The past, relieved that "the world of mortals is like smoke, and it is torture to bring it up again." Sitting under the lamp, distracting thoughts are reborn, and the past scenes emerge. Learn to let go, and people will really mature. Huang Tingjian is a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, and he is also called "Su Huang" with Su Shi. He was born into a noble family. At the age of seven, he was able to write poems and was called a child prodigy.
Entering the court, Huang Tingjian's career is booming. Who knows, disaster fell from the sky, relatives died one after another, were calculated in the workplace and were exiled to Sichuan. Huang Tingjian didn't take it to heart. He devoted himself to writing poems and lyrics and learning calligraphy. I didn't complain, but found something I like.
He builds huts, runs private schools and gives lectures to poor local children. Huang Tingjian's poems became better and better, and people began to refer to him and Su Shi as "Su Huang". Calligraphy is also listed as "Song Sijia" with Su Shi. The world commented on Huang Tingjian's life: he blocked his official career and went his own way; Turn crisis into opportunity and be loyal to poetry.
Iron skeleton clank, self-improvement; Open-minded and heroic, wind and friendship. Writer Liu Tong wrote, "Let bygones be bygones, and let go of the feelings you can't let go. Turn over one page before you can write another. After reading something, the past is full of flowers and the memories are as warm as ever. "
The past has happened, it is better to forget it. Change what can be changed and accept what cannot be changed. Work silently, and you will naturally get something. The rest of my life, half awake and half loose. A trivial matter, indifferent neighbor grandma Zhou is 72 years old this year and is busy in the fields and vegetable fields every day. Get up at 5: 30 in the morning to pick vegetables and weed, and go to the vegetable market with a basket at 6: 00.
When I got home at night, I was busy watering. It's very hot in the south this year, and it hasn't rained for two months in a row. The food has faded, and everyone else is sad. Grandma Zhou didn't say anything, just immersed herself in watering. She said, "It's God's arrangement that it doesn't rain. I just water it and do my job. "
The children advised her not to go to the fields again in case she tripped. Grandma Zhou thinks that doing some work to pass the time and bask in the sun is no disease or pain. I have heard the saying that what you did in March and April will have an answer in August and September.