Outside the window
Looking out the window of my room, I can see a tall hibiscus tree. The red dots on the spring day when the smoke and trees are scattered are really charming. It touched my inspiration and stimulated my literary thoughts. Over time, I actually regarded this "neighbor" standing across the window as a close friend.
However, one morning, I opened the window and looked out, and suddenly found that the wind and rain last night had eroded it beyond recognition. Immediately, a kind of sadness of "all the flowers falling" passed through my heart! I can't help but sigh with emotion: I've been stumbling on the road of life, gone through many twists and turns, and lost many beloved friends again and again. Isn't life just like these flowers that disappear in the wind? !
After some time, this incident gradually faded away. Once, when I came back from the countryside, I felt that the indoor air was a bit dull, so I opened the window inadvertently, and suddenly my eyes lit up: a fiery red bougainvillea tree came into view, frozen against the background of the setting sun. The unexpected surprise made me almost unable to control myself. I was surprised, why didn't I find this unyielding life sprouting behind Luoying?
Yes, the last petal of the hibiscus has fallen, and people’s praise for it has been forgotten in the memory of the past, but the bougainvillea has grown, and its flaming red color shows to people The change and continuation of life.
Who can say that loss and gain are not a symphony?
I stood in front of the window for a long time and realized deeply: There is no constant scenery in life. As long as your heart always faces the sun, you will find that there will be beautiful and hazy scenery every morning. The longing spins and rises in front of your window, and this world always carries the prelude of hope.
The scenery outside the window
The weather is very good, the sun is shining, and there is no sign of snow or rain.
It has not snowed all winter, which makes people really helpless and anxious. Watching TV, it is said that in some places people have problems with drinking water due to drought. What on earth is God going to do? Why should we have trouble with the people?
I just went to work and felt very tired at the end of the day. When I got home, I took a nap first and woke up more energetic. I stood in front of the window and looked at the world outside the window, and began to conceive of the unfinished story in my mind. Every story has no ending, which is the heaviest regret in my heart.
I was standing in front of the window just now, lying on the window sill, holding my chin, meditating on the world outside the window. I imagined that if there was rain coming, I would run outside to soak in the rain and walk silently in the rain. Continue to conceive the story in your heart that has no ending every time. Maybe, in the rain, this story will have a perfect ending!
Recently, I often have the urge to write down the stories I have been bored in my heart, but I don’t know how to express them. I know that this story cannot have an ending, it just has a process, and this process is not complete either. A story with only process and no ending cannot be vivid, so it has been buried in my heart like this, maybe forever...
I often look back on the past and lament the hardships of the years, which makes me live with a heavy burden in my heart. My mood has become much more cheerful and relaxed recently. It's just that my mood is cheerful, but my inspiration is depressed...
The days slip through my fingers every day, and there is always a sense of guilt. The traces of the days slipping away always leave too many regrets, and there is no way to modify them to perfection. As a result, a new burden was added to my heart. stop! stop! ! stop! ! ! ... No matter how many things there are, I don’t think about them too much anymore. I just want to focus on the scenery outside the window, and it has nothing to do with the scenery outside the window! Haha~~
A plum blossom boat crosses the Wujiang River
In the blurred night sky, a golden boat hangs in the gray-black sky, carrying a warehouse full of dreams, sailing deep into the clouds; The cool breeze blows gently on the plain gauze of the night, dusting off the dust of the years; the melting moonlight flows quietly, breaking the bank of memory; scattered bits and pieces, softly sprinkled on the leaves, showing a light green ; The gorgeous silver wraps a hint of coolness, paving the floor with luxury.
The willow branches by the river sway gently, playing with the strings of memory. The dusty years are like a bay of stranded stagnant water, quietly settling, then slowly fermenting, emerging into pearl-like bubbles, which are broken by the illusory future. The words of the years always lie quietly in the diary. Is it to record the frustrations of the past, or to vent the emotions of the past? When the sea turns into mulberry fields, how much loneliness and melancholy will be frozen here?
Memory is like a wind chime hanging in front of the window. It will always sway gently with the wind of time and make a sound like a silver bell. When you are envious of her crisp and sweet music, you forget that she is also undergoing the test of time. "The carvings and jade should be there, but the beauty has changed." The memory will slowly fade with the wind of time. She will also "die in splendor" but cannot be "reborn from the ashes." Met, ignored, flowed away, and regretted it! Every day is filled with this kind of contradictory emotions that are intertwined but always parallel. The years have left a string of tear stains that I want to wipe away, but they are burned into my heart. "Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward"! All we can do is sigh, sigh, sigh! "The sorrow is empty, the young man's head is gray"!
Standing silently on the deserted grassland, looking at the deep sky, thinking quietly.
Countless yesterdays flowed quietly through my fingertips, with confusion and sadness. I walked through yesterdays and the four seasons. Countless springs, summers, autumns and winters showed me their everlasting life. breath. But my heart is like water droplets falling into the refrigerator. The excessive cold has frozen it into ice, freezing all the memories.
Time is like a pool of spring water, with ripples of memories. There was also the excitement of "The great roc rises with the wind in one day, and the fortune reaches ninety thousand miles", the heroism of "I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I spent"; there was also the excitement of "there is no choice but the flowers fall away, The sentimentality of "I feel like I've seen the swallows return", the melancholy of "the flowers float and the water flows, and a drop of lovesickness makes me sad"; I also had the frustration of "I want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, and I'm about to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang", and "the long wind and the waves will meet" Sometimes, I believe in "hanging sails directly across the sea"; I prefer the charm of "the bright moon shines among the pines, the clear springs flow over the rocks", the ethereal spirit of "the noisy forest becomes quieter, and the singing of birds on the mountain becomes more leisurely"... But no matter how you feel about your life experience , to be sad about spring and autumn, they can only be like dead branches and flowers, which will eventually wither, turn into dust, and be buried in the world...
Just stay nostalgic!
Other people’s road
A man wants to cross the swamp, and since there is no road, he tries to walk. Although it was very difficult and dangerous, I was able to find a way by jumping left and right, but the good times did not last long. Before I went very far, I accidentally stepped into the mud and sank.
Another person was about to cross the swamp. When he saw the footprints of his predecessors, he thought: Someone must have walked through this. There will be nothing wrong in following other people's footprints. I tried to step on it with my feet, and it was indeed real, so I walked on with confidence. In the end, he lost his footing and sank into the mud.
Another person was about to cross the swamp. Looking at the footprints of the two people in front of him, he walked along without thinking. His fate was also conceivable.
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Another person was about to cross the swamp. Looking at the footprints of the people in front of him, he thought: This must be a road leading to the other side of the swamp. Look, So many people have walked through it, and I will definitely be able to reach the other end of the swamp if I continue along this path. So he strode forward, and finally he sank into the mud.
The road in the world does not become smoother and smoother the more people take it. If you follow the footsteps of others, you will not only fail to find new ideas, but sometimes you may fall into a trap.
Life List
Two patients were admitted to the ENT ward at the same time, both suffering from nose discomfort. While waiting for the test results, A said that if it was cancer, he should travel immediately and go to Lhasa first. B also said the same thing. The results are out. Person A has nasal cancer, and Person B has nasal polyps.
A made a plan to say goodbye to his life and left the hospital, while B stayed. A’s schedule is: a trip to Lhasa and Dunhuang; a boat trip from Panzhihua to the Yangtze River Estuary; a trip to Sanya in Hainan to take a photo with coconut trees as the background; a winter in Harbin; a boat trip from Dalian to Beihai in Guangxi ; Climb Tiananmen; read all Shakespeare's works; strive to listen to the original version of "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" by Blind Abing once; write a book. All these, ***27.
He wrote at the end of this life list: I have many dreams in my life, some have been realized, and some have not been realized due to various reasons. Now the time God has given me is running out. In order to leave this world without regrets, I plan to use the last few years of my life to realize the remaining 27 dreams.
That year, A resigned from the company and went to Lhasa and Dunhuang. The next year, he passed the adult examination with amazing perseverance and resilience. During this period, he climbed Tiananmen Square, went to the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, and lived in a herdsman's house for a week. Now this friend is fulfilling his long-cherished wish to publish a book.
One day, B saw an essay written by A in the newspaper and called to ask about A's illness. A said, I really can’t imagine how terrible my life would be if it weren’t for this disease. It reminds me to do what I want to do and realize the dreams I want to realize. Only now do I realize what real life and life are. You're living a pretty good life! B didn't answer. Because as I said in the hospital, the trip to Lhasa and Dunhuang had already been put in the back of my mind because the disease was not cancer.
In this world, everyone actually suffers from a kind of cancer, which is irresistible death. The reason why we don't make a list of life like the man suffering from nose cancer, put aside all superfluous things, realize our dreams and do what we want to do, is because we think we will still live. longer. However, perhaps it is this quantitative difference that makes our lives qualitatively different: some people turn their dreams into reality, and some people take their dreams to their graves.
Looking for an umbrella
Once, a professor said to a businessman: "Last week, my umbrella was taken away in a church in London. Because umbrellas are friends It was given to me as a gift, and I cherish it very much, so I spent the price of several umbrellas in newspapers to look for it, but I still couldn’t find it."
"How did you write your advertisement?" the businessman asked. "Here's the advertisement," the professor said, taking out a piece of paper cut from a newspaper from his pocket.
The businessman took it and read: "I lost a black silk umbrella in the church last Sunday evening. If any kindhearted gentleman finds it, please send it to No. 10 Broad Street. I will give you 5 pounds as a reward."
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The businessman said: "I often advertise. There is a lot of knowledge in advertising. The advertisement you posted is not good and I cannot find an umbrella. I'll write you another ad. If you can't find the umbrella again, I'll buy you a new one to compensate you!"
The advertisement written by the businessman appeared in the newspaper. Early the next morning, the professor was surprised when he opened the door of the house. It turned out that the garden was already full of chaos. There were six or seven umbrellas lying on the ground. These umbrellas were colorful, made of silk, new, old, big and small. They were all thrown in from outside.
The professor's own black silk umbrella. Umbrellas were also tucked inside. There were notes attached to several umbrellas, saying that they had taken them by mistake, and begged the owners not to tell the story. The professor told the businessman, and the businessman said: "These people are still honest. "
Do you know how the merchant's advertisement is written?
The merchant's advertisement is written like this:
"Last Sunday evening, someone saw a certain You took an umbrella from the church. If the person taking the umbrella does not want to cause trouble, it is better to return the umbrella to 10 Broad Street quickly. Everyone knows who this gentleman is. ”
The value of 20 US dollars
This is what I read from an English story:
A father came home very late from get off work. Tired and a little annoyed, he found his 5-year-old son waiting for him by the door, "Dad, can I ask you a question? "
"What's the problem? "Dad, how much money can you make in an hour?" "This has nothing to do with you. Why do you ask this question?" "My father said angrily.
"I just want to know, please tell me, how much money do you make per hour? "The child begged. "If you must know, I make 20 dollars an hour.
"Oh" the child lowered his head, and then said, "Dad, can you lend me 10 US dollars?" The father got angry and said, "If you are just asking this question to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, then go back to your room and go to bed." Think about why you are so selfish. I work long hours every day and have no time to play childish games with you. "
The child went back to his room quietly and closed the door.
The father sat down and was still angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that he might be too cruel to the child. - Maybe the child really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money.
The father walked into the child's room: "Did you sleep, child?" "Dad, not yet, I'm still awake." "The child replied. "I may have been too cruel to you just now," the father said. "I burst out with all my anger today - here is the 10 dollars you want. ”
“Dad, thank you. "The child shouted happily and took out some crumpled bills from under the pillow and counted them slowly.
"Why do you still need money when you already have money? "My father said angrily.
"Because it was not enough before, but I am enough now. The child replied, "Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy an hour of your time?" Please come home early tomorrow - I want to have dinner with you. "Share this story with the people you love, but more importantly share this $20 worth of time with the people you love - it's just a reminder to those who work hard that we shouldn't fail to spend a little time with those who care. We, those who care about us, let time slip through our fingers
Take another look
Once, an old man told me a story of his own: < /p>
When I was young, I thought I was great. At that time, I planned to write a book. In order to add some "local color" to the book, I used my vacation to go out and look for people who were poor and lazy. Looking for a protagonist among the people in life, I believe that such a person can be found there.
That’s right. One day I found such a place, which was a desolate and dilapidated manor, which was the most exciting. What's more, I also found the kind of lazy and lazy life I imagined - a bearded old man, wearing a brown overalls, sitting on a chair and hoeing a potato field, behind him It was a small wooden shed without paint.
I turned around and wanted to sit in front of the typewriter immediately. When I turned around the wooden shed and turned on the dirt road, I looked at the old man from another angle. I glanced at it, and then I suddenly stopped subconsciously. It turned out that looking over from this side, I found a pair of crutches for a disabled person leaning against the old man's chair, and a pair of empty trousers hanging straight to the ground. Suddenly, that A person who I thought was a lazy person just now suddenly became an indomitable hero.
From then on, I never dared to talk to someone I only met once or even talked to for a few words. People make judgments and conclusions easily. Thank God for letting me look back again.
The revelation of the stubborn stone
When I first married into this farm, that stone was there. It was just around the corner from the house. It was an ugly looking rock, about a foot in diameter and sticking out two or three inches. I hit it with my lawnmower at full speed and broke the blade. Said: “Shall we dig it out? "No, that stone has been buried there a long time ago." My father-in-law also said, "I heard it was buried deep down there." Your mother-in-law's family has lived here since the civil war, and no one has been able to get it out.
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That's it, the stone stayed.
My children were born, grew up, and became independent. My father-in-law passed away, and later, my husband also passed away. < /p>
Now I look at the yard and find that the corner of the yard is not pleasing to the eye, because the stone is protecting a pile of weeds, like a scar on the green grass.
I took out the shovel, cheered up, and planned to dig out the stone even if I had to work for a whole day. Unexpectedly, the stone came out as soon as I stretched out my hand, but it was buried one foot deep, and the bottom was only about six inches wider than the top. I pried it loose with a crowbar and moved it to the cart. I was stunned that the stone had been standing there for longer than anyone could remember, and everyone believed that previous generations had tried to move it, but nothing could be done. Just because the stone seemed large and deep, people thought it was unshakable.
The stone inspired me, so I couldn’t bear to throw it away. And planted a circle of periwinkles around it. In my small landscape, it reminds people that what hinders us from discovering and creating is only our psychological obstacles and stubborn stones in our minds.
Tonight the moon is bright, everyone can see, I don’t know who is missing in autumn."
It is difficult to shed tears, but the moon is clear in the Mid-Autumn Festival. How much gathering and dispersing, how much empty and full. As the sun rises and the wind becomes colder, it is hard to predict who will be leaning against the lantern alone on a moonlit night, playing the piano and zither in secret.
Imagine the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival: the lanterns are lit at the beginning, the neon lights are overflowing with color; the seats are full of friends, relatives and friends raise their glasses; the bright moon is invited together to sing joy. The moon is reunited in the sky, and so is the world. However, no matter how perfect the moon becomes, its color is still cold and dark. In the Nuan Pavilion, there must be thousands of lights gathering the expectations of the elderly, the blessings of the young, and the laughter of the children; and in the night, there must be a sad wind and a light moon accompanying the students' night reading, the sadness of the wanderers, Melancholy on an isolated island.
Although the moon is round, its color is cold, and its brightness diminishes every night. Do you know who Qinghui is?
The moonlight is cold, and the light shines brightly.
On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, young people dream of laughter, and students dream of university. While relatives and friends outside the house are singing and laughing, we can only stay in the hut and at the desk, carefully writing unfinished homework, neatly sorting out the courses we have learned, and seriously reviewing tomorrow's subjects. For our more than ten years of hard work and for our lifelong belief, we sit under the lamp for a long time, not afraid of hard work, willing to be lonely, quietly reading under the clear moonlight, and immersed in our own boating experience apart from the noise of the world. Learn from the sea! There are many ups and downs in the sea of ??learning. On this Mid-Autumn Festival night, we are accompanied by the clear light. In the flawless clear light, we secretly weave a lifelong dream.
The clear brilliance flows down in front of the students’ books and holds a lamp for them, precipitating for many students the hope of the future like the rising sun!
The moonlight is gentle and clear, illuminating the sky.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, relatives and friends dream of reunion, and wanderers dream of returning home. Many families gathered together in the building, and the wanderers could only feel sad in their solitary place, working hard at their posts, striving for their life's work conscientiously, and recalling the landscape of their hometown in misery. For the happiness of their own families and the laughter of reunions with others, wanderers from far away can only stay in a foreign country, work tirelessly, be willing to be alone, work silently under the clear light of the moonlight, and stick to it outside of the warm reunions of others. For your own determined career! Businesses often rise and fall, but on this Mid-Autumn Festival night, wanderers become friends with Qinghui. Under the bright Qinghui, they secretly cling to their lifelong beliefs.
The clear brilliance spreads all over, north and south of the Yangtze River, in the hearts of the wanderers, precipitating for the wanderers, and precipitating the splendid glory of the future!
The moon is shining brightly, and the clear brilliance sings.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, mainland China and Taiwan both dream of returning to reunification. No matter how many hostile forces are approaching, no matter how many deceptive remarks are spread, China, standing in the sea and on the top of the mountains, will remain unchanged forever, with its majestic spirit! Thousands of years of historical accumulation, thousands of years of cultural spread, thousands of years of blood and tears of heroic souls condensed in the deep moonlit night, condensed in the shallow bay, condensed in the heaven and earth of China, composing an eternal poem that will remain unchanged for thousands of years to come! The autumn moon is full, and my thoughts on the island of Taiwan are lingering. What kind of profound power will be inspired by the deep meaning of reunion and lovesickness? This kind of love and belief accumulated over thousands of years alone is enough to inspire the hearts of 1.3 billion people!
The clear brilliance is endless, but what’s endless is not just the clear brilliance of the bright moon?
The Yellow River reflects the moon, the Yangtze River reflects the moon, and the endlessly flowing water of the nation will sing with the moon and sing together to unite. The moonlight in the flowing water, the clear brilliance in the moonlight, the waxing and waning, separation, and reunion under the clear brilliance, in a blink of an eye, turn into the waning moon in the vastness, and the ruins smoke after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
However, the only thing that remains unchanged is the endless Chinese soul