to be precise, it was graffiti. I still didn't know the profound meaning of calligraphy, and with three minutes of enthusiasm, I accidentally opened the door of calligraphy.
At first, my interest in black and white was extremely high, but as time went by, black and white became synonymous with boring and boring. Yes, who doesn’t want to live in a colorful world and who doesn’t want new and exciting things to happen every day? But at that time, I could only lower my head and face my black and white world. I gradually regretted my choice of calligraphy. The black lines on the white rice paper are so pale and weak in my eyes, but I have to face simple repetition every day. The big character of Yan Ti has become a hatred in my heart, and I think it is a torture and punishment to me. Those square, majestic characters made me breathless. Black and white, what a hateful color.
Black and white took over my monotonous childhood. When I entered junior high school, I was almost numb to calligraphy. I no longer felt hatred or joy. I have become accustomed to seeing him as a part of my life, as ordinary as eating and sleeping. But perhaps it is true that love grows over time. It was only when I was forced to stop learning calligraphy in the third year of junior high that I discovered that I had an inseparable attachment to it. Perhaps with the passage of time and the development of my thoughts, I have a deep understanding of it. I found that I was immersed in calligraphy. As Li Qingzhao said, "I am intoxicated and I don't know the way back." I was conquered by a touch of black and white. The upright style of the large characters and the principle of black and white have clearly left an imprint on my heart. There is a hint of beauty here.
I accidentally read the life story of Yan Zhenqing from the newspaper. He took the initiative to surrender at the age of seventy and seventy, but was unexpectedly imprisoned. He was coerced and loyal to others. I finally understood why his words were upright, upright, and full of awe-inspiring righteousness. In fact, this is not a reflection of his high integrity, loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, and his lack of fear of righteousness throughout his life. How could I not know that the words are just like what the person said. I woke up from a dream and suddenly realized that learning a book is not only about learning its writing style and chapter structure, but also about the spirit behind it, as well as the principles and righteousness of life.
The way to learn calligraphy is the way to be a human being. Only when you have a noble personality and have principles and ethics can you write good calligraphy. Black and white show nobility and dignity here, and the principles of right and wrong are also like black and white. Black and white are the rules of my life.
After a moment of thought, I returned to reality. I understood my pursuit more clearly. When I lowered my head, I saw that the black and white colors were so beautiful and shocking!