A spring water, it’s another year, and it’s still blowing slightly. Can I take another photo? The spring water thanked me calmly and said: "My friend! I have never left a shadow, not only for you." 20. Independence on the top of the mountain. Does the universe belong to one person? 三三 Flowers in the corner! When you are alone and admiring yourself, the world becomes small. 43. How did spring speak? But her great hidden power has already softened the world so much! 62 I want to hold back the "past" time, but the warp and weft of time have been woven with the thread of "present"! 65 It’s just a lone star! In the boundless darkness, the loneliness of the universe has been written. July 1: When I go and go like a floating cloud, I really feel that the universe is so lonely! 76 Loneliness increases depression; busyness eliminates worries - my friend! Happiness lies in non-stop work! 82 My friend, don’t let the spring breeze deceive you. The color of the flowers is far inferior to the fragrance! 87 Young people! Is it just a review? The world is constantly moving forward. 90 Smart man! In this indifferent world, I can only carry the lamp of "confidence" and carry on in the darkness. 102 My question——My heart is silent in the light. My dream was explained to me in the dark! 112 The bigger the waves get, the greater the happiness of the standing rock in the persistence of silence. 134 Destiny is like the sea breeze - blowing the boat of youth, drifting and twisting through the sea of ??time. 137 Just be silent! In this infinite world, the weak me should only smile and should not let it go. 174. Young man, please write with great care. Time is turning the pages of the book. Please write! Preface to the original work Bingxin, Starry Spring Water, and Stars. On the winter night of 1919, I read Rabindranath Tagore's Stray Birds with my younger brother Bingzhong around the stove. Bingzhong said to me, "Don't you often say that sometimes thoughts are too fragmented and difficult to write into paragraphs?" Well, it can actually be collected like this.
"From then on, I sometimes wrote down the summer of 192 in a small book. My second brother, Uncle Bing, dug out this small book from the stack of books. He read it again and wrote the word "Stars". On the first page, in the autumn of 1921, my little brother Bingji said, "Sister! Can these little stories of yours be printed on paper?" I wrote the last paragraph and published it in pieces two years ago. The thoughts of three children have been appraised by the preface of (Stars), which is this ice heart. Nine One One Nine Two One Stars One Star twinkling - How could one hear their conversation in the deep blue space? In the silence, in the dim light, they deeply praised each other. I praise my second childhood! It is a dream that is truly real. It is a tearful smile in memory that trembles for thirty thousand hectares - the moon rises on the edge of the dark island, the source of life and the place of death! Four little brothers! I Three stars of light and joy in the soul, tender and indescribable children in the depths of the soul! How profoundly painted are the five darknesses, the depths of the soul, the depths of the universe, the resting place in brilliant light, the six mirrors facing each other, reflecting the reverse If it feels unnatural, it's better to turn it over. The only ones who are awake are lonely and angry people! Listening to the sound of fortune-telling gongs, knocking the fate of the world, the remaining flowers are decorated on the branches, the birds fly away, and the ground is scattered with red - Is life also such a glimpse? Jiu Meng'er is the one who can't hide it the most! Clearly and honestly telling you the secrets and worries in your soul - the green Ya'er said to the young man, "Develop yourself!" The pale flowers say to the young people, "Dedicate yourself!" The crimson fruits say to the young people, "Sacrifice yourself!"