Where is life unhappy? The essay 1 is happy, and it is "Don't be surprised, look at Bloom's flowers in front of the court; Unintentionally staying and looking at the romantic life of celebrities in the sky is the leisure of "going through the motions without a boat" and the detachment and freedom of "I will go to the water to stop my path and then sit and watch Yun Qi".
"The taste of the world is pleasure", but not everyone can have Su Dongpo's attitude towards life that he doesn't like things and doesn't care about himself. Some people say that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, but I don't know how many people in this materialistic world can not be indifferent.
I wonder how many people have made many blessings with this sentence. True and pure love, friendship and affection are often pushed back again and again by vanity, money and power in real life. At this time, people will ask themselves, can I go back? I have been in the Gobi desert for half my life, and the wind and sand of the years have worn away my tender face and innocent heart. I am no longer a teenager, I am full of vicissitudes. I saw desolation, I saw hunger and cold, I saw absurd sincerity, I saw trampled self-esteem ... You taught me how to enjoy the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing the South Mountain leisurely". I always want to live, or live meaningfully, in this era of cool thin, which is more popular than troubled times.
We can't live in Xanadu, we are all bits of stone chips in this bustling city. It is important to work hard because it is not important enough. I don't want to be detached, I just want to keep my heart.
May the scars left by thorns all the way be as beautiful as totems, may the skin worn by wind and sand ooze blood all the way to promote the rebirth of the body, and may you and I be in the upcoming oasis, smiling and embracing each other sincerely. Life is full of joys and sorrows.
Chun Er, an ancient town, came earlier, so he broke the cold silence in winter by flying, or realized the true meaning of the world on a cold morning.
At the end of all drowsiness, it often wakes up alone with excitement. Looking around, the cloudless sky in Wan Li is white and flawless. Sometimes a little egret falls lightly from the sky, for fear of breaking the harmonious scene of this school. I don't know when, the faint fog spread quietly from Shan Ye, avoiding all the colorful colors and intoxicating incense. The ashes burned by the breeze are blown down and scattered on the mountains, and the distant green hills will be hazy. In the picture of harmony and nature, all creatures seem to be awake, and the whole world is dreamy and illusory. Suddenly, an antique covered bridge appeared, spanning the white foam river, standing tall, revealing a clank of iron. The unique and symmetrical architectural style makes people shine, and the perfect combination of bluestone rubble and ancient trees is particularly dazzling, just like an unyielding gesture.
Woo-hoo, long songs and calls resounded through the sky, the ancient town spread out happily, the mist gradually dispersed, the breeze blew gently, and the faint and comfortable pastoral atmosphere came head-on, blowing to every corner of the ancient town, blowing to the lush trees on the river bank, pushing aside the misty gauze and sticking out shyly. Ye Er is lush. It snuggled comfortably against the jagged branches. They don't move, just like one after another. The bridge faintly flew over the river, and the bodies piled with stones did not move. When abandoned, the wind and frost blew on the young face, but it did not erase its fiery heart. It stared at me and whispered. In this quiet place, it is its own school.
Far away from the town, He Lin is a typical western Sichuan folk house: Diaojiaolou. This building is like a glittering and translucent star falling in the mountains and rivers. Look carefully, bright white walls and dark brown wood are scattered, and antique wooden structures are embedded in the earth walls. The collision of brown and red erased the striking wind in the world. Even if history finally turns around and disappears, Gu Lou still sings the ancient times silently. The middle bridge on the river is another channel for villagers to cross the river.
On a quiet morning, running water is patient and unwilling to escape from this world. The river is like a calm celestial mirror, reflecting the ancient legend of this powerful world. Although there is no grand atmosphere between ginger and fields, there is a free and easy and peaceful look. I haven't known the good times for a long time. The villagers walked on the small bridge in twos and threes, and dispersed. They were not in a hurry and made an appointment with some good friends.
The ancient town is like an old man in the long river of years, with white hair on his temples, gully on his face and pure eyes. He watched it for a long time, and my lonely heart in troubled times could not wait for peace.
What happened to life? Essay 3 Spring has come, can summer be far behind? Before the solstice of summer comes, I want to invite three or two people to watch a hearty love, listen to the singing of spring birds, taste fragrant teas, taste good wine and even get drunk. Peach flies away, burning its splendor, and all the peaches and plums buried in the sea of books will take out a carefree feather fan and spend the summer solstice, laughing that this is about to die for three years!
The city is free and the heart is wandering. I'm afraid to leave this temporary shelter. I don't know where I will go in the future. After all, I can't. I'm free and easy. I laughed at my smallness.
I never gave up my life and stumbled all the way to become what I am now; I never calm down when I'm crazy. I should be bound to spend my youth and even my life. I am also afraid that I will dry up and wither one day, so I still keep my original innocent appearance in my heart and don't let it dry up and die. All the beauty is just right. I sing and dance, and the rhythm of every step beats my heart. Although I am calm on the surface, there is an undercurrent in my heart. When the stars pass by, a grain of sand or a stone will ripple in my heart lake.
Along the way, I can't make ends meet and grasp the beauty around me. I only get close to people I admire, and I only say things that are pleasing to the eye. People are eager to experience passion, and I enjoy it. I don't want to see it, and I will never be disturbed by them.
The first time I saw Qing Huan in Xue Xiaochan's speech, I felt that I had an indissoluble bond with it. Later, in Lin Qingxuan's pen, I heard that "a person smells delicious and is very happy". I am not a fairy or a talented woman. I am just a daughter, and I have become a daughter. I met this world by chance. Why should we be satisfied?
Time has become a river, destroying the Qin brick and the Han tile. In the old society, there were only high mountains and flowing water. No matter where I am wrong, I can't be so sentimental and heartless, so I use a pen to send my trust. ...
Stay alone in the house, holding a cup of fragrant tea, reading Zhang Ailing's novels. My heart rises and falls with the plot and I can't extricate myself. After a long time, my eyes protested. Looking up, the scenery outside the window is just right, the spring is strong, and my thoughts are drifting in a trance. I wonder if I have her courage if I were her. Oh, why do you think so much? I'd better enjoy my immediate pleasure for a while.
Essay 4 What's unhappy in life? For bloom, which is covered by years, all fleeting moments have become blank, leaving only the little happiness hidden in the bottom of my heart with a long aftertaste.
Just like cold light meets hot sun.
When I first entered junior high school, I gradually became a "monster" in the eyes of my classmates. Until that day. ...
I usually go back to my desk on weekdays, only to find that there is a pale pink schoolbag on the seat next to me that has been unoccupied. I happened to be surprised. A petite and lovely girl came skipping to my side. Her dark eyes looked at me, her lips were faint, but her voice was cheerful and bright: "Hello! Classmate, I am your new deskmate. " Then she took my arm affectionately. I was surprised, but I didn't leave. After class, she pestered me and whispered her love for the new school. Looking at her naive and clever appearance, I couldn't help laughing. "Ah, ah, ah, you smiled. You smile so beautifully, like a spring flower ... "She sang happily, and I couldn't help laughing. ...
Meeting you is beyond my expectation. Thanks for life, let us meet. From then on, you lit up this long road for me with a lamp.
My friend, this is the best time of spring in a year.
That night, early spring just arrived, she and I were running on the playground, and our backs were dripping with sweat. She gradually slowed down. I turned around and saw her bending as if looking for something: "Look, here is a flower, very beautiful!" " I couldn't help laughing sarcastically. Are there any beautiful flowers in the ditch next to the playground? She stopped and pulled me up.
But look at it, even in the gutter, you haven't forgotten to hold your head high! After listening to this sentence, I couldn't help looking at this bunch of flowers carefully. Flowers, pale pink, almost transparent, delicate branches trembled and held them above their heads, really looking up at the stars! The direction of Huaer idolize is a kind of weak and tenacious beauty. Some people may see this flower as sparse and desolate, but what she sees is happiness. It doesn't matter whether plants are in autumn or not, as long as they fully bloom in the oblique wind and drizzle, life will certainly continue.
On busy days, we occasionally stop to look at the surrounding scenery. If it is sunny, you will be light; If the wind and rain knock on the window, listen to the sound of the wind ...
sail across the sea
Nowadays, with the increasing pressure of study, we don't have time to get along often. The last report card was sent, and I suffered from waterloo, and I was depressed. She was so thoughtful that she guessed that I might be in a bad mood. During the break, she dragged me to the end of the corridor: "If you are unhappy, cry once. No one here will see you." She looked worried, and I smiled and shook my head, but tears swirled in my eyes like naughty children. "It was just a mistake. Don't worry, I won't cry." She looked at me fixedly: "Yes, it was just a mistake, so don't look back, go forward and look forward, okay?" Looking at her serious appearance, this time, I really smiled. She always touches the tenderest place in my heart. "Shall we refuel together?" She clenched my hand, and I nodded solemnly, remembering the sentence "One day I will sail straight up and cross the deep sea". At that moment, it was like turning on the light, and my heart was suddenly enlightened. Yes, as long as I work hard, as long as I have you, my ship will not get lost even in the storm.
The taste of this world is happiness. Have a cup of tea in hot summer, watch the candle in the wind on a snowy night, watch the sunset in the evening, walk through the Woods where cicadas are singing, and think of friends far away in the middle of the night when pine nuts fall. ...
On the third day, with your back to all the lights, you came to me with a smile, like the sun taking me away from the cold and watching the haze in the morning and evening. ...
Thank you for always having you, and there will be you in the future. Let's go together Time will make us shine.
Once upon a time, "Qing Huan" seemed to exist only in Perilla's poem "The taste of the world is Qing Huan". I really experienced happiness when I returned to my hometown during the Spring Festival that year.
My hometown is in a remote town in the south, where the population is sparse and the air is fresh. Even in February, the trees on the mountain are lush and full of vitality. You can often hear firecrackers in your ears, and there will be a little more flavor here. Shooting is still allowed here.
Pick a sunny day to walk into the mountains and feel happy in the birds singing in the mountains. I don't know how many birds live on the tall broad-leaved trees. They are singing sweetly. The rain a few days ago gradually "ticked" on the broad leaves. The sun shines on the earth along the cracks in the leaves, but it is wet and does not feel cold. Apart from the sound of rain and birds singing, the Woods are surprisingly quiet. There is no noisy music in the city, and there is no "buzzing" sound of the engine. The most discordant thing is the barking of dogs. Everything is so simple.
Go home, wash the bamboo shoots just picked from the mountain, and then go to the field to pick some fresh vegetables. Don't let go of too many condiments. Thick milky white, lush green and exquisite dishes can be described as "delicious on earth", and so can the happiness of perilla. Cooking vegetables without pesticides with the simplest materials is a taste enjoyment. The family sat around the round table, chatting happily, and experiencing the happiness of simple life in the days full of affection.
Before going to bed at night, experience happiness in ancient classics. As the old saying goes, the sound of running water can nourish the ears, the green grass can nourish the eyes, and the reading translation theory can nourish the soul. If you want happiness, you can only hold a classic and understand the simple and complicated truth. The soft light shone on the yellow pages. At sunset, Lao Tzu rode a green cow and told the truth that "goodness is like water" and walked out of Hangu Pass. The way of Confucius and Mencius, under the apricot altar, is the truth of the world. Guiguzi's "chop chop" also hides mystery. ...
People living in modern times have long been hard to find happiness. Eyes should be happy, but without grass and grass, ears should be happy, but without running water and birds singing. I can't help but miss the experience of experiencing happiness. There is no earthly disturbance, no trivial troubles, only the simplest life and the simplest experience.
Qing Huan is drifting away, and the smile is safe. ...