Frustration is also beautiful
Frustration is also a kind of beauty, but only a few people can perceive its color. Frustration can only be a stumbling block for the weak. They only know how to go around it when they encounter it again, but they should not just step on it under their feet. Someone once said: The crown of honor in the world is woven from thorns. How many promising people in ancient and modern times at home and abroad have never suffered any setbacks? U.S. President Lincoln failed in business at the age of 22, had a mental breakdown at the age of 27, failed to seek congressional nomination at the age of 34, and failed to run for vice president at the age of 46... Failures and setbacks have tempered this century's great man, and his ups and downs have created his glory. If he failed to recover when he suffered the first setback, then would there be anyone in the world who is a stupid boy like Lincoln?
There is an old saying in China: "A diseased clam turns into a pearl." If pearls are the crystallization of hard work, success is the reward we deserve after enduring setbacks. Just like climbing a mountain, when you overcome fatigue halfway up the mountain, and when you choose to persevere when you regret it, what awaits you will be the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain that "will be the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance".
Frustration is everywhere. No one’s life is always smooth and smooth. Life without setbacks is incomplete. Natural disasters, man-made disasters, one's own shortcomings, or just a math problem. People all hope for "smooth sailing" and "everything goes as they wish", but that is just people's yearning and hope. Frustration is a part of our lives. From the time we start walking, learning to speak, and learning to write, we have come all the way through setbacks and grown by overcoming setbacks. It will hinder our progress, but without it, we will not be strong, without it, we will not have fighting spirit, without it, we will not be able to gain a foothold in society. Frustration, isn’t it beautiful?
Frustration is a breeze that clears our minds. Frustration is the oil in the lamp, giving us the fuel to make progress. Frustration is the match that lights the candle, igniting the hope of progress. Frustration is the piece of cake. The paving bricks pave the way to success for us. Frustration is also a kind of beauty.
The sunset is also beautiful
When you wake up early in the morning, you find that the sun is rising in the east, and you have to regret that you missed the majesty of the sunrise; one day it drizzles, and you suddenly realize that spring is coming. One day, I went out to enjoy the apricot blossoms, only to find that the flowers had withered, leaving only the remaining red flowers dancing in the air. You can't help but regret that you missed the blooming apricot blossoms...
You are a literati, and this small and inadvertent miss in life has been outlined by you as a poetic frustration. With a slightly frown, you look at me It vents a literati’s unreasonable and unclear sorrow and resentment. In the emotions of literati, the misty and rainy reverie after missing something, the sadness chewed by drizzle after missing something are all beautiful, the lingering desolation, the beauty of loneliness that seems to exist and not exist.
When you wake up early in the morning, you find that the sun is rising in the east, and you regret missing the majesty of the sunrise. You secretly tell yourself that you must get up early tomorrow to watch the majestic sunrise; one day it is drizzling and falling, and you suddenly realize that spring is coming. You go out to enjoy the apricot blossoms, but you see that the flowers have withered, leaving the remaining red dancing slowly in the sky. You seriously remind yourself that when you come to see spring, you must leave room for observation and never miss the bright spring scenery again...
You are a worldly person, and you know how to turn the melancholy of missing out into a force. , prompting you to make up for your previous mistakes. In the minds of the world, a mistake is a mistake, and mistakes need to be corrected. So you buried your head and refused to show me your face. You only focused on repenting and correcting.
When you wake up early in the morning, you find that the sun is rising in the east, and you regret missing the majesty of the sunrise. You smile slightly, just waiting for the beauty and splendor of the sunset. One day it's drizzling, and you suddenly realize that spring is here. You go out to enjoy the apricot blossoms, only to find that the flowers have faded, and the red remains are dancing in the air. You smile slightly and wait for the summer when "the lotus flowers will be extraordinarily red against the sun".
You are a philosopher. In the face of miss, you have the sad beauty and restless resistance, but they are very light. You adjust your eyes slightly and you see a picture. Such a moving scene, you smiled at me and said to me: "Isn't the sunset also beautiful?"
The scholar frowned and told me: "Missing it is also a kind of beauty.
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But the literati made a mistake. They regarded missing as beauty, which was just a deception of their own good intentions. It was just the pretense of being noble by young girls who were not familiar with the world. How could missing be beautiful?
The world told me with a straight face: "If you miss it, it will give you the strength to rise up. ”
The philosopher and I sat on the top of the mountain, bathing in the gentle breeze of the summer evening. The brilliant sunset filled the western sky, and a river sun slowly sank.
The sunset is also very beautiful.
Imperfect but beautiful Mao Renyuan
The little chick with a yellowish mouth said: "Mom, I'm so sorry, you wish I was an eagle, an eagle flying in the blue sky, However, I am just a chicken, a chicken with wings but unable to fly. I can only leave a small silhouette on the grass.
The dull flying goose said: "Dad, I'm so sorry. You wanted me to be a butterfly, a butterfly that shuttles among the flowers. However, I am just a moth, a butterfly that knows how to fly." The moth is flying but dusty, I am just a passer-by among the flowers. ”
The bitter and ugly Zhi Zhi said: “Tiandi, I’m so sorry. You wanted me to be an orange, a bright red orange, but I’m just a green Zhi orange. The fruits on the branches, I can only look at the oranges from a distance. ”
The full moon is a painting, and the waning moon is poetry. Each moon has its own charm. The full moon is rich and moist, making people feel infinitely beautiful. The waning moon is curved with degrees, two silver arcs. The harmony of heaven and earth, the mystery of mathematics, and the elusiveness and unpredictable changes of life's variables are naturally contained in the opening and closing of the sky. It is naturally a kind of broad beauty to look at the cloudy and rainy sky. The huge sky is like a strange robe on a witch, gloomy and dark, and the good mood is ruined by the rain. How about walking in the rain with an umbrella and listening to the rain hitting the banana trees, chanting "Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricots in the deep alley in the morning." "Flowers" take a look at the old streets of the ancient town, feel the subtle state of mind of "the four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many towers are in the mist and rain", and take a look at the grass in the rain. Is it also "the color of the grass looks far away but is not there"? On a rainy day It also has its own unique taste.
Looking at the ancient inscriptions, due to the passage of time and the erosion of wind and rain, the originally elegant fonts have been polished and mottled, and the strokes are broken and intermittent, but calligraphy reviews say that : “Although the font is broken, the charm is full and complete. "Perhaps without a layer of royal coating on the outside, the inner power and charm of writing will be fully revealed.
We pursue perfection and can only accept half of perfection. In fact, this world is a half-and-half world. Half the sky, half the earth; half good, half evil; half incomplete, half perfect; half pure, half dirty.
Tolerate the imperfections, and you will have a perfect world.
Discover the same. A Kind of Beauty Liu Jianting
Rodan, the master of aesthetics, once said: "Beauty is everywhere. For our eyes, it is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. ”
When it is covered with ice and snow, we need a fire to keep warm; when the night is dark and boundless, we need a little starlight to illuminate; when the future is unclear, we need a lamp to point the way; March is full of excitement. When flowers are hidden, we need a pair of eyes to discover them.
A small apple made Newton discover the gravity of the earth, and a thin lens made Bath discover bacteria. If there is a lack of discovery, it is wonderful. How can things be revealed?
There is Bole, and then there is a thousand-mile horse. There are always thousand-mile horses, but Bole is not always there. Because of Bole's discovery, the talent of the thousand-mile horse can be revealed. Liu Bei visited the thatched cottage three times. Please ask Zhuge Liang to come out, so Zhuge Liang's name will remain in history forever. , Parallel died in a stable, Zhuge Liang's talent and wisdom will not be strangled in the lonely mountains and forests, the eyes for discovery are always there, but the heart for discovery is not always there.
Discovery is also a kind of beauty. It will make you know that beauty is in the splendid palaces, beside the blown-up bridges, in the fragrant flowers, in the candlelight beating in the wind, It can also be found on the otherworldly Venus statue, which allows you to dig deep into your hidden talents. In the future, Bole will always be there, and Chollima will be more often there, and people will gradually learn to discover it.
Discovery is also a kind of beauty, which will lead people to awaken their deep eyes, discover and feel.
Failure is also beautiful Li Meng
Failure. In ancient times, Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin, which was what the people wanted, but failed to succeed, which made the world regretful for the rest of his life. Mr. Sun Yat-sen was determined to create A socialist country, but when success was already in sight, it was pushed to the bottom by failure, so that people in the society were poor and shed tears of sadness. Failure is cruel, but it also sparkles with charm. But because of the rise of Jing Ke, a generation of people with lofty ideals, and because of Mr. Sun Yat-sen, Chairman Mao Zedong’s great move to create China was possible.
Failure has two sides, one is negative and the other is positive. The key lies in yourself. No one can make you feel humble without your own consent. Failure is terrible. When you fail, you Your life will be shrouded in a dark cloud, so no matter how cheerful you are, it is undeniable that it does not exist. We are confused. We are faced with two paths. One is to escape from everything and take one step at a time. The other is to walk out of our confusion, take a deep breath and forget about the shadow of failure. It seems that this choice is So simple, but every choice is a kind of life. Life is in our own hands. We cannot give it to failure. We should rather be a tortoise in the right direction than a rabbit in the wrong direction. At this time, we will get up and look at it. Go ahead and be firm with every step you take. The most stupid thing about people is not not discovering the trap in front of them, but falling into it again for the second time. Therefore, after failure, some people are not silent but should be unwilling. No one can change the status quo. Some people just turn their unwillingness into strength to change their fate next time. The real strong man is not a person without tears, but a person with tears in his eyes. People who run in tears.
Life is not the dance we expected. Now that failure has come, we should dance gracefully. Now that failure has come, we should face reality, make practical decisions, and then gain success. The saddest thing in life is , It’s not that we lost too much yesterday, but that we are still immersed in yesterday’s sorrow today. The heavier the load, the deeper the footprints left. Failure is cruel, but it is also beautiful. We must learn to live a life of forgetfulness and wait until one day Wake up, fossil.
Letting go is also beautiful Teresa Teng
Flowers long for the moisture of rain and dew, but heavy rain will knock off countless petals. Seedlings long for the warmth of the sun, but the scorching sun will always make them dry. , the small trees long for the caress of the spring breeze, but the howling wind will break their branches... We long for the protection of love, but heavy love sometimes becomes a burden. Bird wings are tied with the gold of love, Where can I spread my wings and fly?
When we were children, we always held our parents’ hands tightly and never let go easily, but slowly, our hands that were once closely held by our parents were slowly separated. No longer so dependent on parents, I have my own personality, my own ideas, and the desire to be independent.
Our parents planned the future for us, but they did not ask us what we thought. In their eyes, we always need protection. We are a child who is not deeply involved in the world, but when we see the world around us, even though we are small, we are It is the precursor of adulthood. So don’t think that we are incapable or underestimate us because we are still young. We understand the good intentions of our parents and have designed our future path so that we can avoid detours and wrong paths in the future. But why not put us through exercise. Even if the tree-lined path is followed by the top of a cliff, even if the path chosen is the prelude to greater pain, even if the road covered with thorns will make people bruised and bruised, I believe that after experiencing the pain and suffering in life, there will be sand gulls flying together. If the sky and water are the same color, it will be a broad road covered with flowers.
So please let go, let us fight hard, roll on the muddy road, and stand in the wind and rain. There will definitely be better development and a better life.
So please let me go and let me fight in the wind and rain. Sometimes letting go is also a kind of beauty.
Sorrow is also a kind of beauty. Lin Shengbing
The wheels of history have rolled over the blue marks, opening up the dusty history of thousands of years, shaking the traces of history, and the achievements of the predecessors still shine with poignancy. aura.
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Sorrowful thoughts are the thousands of miles of yellow sand left behind the beautiful lady; sad thoughts are the thousands of layers of mist floating on the frozen river; Sad thoughts, sad thoughts are the high songs lingering in the rolling waves, hundreds of chants.
Yellow Sand·Crossing the Fortress·Tears of Homesickness
“The tears in her eyes are shining and the flowers are silent, and the red flowers fly over the swing.” Her eyes full of homesickness tears scattered in the long yellow sand, She will become a hero who will be remembered forever in history, but only who knows that behind this fleeting name, there will be a lifetime of tears of homesickness. The barbarian Western Region, the social landscape is changing because of her arrival, and her Western Going out of Yangguan also made the frontier fortress stable and peaceful for a long time.
Under the influence of melancholy, with tears of homesickness in her eyes, Zhaomei people embarked on the ancient road to the barbarian land on their mission to the Western Regions. The yellow sand danced lightly in the strong wind, singing and weeping. But the beauty is still there, and later generations have many eulogies to praise Zhaojun.
Canghai · White Sail · Difficulty Traveling
"I can't eat when I stop my cup and throw chopsticks. I draw my sword and look around with my heart at a loss." He is free and unrestrained, he is dissolute, he is unruly. In the third year of Tianbao, "the imperial concubine polished her ink" "The strong man takes off his shoes." After all the scenery, Tang Xuanzong's eyes dimmed. Taibai, who was always addicted to wine, faced the "ten thousand fights" worth of wine worth ten thousand delicacies, but it was difficult to swallow, "Stop the cup and chopsticks" "Drawing the sword, I looked around at the pain and hatred in my heart, and still firmly believed that I will definitely make the villain who is so eager to follow others get the punishment he deserves.
Li Taibai, guided by melancholy, with firm faith, is willing to ride the long wind and break thousands of miles of waves. The white sails on the sea are moving and stopping in the waves, but the beauty is still there. Later generations will write poems about it. The name of the immortal is crowned.
The blood and tears have been blown away by the wind of history. The seeds of our predecessors may be sad, strong, sad or beautiful, and they will always be engraved in our hearts, with a touch of sadness and a strong sense of beauty.
Giving up is also a kind of beauty. Qin Dongjie
Facing every challenge in life, facing up to the difficulties and moving forward courageously is commendable; in fact, giving up is also a kind of beauty when facing difficulties. .
Life is like a river, rapids, dangers and obstacles will come unexpectedly. If you are fragile, you will lose your life at any time. Instead of dying miserably in difficulties, why not choose to give up? We must believe that "if you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood."
Life is like a high mountain. Everyone is climbing to the top out of breath with their luggage on their backs, begging to try " You can feel the beauty of being at the top of the mountain and seeing all the small mountains. But stupid people, why don’t you stop and enjoy the beautiful scenery on the mountainside? Why don't you choose to abandon it and find your own flowers, plants and trees on the mountainside? At that time, you will be surprised to find that the scenery on the mountainside is actually intoxicating. It turns out that giving up is also a kind of beauty.
I remember one time when I was reading "Happy Dictionary", there was a very lucky respondent who had answered nine questions correctly and had used up all three ways to ask for help. When Wang Xiaoyabu said: " Continue?"
He replied decisively: "No, I choose to give up."
At this time, I was stunned, Wang Xiaoya was stunned, and no one thought. He said that he would choose to give up, especially in front of the national audience, but he said: "My dream has come true. I have tried my best to achieve my dream. Now, I have achieved my success. Giving up the game was the wisest choice for me."
In the end, he left the field with a smile on his face.
Yes, people should learn to give up while being aggressive. Because the swallows have gone, but they will come again; the willows have withered, but they will look again; the peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again... Not everyone can succeed. If you know how to give up in life, you will get more.
The waning moon is also beautiful Deng Qinying
Throughout the ages, many good and evil, love and hate, union and separation have been interpreted.
——Inscription
The frozen purple moon climbed up the mountain, and the bright red peony in my heart was also dyed lavender, cold and pale. The moon in the pond is like a sickle, piercing people's hearts, but what overflows is flowing sorrow. The person under the moon, dressed in white as snow, is on the side of the water. "Every time I look at the moon, I feel sad. I look at the moon and the moon moves me without moving." It's like a complaint, like a song, like a poem...
Diao Chan, who has black silk around her waist, is dressed in plain clothes, looking at the incomplete In the moon, tears fell with the petals falling one by one. It froze the aloofness that dominated the world and overturned the heroes from all walks of life in the Three Kingdoms. She is better than countless swords, swords, and shadows, and she is better than a hundred thousand elite soldiers. She turned Dong Zhuo and his son against each other. But she finally said goodbye to the hero in tears. A history of country and family hatred, love and hatred intertwined, separation and sorrow. People can't help but sigh for it, but the legendary story of Diaochan Lu Bu is like a beautiful and sad longing in people's hearts, her crying, her separation, like the broken moon in the sky, which makes people heartache and pity.
Although Diao Chan became a plaything in the hands of others, Xi Shi’s soul was broken by the West Lake and her life ended. Zhaojun married the Huns and stayed away from her hometown. Concubine Yang looked to the horizon and died in Maweipo. But that radiant look back is fixed in the eternity of beauty, interpreting the connotation of a peerless beauty. "Since ancient times, beauties have had a bad life." Perfect things are always short-lived, as light as bubbles, and fleeting.
The moon on the 15th day is indeed round and bright, but if you are used to seeing the round sun during the day, the crescent moon at starry night can evoke the poetic and picturesque feeling deep in the soul. Life is more exciting because of its ups and downs, joys and sorrows. Without sorrow and separation, everything seems dull. There is no laughter when there is joy, there is no joy when together.
Because, the full moon is painting, and the waning moon is poetry.
Regret is also a kind of beauty Xie Xiaoting
Nine out of ten things in life are unsatisfactory. Regret is always around like a shadow. Since it cannot be reversed, why not admit it and try Savor it and experience the fullness of it.
Spring is about to pass, and the beautiful flowers slowly wither, wither, and disappear into the air. Maybe you will feel sad and cry. Why can't a beautiful flower last forever? Maybe you will think, but why don't you think about it, people are born, old, sick, and die, and they can never come back to life after death, but after the flower withers, it will bloom again in the spring of the next year, and you will also remember this Planting flowers, isn’t this kind of regret beautiful?
In the hot summer, the sun is scorching the earth, and the cicadas are also "dissipating heat." In such weather, many people go to the river to swim. The lake surface illuminated by the sun is sparkling, and the reflected light is very dazzling. The cool water of the river makes everyone cheer. Maybe you regret not going to the river to swim and experience the coolness. You don’t have to be like this, because you see that the people who come here are so happy, and you should also gain vision. Satisfied, you see the purest and most beautiful side of some people without restraints. Isn’t regret also beautiful?
In autumn, the branches are covered with heavy fruits, and you can reach out and touch the tempting fragrance everywhere. But your favorite fruit is not available, and you can’t help but feel a little regretful. This large area of ??fruit Still can't satisfy your mouth? Maybe there is a fruit among them that you think is more delicious than your favorite fruit.
In the snowy winter, there is always a chill around you. When there is no snow, you regret that there is no snow to build a snowman. Only regret can bring shock. If you think about it carefully, it will be the most unforgettable thing in your life. Yes, it is often a pity. A philosopher once said: A life without regrets is the most regretful. Regret is also a kind of beauty and another kind of perfection. Only smart people will find that incompleteness is unfortunate, but not a fault. Incompleteness is regretful, but not sad. Regret Inspire your inspiration, enlighten your mind, and inspire your pursuit, just like people must go into darkness in order to obtain light.
Regret is actually beautiful.
Relief is a kind of beauty Hu Chencheng
Many times, I believe that liberation is actually a kind of beauty.
"The Ming Dynasty was full of troubles" and the official career was difficult, but it was a relief to have a thorough understanding of the officialdom.
"I smile to the sky, keeping my liver and gallbladder." The reform failed, and giving up on the dark society is a kind of relief. "No one has died in life since ancient times, and I keep my loyalty to illuminate history." The mountains and rivers are broken, and I have no hope for the great rivers and mountains. Yearning is a kind of relief.
Who says this kind of relief is not beautiful?
Follow the traces of history to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. The seven heroes are fighting for hegemony, the beacon fire is endless, the air is filled with the smell of smoke, and you can even smell the smell of blood. The troops of the Qin Dynasty came to the city of Chu. The people in the main hall of the Chu Dynasty were in panic, and everyone was afraid to avoid this. However, by the Miluo River where the autumn wind was blowing, there was a man wearing a long gown, which was fluttering in the autumn wind. With a little starlight in his eyes, he looked southward, looking at the unbroken rivers and mountains of the motherland, and drew out the sword he carried with him. The sword shone with a cold light. The rustling autumn wind blew the reeds, and there was a sound of falling water, and ripples appeared on the water. Only the sword was still shining coldly on the shore.
Qu Yuan went and was freed from the dark officialdom and broken rivers and mountains. In my opinion, this kind of freedom through death is beautiful and great.
“You will be a hero in life, and you will be a hero in death.” The tears of Bird River are the tears of Overlord. The setting sun spreads over the river like rain. By the river, there is a big red horse behind him, holding a sword in his right hand and a spear in his left hand. He is surrounded by enemies and has no face to face the Jiangdong elders. Wearing a military uniform, the cloak behind his back was fluttering in the wind. Standing in the knee-deep river, the tears of a generation of overlords also dripped into the river. Weep for the soldiers, weep for the elders. Looking up to the sky and roaring, he picked up his sword and poured it into the water. Drops of blood flowed into the river and into the distance. Looking at the endless setting sun from a distance, it looks even more bloody.
Xiang Yu went away and was freed from the bloody conflict between Chu and Han. Although this kind of freedom was not known at the time, future generations were moved by it.
Some people are addicted to the society of power, while others are swimming in the world of money. "Life is precious and we know each other, why bother with money and money." Doesn't the labor of writing documents never hurt?
Sometimes, relief is a kind of beauty.
Silence is also a kind of beauty Luo Xinhua
For life, it is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery.
The earth is warming up, the rivers are thawing, and the morning breeze is gentle. You must feel the beauty. The birds are chirping, the branches and leaves are rustling, and the creek is gurgling. You must be hearing the beauty. Children are playing, young men are handsome, and old people are wise. , you must have seen the beauty.
A woman in a French family can eat peas with a knife and deliver them to her mouth accurately, while others can only use a fork.
Once upon a time, a group of troubled people came here. There were guests in this family almost every day, and this family was very diligent. They had all kinds of vegetables and prepared an extra set of tableware for every meal.
The husband was busy in the cupboard when he suddenly noticed a man wandering outside the door, so he shouted to his wife: "There are guests again today, please prepare an extra set of tableware!"
The embarrassed homeless man sat gently on the edge of the chair, lowered his head shyly, and put his hat on his lap. After saying their blessings, they were ready to have dinner.
Everyone was waiting. As a courtesy, he had to wait for the guest to take the first bite. He was probably starving. He was holding a knife in his hand and didn't even notice that everyone was looking at him. The knife stretched out to the pea in front of him, put it tremblingly into his mouth, and ate the pea with the knife! The two sisters covered their mouths and snickered, but he didn't notice it as he ate the peas one knife at a time.
The father glanced at them, put down his fork, then picked up the table knife, reached for the plate in front of him, and tried to hold the peas with the table knife, but fell down several times. A father didn't give up until he managed to put a pea into his mouth.
My father never picked up his fork again that night because the wanderer never used a fork. He knows how to maintain the self-esteem of the person in front of him, and how to make a person feel comfortable in a strange environment and facing a table of strangers.
Mother, no more talking, the whole family stopped talking, looked at the two little daughters lovingly, and stretched the knife into the pea plate.
Giving the best charity to a person is not as simple as giving a hand, but showing respect and acceptance from the heart. And here they choose to remain silent, which shows their beauty.
Passing away is also a kind of beauty
You don’t have the wings to catch up with the sun and the moon, so you choose this small sky; you don’t fight with the blue sky or the white clouds The power of dance, so you are with the green lantern; there is no scream that cuts through the sky, so you turn the figure flying under the lamp into notes flowing between the lines of the poet...
The passing of a moth is beautiful. Everyone says that a moth flies into the fire to nothing. Others say that it is in pursuit of light and warmth. I think so many moths are coming one after another. Don’t they know that this means death? ?
Life, in my eyes, is a most beautiful word. With life, I can appreciate the magnificence of the "golden soldiers and iron horses, the mighty army"; only then can I feel the freshness of the "small bridges and flowing water, the bright moon shining brightly", and can I taste the "dead bodies everywhere and the blood flowing in the river" "The desolation. But why did the moth choose "death"? Is death the best continuation of life? I do not understand.
I like to hear other people tell the story of Ji Kang, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest. The era that Ji Kang lived in was a confusing and confusing era. The sun at that time, the sunset was more beautiful than the sunrise. Before his execution, Ji Kang did not try his best to enjoy himself like other prisoners so that he would "leave no regrets" in the last few days of his life. Nor was he disheartened and despairing like some others. He took out his lyre and played his masterpiece "Guangling San". The light sound of the piano flowed from his fingers, like petals of falling flowers, and Ji Kang's soul left with "Guangling San".
Sometimes, I often wonder: Why did God let us die if he created us? Let us be released in the torrent of history! As everyone knows, limited life is precisely the priceless treasure. Faced with a short life, some people are filled with the ambition and pride of "I am confident that in two hundred years of life, I will be able to swim three thousand miles in the water", while others are filled with the sadness of "many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed at", thinking " "Life is short, just like a white horse giving birth to a gap." No matter how hard a generation works, it is bound to "sunset over the mountains, and illness will return to the underworld." They cannot see the meaning of life, so they live a miserable life.
In fact, limited life can also create the eternity of life. In the vast world, among all living beings, many people have exchanged their efforts during life for "eternity". A righteous and vigorous death, death does not mean "eternity". "Woolen cloth?