If there is really anything in the world that means no regrets, then in my opinion, it is to spend a leisurely life with books in the ink every morning and evening. ...
If there is really a realm in life called happiness, then for me, it is to talk to the noble soul in the book, activate the classics with life, and return a life with the power of classics, which can be naive and flying. ...
Open the pages and dry your mood in the thick fragrance. ...
There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years. Qu Zi by the Miluo River is named; The loyal soul in Wumu Fengbo Pavilion lives forever; Zimei Caotang is a great refuge for the world. The two words on Yueyang Tower in Wen Xi are related to love; I still hope that the glacier iron horse is making Songweng sick; Rengong young chinese recommended and internal. ...
Magnificence is an indelible feeling of China.
Who can live beyond the time limit and never die? Whose beauty can span a hundred years and last forever? The dim light of radium salt reflects those melancholy gray-blue eyes, which is a myth that will never fade; Hundreds of years later, we still remember the little boy who picked up shells. By the sword river, legends never grow old. Returning to China in five years, two bombs in ten years. Today, when "San Qian" died suddenly, some characters will not be forgotten by the dust of history.
Pure beauty is a childhood dream that cannot be solved.
The moon sings, Dongpo sighs for the river, thinking about lotte, and worrying about Yi 'an. Thousands of amorous feelings, all lament, have become "looking back at the bleak place, returning home without rain or shine" the legendary swordsman ... Ye Zhi smiled with tears and recalled "When you are old ..."; Ji xian's Sophora japonica leaves pour out the past of life in sadness; The wild swans in Cole Manor fly in the song of Liaoyuan, Ji Bolun. ...
Jingmei is an old tea, and its fragrance still exists today.
Although Beihai is on credit, it can be accepted; The cold corner has gone, and the mulberry is not late. Even if time and space are separated, a sensitive heart can knock on Chai Men, and my road has been curved. Through a sheltered hollow past, the echo still lingers. ...
Books are light, and beauty is hazy. ...
Let him rain and snow, and I will appreciate life in indifferent wisdom. ...
Yao Yao Zhu Hua, a shallow pond. On a clear moonlit night, the lotus is bathed in moonlight and stands gracefully on the mud. It is elegant and quiet, and has no intention of contending with the crowd and dancing wildly with bees and butterflies.
The beauty of lotus is natural, more elegant than peony, more aura than hibiscus, more elegant than Ling Boxian, like a fairy descending to the world.
I've been thinking, how can I get rid of mud?
Maybe I made a fuss. Loose bites hold the sky, bamboos sway in the wind, Mei Ao frost and snow herald the early spring, and Lansheng Guxiang is charming. A gentleman does not show talent in adversity, nor does he show cleanliness in filth.
The growth of life means more and more tolerance and gratitude to the outside world, while inner persistence means more and more polishing and no regrets. There is no doubt whether you can really describe your dreams in life.
The book is light and the feeling is endless. ...
On both sides of the road of life, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is infinite, all because there are books around.
In the starry night, I meditated on Tagore's poem: "The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds, one in the sky and the other in the depths of the sea", and lit up young hearts with romantic fantasies; Looking at the life of john christopher and romain rolland in the sun, "life is like the Rhine, flowing slowly through the eyes"; As soon as the wind blows, I feel the grandeur of the civil war in Gone with the Wind and learn from a girl. "Tomorrow is another day anyway"; Yun came home, breathing Xu Zhimo's poem "I left gently, just as I came gently, waving my sleeves and bidding farewell to the clouds in the western world" ...
This book is very relaxed and full of ideas. ...
The vast world, the tide of time, back and forth for thousands of years, washed everything away, but never dispersed that wisp of book fragrance. Because only books have immortal essence. Temples will collapse, idols will rot, but books will last forever. Time is irrelevant for great ideas. The great ideas that first flashed in the author's mind many years ago are still fresh in his memory today. Their words and thoughts were published on the page, and they are still so vivid and touching today.
Wang Guowei said in "Words on Earth" that "there are three conditions for reading", and he is willing to devote his life to it, hoping that one day he can reach the proud realm of "looking for her in the crowd for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light" ...
But I hope to have a wisp of book fragrance with me all my life.