There are 500 words in American classic literature, so we all feel very comfortable with such beautiful words. Such American classic literature has very rich connotations and is worth refining and experiencing. These are 500 words in American classic literature.
500 words 1 tolerance is like water. Tolerance means forgiving others' mistakes, not complaining about others, not haggling over every ounce, and being kind and generous. Tolerance is like water, and encountering contradictions is often more effective than excessive retaliation. Then, like a clear spring, it slowly erases each other's temporary hostility and makes people calm and sober.
Tolerance is like fire. Just because of further tolerance, it not only means not caring about personal gains and losses, but also means warming others' hearts with your own love and sincerity. Calm as water tolerance is rare; The tolerance of giving charcoal in the snow is even more commendable and moving. Tolerance can melt the freeze in each other's hearts and shoot the heat of love into each other's hearts. In this era of fierce competition, isn't that what people need? Choosing tolerance means choosing care and warmth, and also choosing the vastness of life.
Tolerance is poetic. Tolerance is a poem of life. The highest state of tolerance is not only reflected in the handling of something in daily life, but also sublimated into a life attitude towards others. The meaning of tolerance is not limited to the understanding and care between people, but the tolerance and fraternity of all life between heaven and earth.
Tolerance is a science. For small mistakes, small mistakes, you can happily tolerate each other. Then, but for big mistakes, big mistakes, we must think clearly. Tolerance is not shielding or hiding, but helping. Excerpts from American literature
Of course, tolerance should be "strict with yourself and lenient with others". Forgive yourself easily, and then it is not tolerance, but cowardice. "Be lenient with others" depends on the object, and those who are tolerant and do not cherish tolerance are promiscuous. Tolerance to those who are not worthy of tolerance is tolerance; It is indulgence to tolerate unforgivable people. Therefore, tolerance itself is also a science.
It is because of tolerance that a complicated life becomes pure; It is because of tolerance that monotonous life becomes beautiful. What a beautiful color tolerance has given life!
The world is so wide, but there is something wider than him-the human heart. Let's learn tolerance!
The rain that warms this country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin.
In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan;
But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into an inconspicuous crystal shape; The continuous sunny days made him want to know what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded.
The snowflakes in the north, flying around, will always be like powder and sand, never sticking together, and will retreat on the house, on the ground and on the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has faded because of the warmth of the fire in the house. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously, shining brightly in the sun, like a fog with flames, spinning and rising, permeating space; Let the space rotate, rise and twinkle.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of rain is spinning and rising. ...
Turn the strings in 500 words, and let your thoughts pass through the running water of time and gently fall on your window. I'm sure you can see that the warmth and subtle thoughts scattered in the text are still blooming in the branches, just like my faint smile.
I am always grateful for a timely meeting, just like the spring when the branches never wither, and a white lotus in my heart that never ages. Meeting is like a poem, with a clear string and full of tenderness. Needless to say, the distant rhyme has fascinated the eyebrows and intoxicated the heart.
Time is silent, and the years are marked. The drunken maple tree, stained with the wind and frost of the years, blooms more and more beautifully and more stunning. In the sky of destiny, there must be some sincere friendship, such as the dazzling' red maple', which has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, and has gone through a dull time, and those feelings are still engraved in the brow.
Through the weak water of 3 thousand, across the mountains and rivers, we are silently guarding the thoughts in a paragraph and a spiritual companion. If our hearts are close and the horizon is close at hand, we are silent and warm.
The vast sea of people, not everyone who meets can know each other and approach each other's hearts. Close, just because of the heart, know each other, like each other. Understanding is the best encounter in life.
Bai Luomei said, "The world of mortals is unfamiliar, and I am alone. The green radish blows my skirt, and the blue clouds are wet and infinite. Mountains and water can be forgotten in pairs, and days and months can be irrelevant. At that time, there was only one person's floating world, and one person's fine water flowed forever. "
Some beautiful things will not stay in memory forever, and some people will eventually fade out of each other's sight because of karma, and forget each other, and the world will be safe. Perhaps, after years of storms, we can't expect to work together forever. But an encounter, a string of voiceless sounds is already very beautiful, so why be obsessed with whether you can cross Qian Fan?
Five hundred words and four thousand words can't express my feelings. I appreciate the seasons in Chun Qing.
I don't understand flower language. Forgive me for not building deep feelings. I only have a heart eager to appreciate Bloom.
Love spring, love April bloom, love April bloom's voice, I love spring, I love April, I don't ask about shallow fate, I just want to meet unspeakable Chun Qing in this season.
I love April, and I love the strongest breath of April in Chun Qing. Flowers are blooming quietly, and soft memories are scattered in the breeze. Through the heavy snow, through the cool and dreamy rainy season, ushered in the warm sun in April, leaving a long mark all the way.
I like flowers, and I like you who appreciate flowers, if you also like Chun Qing this season.
Waiting to bloom, I met human tenderness, and I met the most beautiful smile among flowers. Bloom is blooming, flowers are smiling, intoxicated with my sky, blurred my eyes and blurred my heart.
We walked among the flowers, picking the fragrance of a tree, and became attached to flowers, landscapes, plants, birds in the sky, and the silent "ci-ke" among the flowers ... This season, Chun Qing gently touched my heartstrings, together with the elegant guest hiding in the flowers.
Spring is a vague dream and a warm season.
To enjoy this season's Chun Qing, we don't need to care about feelings, and we don't need to ask about that deep feeling. We just need a heart to make a shadow, a bow, a look back and a flying flower among the flowers, leaving you and me with the deepest memories.