There is an old saying 1 in the composition of senior three, "a person without ambition can't stand on the world". I said: "People are fearless and cannot stand in the world", just like the thinker's theory of "being born with interest", I think people should be born with fear.
If you are born with fear, you should fear life. The ancients said, "If your body is damaged, how can it be destroyed by your parents?" This is awe of life. Since people live in the world, they should be proud of life and deeply fear it. Although Sima Qian was punished by corruption, he survived strongly, endured humiliation, and with infinite awe of life, he finally completed the Historical Records, which was evaluated by Lu Xun as "a masterpiece of historians, with no rhyme in Li Sao". In the face of difficulties, he had no cowardly choice to escape, but bravely interpreted his fear that life was "more important than Mount Tai" with practical actions. Imagine if Sima Qian died so bitterly, his life would be like a stained silk, with no glory but only shame. You should have awe of life. However, there are people who trample on life. Poisoned milk powder and fake wine have caused thousands of lives to fall in a beautiful world; Fake medicinal materials and poisonous needle tubes have eclipsed thousands of lives in the vast sea of people. They sell their souls for personal gain and trample on others' lives. This kind of person who does not fear life will eventually be discredited and spurned by others. Therefore, the fear of life can stand in the world.
Born with fear, you should be afraid of your opponent. Nino and Pagelina's touching embrace shocked the world. This is the awe of opponents, because of the existence of the other party, they can better surpass themselves and create good results, and this awe has transcended national boundaries. If there is only one tiger in the mountain full of goats, it will become lazy and comfortable. However, once the lion is introduced, the tiger will be full of vitality and reappear. Maybe sometimes opponents make us depressed and tired, but more is to give us positive motivation, so that we can face challenges with a good attitude and a more perfect attitude. At the same time, sometimes in our lives, the hidden opponent may be another self. When encountering setbacks, we must first overcome ourselves and gain the courage to face the bleak life. Just like "the best attack is to attack yourself", if you surpass the hidden opponent, you can make a leap. Therefore, the awe of the opponent can stand in the world.
Born afraid, you should be afraid of ideals. "Ideal and science are my lifelong pursuit", which is my awe of ideal. Have awe of the ideal, and the greatness of the ideal will be revealed when you are young. Out of reverence for the ideal, Qu Yuan threw himself into Miluo, and Wang Guowei dragged his long braid down the well. His pursuit of ideals has transcended life itself, which is admirable. Because of his reverence for ideals, Hemingway showed his personality. He loves life, likes to play hard, indulges in pleasure and hard work, likes to brag and seek truth from facts, and is heroic and delicate. This is a person with personality and flesh and blood, but he does not forget his ideals in the process of pursuing the truth of life. He worked hard all his life. The first thing I do when I get up in the morning is to write. When he writes, there is another habit that ordinary people don't have, that is, standing to write. He said, "I write standing. I stand on one foot." I take this posture, which makes me nervous and forces me to express my thoughts as briefly as possible. " It was because of his awe of ideals that he achieved great success later.
Look at the past and present, look at history and understand the truth. Those who fear life can stand, those who fear opponents can be virtuous, and those who fear ideals can achieve things. Therefore, when you are born, you must be afraid and gain something.
China's 5,000-year-old cultural treasures are all gathered in Gu Mo's books, one by one, one by one, one by one, so that passers-by can pay attention to them in the long river of years. Although there are thousands of books, I only love that one, A Dream of Red Mansions.
A dream of red mansions is an inexhaustible poem, inexhaustible paintings, inexhaustible songs, inexhaustible worries, unforgettable dreams and lingering fragrance. How many years have passed? A dream in the red chamber, a dream in the whole city, tears will eventually pay the price.
Remember? Is it Lin Daiyu who sings "Burying Flowers" in the painting? After the flowers withered, they were scattered all over the floor. Only she listened to the falling English silently, looked at the colorful dancing leaves, and sighed, "Who has pity when flowers bloom all over the sky?" Originally a crimson pearl fairy grass fell into the dust and died in tears. I don't know how much I have to put up with
Remember? Is that Jia Baoyu who gently shakes the fan behind the red embroidered silk curtain? I searched for half my life and never saw it again. Miaoyu rarely sighs that she is "kind and romantic". I have no time to give Baoyu, but I can't find a satisfactory return. How much red dust does the raw wooden fish sigh?
Remember? The cynical and refined Xue Baochai in the poem? The so-called talent, only once, full of tears, only hate impermanence. The red curtain sighed in the empty boudoir, "I am very close and dense. I have already said that I am very sad and happy." Cold leaves and cold stars are the most chilling. I don't know how sad the flute sound in Hengyuan is, and I don't know how much I have repented.
Love is a lifelong fault, and loneliness is a lifelong fault. The beauty in the palace is full, and the sensitive rose is residual. Love is true, kind and beautiful, and it is fragrant in Leng Cha. Cowardice is a sad illusion, indifference is cold. British love is bright and tired, and kindness cherishes kindness. Love is sad at dusk, and love can die easily. Twelve golden hairpin dreams, how much is the dream? How many people do you love? How to get to Meng Po Tang?
Four big families, prosperity and decline and * * *, are unknown. The so-called glory is destroyed overnight; The so-called thousand dollars are scattered once; The so-called bone cold flies forever. Decadent house, too empty dreamland, how can there be a red chamber?
A Dream of Red Mansions, a tragedy of love, friendship, desire and money, is still so beautiful when the author runs out of ink. Taking love as paper, thinking as ink, countless love and hate, greed to pay that ending. That piece of paper ends with countless colorful stories, countless cynicism, countless clouds and light winds, and countless lamentations. Always a broken string, a melodious dream.
Except that sentence, it's like eating all the birds and throwing them into the forest, and the land is so clean.
When I close the book with profound culture, the sad story that is still beautiful when the flowers fall and fade has never been lonely in the eternal time, like a ray of elegant but heavy fragrance, which almost makes people cry. But when I close the book, I sigh and smile faintly, which seems out of place, because the sadness of the phoenix wandering for hundreds of miles should not make people look empty and almost trance. However, this seems particularly suitable. Isn't the other side of the melancholy after the dust settles the joy of enriching the heart and releasing pressure?
Maybe this is the charm of books. Whether you are in Tears of a Fallen City written by Zhang Ailing or Rose Paradise written by Wang Anyi before closing the book, won't you feel heartfelt joy when you gain the freedom to know the ending infinitely? And that kind of wanton and unscrupulous enrichment is not the inexplicable sense of enrichment in the depths of the soul?
Daming Lake is still romantic and affectionate, singing and dancing. It will not be eclipsed by the change of a palace, nor will it be complacent for a sadness. In the story of tears and poems, it is just a background that has appeared countless times. Reminds us of all kinds of love songs tangled by Daming Lake. Perhaps this is the case with reading. This is a trip that I don't know when I will stop to study the amazing scenery. If it is a trip, it is not appropriate, because. It should be the kind of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", just like Xu Xiake's mind and color. Let yourself stay in time and savor the amazing beauty of this world. Isn't this the fun of reading?
Reading is happy because that happiness is completely in your own hands, not because others are happy and far-fetched, but because you have pleasant happiness in reading.
Happy reading is a painting, and that feeling is not as far away as you think. In fact, after reading a book that makes people feel meaningful and full of connotation quietly, isn't that kind of heartfelt feeling of carefree, which seems out of reach but can be easily obtained?
Eternal ink turns into paragraphs in literati's works, which makes you sad and happy, or makes you feel its unique charm in silence. They are the words you can touch when you are tired of looking up to greatness. They are the stars that you can enjoy alone when you lose yourself in the neon traffic. It is an inspiration for you to regain your confidence when your life is at a low ebb, and it is also a post where you can rest, relax and let your mind roam freely when you gradually lose yourself in the neon transformation.
A book has thousands of pages and a thousand lines. Every book is the work of the author. As many people say, "one book, one world". Whether she is heroic like Water Margin or deep like A Dream of Red Mansions, it is enough to make people rejoice, cherish and marvel at her amazing beauty.
Mo Xiang become a butterfly looked for a window to invite you to study. Facing the unknown road in the future, please let me forget my troubles with my book. Therefore, on my way to make progress, I will no longer be lonely, because with books, we will fly freely on the indelible picture of youth like butterflies, and because with books, we will fly bravely like butterflies to the brilliant future!
Anyone who has tasted three kinds of papaya knows that papaya tree is too tall and will only bear a few small fruits as big as his thumb. If he stays on the branch for three or two days, he will turn yellow and fall to the ground. At this point, papaya tree should be pierced with red-hot wire. Although papaya tree suffered from heart-piercing, he was able to grow green papaya, which hung on the branches and made people fondle it.
Like papaya, cotton seedlings in cotton fields have to undergo some "minor operations". Whenever cotton seedlings grow luxuriantly, farmers will pick up scissors and crack, and many green branches will fall to the ground. This is when they cut off the "lazy branches". Only in this way can cotton seedlings focus on growing up and not forget to knot bolls. In the autumn harvest season, they can see the branches of cotton plants covered with cotton bolls, and the white cotton blooms for the second time.
Papaya tree suffered from heart puncture but grew a lot of papaya; Cotton seedlings suffered from pruning and cutting, but they produced snow-white cotton. What about us humans? Everyone's life cannot be smooth sailing. There are always many people and things that leave scars in our hearts, but it is precisely because of these scars that we can walk stronger on the road of life.
I learned to walk when I was a child. After numerous stumbling, we finally learned to walk in life. Quarrel with friends, hurt, but understand that friendship is so precious; When I left home, I felt lonely and helpless, but I knew the importance of home. Really understand that home is our safe haven. No matter how long you wander outside, he will always open his arms and let your heart recuperate in the world.
We can't deny that many things, more people, are ultimately fruitful because of these external injuries. So let's thank these wounds! It makes us understand many things, let us better accept tomorrow's challenges, let us understand the preciousness of friendship and affection, and let us enjoy life better.
Growing up in pain, we will get a lot of inspiration, grow better, and finally reach the other side of victory, just like papaya has the pain of puncturing, and cotton seedlings have the pain of pruning and cutting leaves.
Suffering all the way, growing all the way. For the bright sunshine tomorrow, let the storm come more violently!
Today, I introduce someone to you. He is my deskmate. let you ...
His history of "narcissism"
Finish it before going to the blackboard. After I came back, I praised myself. "Hey, what a perfect masterpiece, how beautiful lines, how brilliant and dazzling. Damn teacher, why don't you cherish my masterpiece and change it again and again? If I hadn't shown you my masterpiece, I wouldn't have moved my white finger. "
"Well, the last look is right. Oh, this is not right. " The teacher suddenly saw "incomplete"
"Hum, what teacher, genius is indelible, hey, forget it."
(2) Examination
Everyone is trying to write, and he is no exception. However, a difficult problem stopped him. He racked his brains and couldn't figure it out, so he said, "Ah, my little universe has exploded."
In the case of an outbreak, he waited until. Only hit 7 1, and he said narcissistically, "It doesn't matter, gold always shines, I am a diamond."
Everyone laughed, and he plausibly said, "Sparrows know the ambition of swans."
(3) Feathers
In English class today, my classmates made trouble and put feathers on his head. When the feather stuck on his head like a lightning rod, a lesbian in our class said, "You came out of the henhouse in the morning." It is an insult to him to say that. He didn't know, and said, "What did you say?" "Ah, say you are handsome." The female classmate concealed it. Hearing this, he said with tears in his eyes, alas, there is a bosom friend at last. The students laughed so hard that he was still narcissistic there, which made the teacher dumbfounded.
There is no unnecessary nonsense, just trying to make you laugh. Although I don't talk much, this is my deskmate. It's up to you to laugh or not.
By the way, mourn for me, I'm going crazy. ...
This is a story! This is a tragedy! This is a child!
On a snowy night, the weather here is particularly cold! Boom! It's like I was awakened by lightning!
"Yes! Are there any small' animals' moving on snowy days? Right in front of this family's house. There was a burst of laughter in the house. Didn't my hometown see a little thing in front of his house? "
Suddenly! From this breathing creature came a little sound, a little familiar sound-a snake, a rabbit or a dog? I guess. I want to leave, but I want to stay a little longer and have a look, but who of my friends is willing to wait for me in the snowy day? Although they are seventeen or eighteen years old.
Cai Chun! Let's go! What is there to see? This is a well-fed dog! My classmates came forward and dragged me away.
"Yes," I replied. But I didn't move.
The impatient classmate kicked that thing when he came up, and it cried, as if! It seems! seemingly ...
"Ghost!" We disappeared into the snow, and the snow was still falling mercilessly. We only heard that the twigs outside the window couldn't stand the "crack, crack" of heavy snow and were so fragile that they didn't seem to want to leave this world.
It's dawn. Open the window and the endless snow is beautiful.
We are on our way to school. Along this road, I feel that the road I have traveled for several years has become a bit strange. There is a group of people talking in front! I hurried over, it was crowded here. I looked curiously through the crack! A small pile of snow! "Yes! That! That! Isn't this what we saw last night? " "Yes!" A farmer replied. "I also saw it last night. I thought it was a puppy! It's actually a child! How pathetic! How pathetic! Every family has a round New Year on the first15th day of the New Year. I didn't expect a heavy snow last night to kill a person! Looks like you haven't eaten yet. How pathetic! Only four or five years old! What a cold day without clothes ... "
"Oh!" I buried my head and ran to school! Tears spilled all the way. ...
One life, one soul, one country, one tradition …
Although the heavy snow last night sealed the earth brilliantly and tightly, the road I have walked for many years has become pale and powerless, and I am doomed to bear the trampling of people and endure everything silently.
Later, when I came back, the snow drifts had disappeared, leaving thousands of snow drifts in Qian Qian. Last night, the snow all the way has been crushed. White snow is already gray, mixed with white, but another color-red-appears on the roadside, all the way.
The child was adopted by this family, but was deprived of the right to be a human being. He was treated differently from this family. He has a dog to eat and a kennel to sleep in. Because of different pressures, the owner of this "dog" dragged it and buried it, leaving different colors and traces along the way.
I took a dress and a steamed bun along the road to the top of the mountain. What a beautiful snow scene, there is another small snow pile in front.
In the "light rain" of "moist as crisp", we walked hand in hand through the spring lawn; In the summer of "reflecting the different colors of the lotus", we went away with the songs of cicadas; In the autumn of "Frost leaves are red in February flowers", we appreciate the enthusiasm of maple leaves together; In the winter of "thousands of miles frozen, Wan Li snows", we meet to bid farewell to the glittering and translucent snowflakes.
Beauty lies in the four seasons, in a good mood, a kind heart and clear eyes. It turns out that the world is not as beautiful as a rainbow.
Strolling through the mountains, "the sound of water can be heard through the bamboo", and you can see the "hanging spring waterfall" and "the joy of the heart": the mountain is silent, the waterfall is a song, the beauty of quietness and leisure, and the beauty of majestic momentum.
Berthing by the river, I looked at "smoke cage, cold water, moon cage sand" and "how wide the world is and how close the trees are to heaven", but I didn't notice "the water is clear and the moon is close!" . There is no business girl who sings backyard flowers across the river, and there is no hatred of national subjugation, leaving only a hazy and peaceful beauty.
Sitting quietly on the lawn, thinking about the grass's "wildfire never dies, the spring breeze blows high", smelling the "wild fragrance", sighing the persistent beauty of life, the breeze blowing, the air is brewing the breath of spring, and I am in a good mood.
Between the lotus leaves, "He Tian Tian Tian" is drawn, and the slightly astringent and sweet lotus seeds are tasted, and the nobleness of "coming out of the mud without dyeing, rippling without demon" is tasted, and the corners of the mouth are slightly tilted, which is the beauty of self-cleaning and dignity.
Stepping on the autumn wind, standing under the tree, watching the maple leaves dip layer by layer, counting the memories, the autumn leaves turn yellow and fall quietly, interpreting the professional beauty of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers". I stared with optimism and happiness.
Fishing in Bixi, learning from Jiang Ziya's straight hook fishing, has been "a hundred mountains without birds and a thousand paths without footprints", but the crystal-clear world wrapped in silver reflects the crystal-clear and ethereal beauty of the world, and I sigh lightly.
Under the setting sun, the bridge is flowing, and the setting sun shines on the water, with a little golden light-
Willow by the river, "ten thousand strands of moss tapestry hang down", the wind blows gently, and the blowing surface is not cold-
An old man hobbled along the bridge, struggling-
A skipping pupil walked by with a schoolbag on his back and suddenly stopped to help the old man cross the bridge. ...
The sunset is beautiful, and the beautiful sunset reflects a beautiful picture and a beautiful heart.
Not far away, I quietly smiled and admired this beautiful painting. ...
Beauty is everywhere, as long as there is a beautiful heart. ...
Zhang Wuben, who was all the rage some time ago, and his fake academic work "Eat Healthy" were exposed. At that time, everyone was salivating at him, and the criticism spread instantly in the network and reality. It made me think. I don't think why Zhang Wuben cheated, but why people easily believe Zhang Wuben's fake scholarship. When the truth is discovered, they will criticize it.
I have also read Zhang Wuben's theory. Although I don't believe in his theory, I really admire his meticulous logic and rigorous thinking. I admire the extent to which I have made up a wrong theory. I have to say that Zhang Wuben's rigorous attitude is more commendable than those who have been taken in by him. I'm not sure about this kind of fraud here. What I emphasize is a rigorous attitude. It's just that Zhang didn't use this rigorous attitude in the place he changed.
Strict attitude is the quality that every one of us should have. Stereotype will make us take fewer detours and convince others in our daily life and scientific research. In daily life, rigorous thinking allows us to distinguish the world, good and evil, right and wrong. Pull open the shell of hypocrisy and discover the truth inside. In academic research, rigorous thinking can make academics close to the truth, explore the essence and move towards glory.
Beethoven, a great composer, has to revise a tune more than 300 times. It is through this rigorous attitude and the quality of Excellence that immortal works are created. Edison tried a thousand times on a filament to find the most suitable material. This also shows the importance of rigor.
For those who have been taken in by Zhang Wuben, I can only say that what we lack is this rigorous attitude towards things. The blind pursuit and admiration of popular things is second to none, including all of us, and always remember a rigorous attitude.
I can't lose my rigorous attitude and spirit. The Zhang Wuben incident is not just an isolated incident, it actually reflects a social phenomenon. To solve the social unhealthy phenomenon in essence, we must develop a rigorous attitude towards things as members of society.
Always remind yourself that today is rigorous.
Su Dongpo was caught in the middle of eight years when he was young, and he was deeply impressed. When will there be a bright moon? -in a word, you can stop writing in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the incense sticks do not dispute the sun and the moon. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed-I can't bear to watch it. Swinging inside and outside the wall, affectionate but heartless-romantic and natural, chic does not hinder innocence. The river that never returns, this is a huge shock. Like a flower, it is still like a non-flower, and it is affectionate to laugh at me. There is no rain or shine in my life.
His words with washing powder in his hand always reverberate in my heart, soft and sad. Gong songs, swaying tunes, or expressing their feelings, or handy, can be sung through the ages. Passion is not necessarily extensive, gentleness is not necessarily decadent. There are too many secular jokes, and when you open your mouth, the world is silent.
However, he didn't just stay in words. His wisdom, his mind, his optimism, his frankness, his childlike innocence and his compassion reflect the temples and rivers and lakes. Brilliant, brilliant, people stop at the top of the mountain. The people he governed remember him, not because "flowers wither and red apricots are small." When he was convicted in Huzhou and escorted to Beijing, the whole city came out to see him off, and tears poured down his face. His friend is a scholar-official. When Ouyang Xiu became famous in the world, he met a young Su Shi and went home to tell his son that no one would remember me thirty years later. Since then, Su Shi has been highly recommended. Since the fool Wang Anshi retired, he has been a mentor and friend of the Su family for life. Fo Yin and Su Shi often make fun of each other. Su Shi said that the ancients often referred to "birds" as "monks", such as "birds perched on trees by the pool, and monks knocked at the moon gate", or "I often heard woodpeckers, but I suspected that monks knocked at the moon gate". Fo Yin replied, Yes, that's why I'm sitting with you as a monk. There are pharmacists and farmers, singers and bitches. Ma Mengde, a scholar, followed Su Dongpo for twenty-two years and admired him deeply ("Poor horse crazy, so far praised me for my wisdom").
Reading Su Dongpo's biography is always stirred by a great man with great talent. He is an incurable optimist, a great humanist, a friend of the people, a great writer, a great calligrapher, a great painter, a humorist, a wine-making experimenter, an engineer, a puritan hater, a yogi, a great Confucian politician, a kind judge, a political opponent who sings against the authorities, an astronaut and a poet.
What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing. This is my favorite poet, full of nature and only lofty spirit. Qi can go into the clouds, and fragrance will stay behind.
I thought the time in my hand was very cheap, so I stumbled to the third year of high school unconsciously, until the overwhelming review materials came, until the bright red countdown card stunningly burned my eyes, and until the students around me began to stay out of the classroom door, only to find that time was like sand in my hand-the more I tried to catch it, the faster it passed. ...
The students around us are in a hurry and exhausted, but we all know that we must walk calmly through the wooden bridge of the college entrance examination, and even if we fall, we must go on without hesitation!
In senior three, we must learn how to be calm and how to live and study calmly. I used to like the four-dimensional "looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and then bursting into tears", and I once fell down in the pain of "sadness flowing against the river", but I always believe that the sun will cover every corner of the world and banish all sadness and decadence.
Facing growth, we gradually disguise ourselves with indifference and try our best to dispel decadence, but after all, we are children, so fear and anxiety will secretly attack our immature hearts. We are worried about how far the future is from us and whether our dreams will really come true. Senior three told us categorically: "Don't be afraid, son, you will get a reward if you pay, and you will get something if you work hard." So we calmed down, drove away the inner noise, picked up a pen and drew beautiful symbols calmly.
In June this year, it was another midsummer, the clouds were light and the wind was light, but for us, it was the darkness before dawn, which we could not resist. So, open a sunny smile and wait! It's like waiting to break out of the cocoon after a long brewing, waiting for the sword to shine after sharpening.
If life can only have one dream, then I am destined to laugh in this nightmare, and laughter will accompany me.
My tears fell on Yuan Ye, where life spread. It opened my big dream and withered my sadness. ...
Senior three is a war. In this war, I am destined to fight a beautiful victory alone in SHEN WOO.
This end is connected to the other end, and the bustling crowd will cross the bridge. Up and down, you hold me and pinch me. If you are in a hurry, you will go home empty-handed. Vendors of all colors are usually stationed on both sides of the bridge: selling groceries vendors and fruit vendors. Occasionally, the guitarist stood by and plucked the strings on the bridge to sing, and no audience applauded. There must be beggars, or standing or squatting on the steps of the overpass. The poor look is terrible. There are more beggars on rainy days. No matter whether it is windy or rainy, beggars appear on the overpass. There are very few people who give alms, and most pedestrians bypass or don't look at it, fearing bad luck.
The strange thing is the "writer" on the overpass. I don't know if it's true or not. Yesterday, when I passed the Optical Valley overpass, I saw a man standing by the bridge selling books, holding a card of "Sell your own books, every 25 yuan". I sold Dream of a Small Town and put two piles, about 10 copies. I pay attention to it as I walk. The binding of this book is very good, and the style is very similar to Lin's previous style, which is my favorite type. Look at this man, middle-aged, dressed in general, just like ordinary people My idea is: liar! Because it's not the first time. Walking down the steps of the overpass, I immediately took out my mobile phone, and the search result of Baidu's "Dream of a Small Town" surprised me a little-"Dream of a Small Town" is a collection of short stories by popular writer Chang Zhongwei, a native of Henan. After graduating from high school, I worked in Beijing, Dongguan and other places, deeply impressed by the hard work of migrant workers. Although life is hard and bumpy, this person still has elegant interest. I don't know if it's true or not now. Look at his dress, he really looks like an immigrant writer. Hehe, it's interesting to think while walking. Isn't this unusual in Wuhan? I wonder, if I really have spare money, will I buy one? Will you buy it? Why buy it? What is my intention? Of course not interested in this book, mostly out of interest in this "writer"!
The last time I saw this kind of thing was at the Guanggu Railroad Crossing. In a similar situation, pedestrians did not stop. I think people who like reading books may pay more attention, but I don't know how many copies he can sell this day.
How can you "degenerate" into selling books on the overpass? How was this book written and published? Thinking about thinking, a word suddenly came into my mind-Tianqiao writer. In the future, I will call this kind of "writer" "Project Bridge writer".
People on the overpass are in a hurry, and an interesting thing is happening on the overpass.