When you stand on tiptoe, you are closer to the sun. -inscription
Stand on tiptoe, listen to the morning breeze caressing the pine forest, rustling, that is the breath of Lin Hai; Stand on tiptoe and feel the warmth from the sky when Chu Yang leaves grass and picks up pearls. Stand on tiptoe, watch butterflies flapping their wings and flying. That is the vitality of life. The life of walking on tiptoe is wonderful!
Stand on tiptoe and feel the beauty of nature.
Look: beautiful nature, catkins swaying, swallows returning to the north, the sun shining high, cicadas singing, wheat waves spitting gold, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, snowflakes flying, cold plum proud of snow. In this unique world, don't shut yourself in your room, open the window, look outside, push open the door, go to the field, stand on tiptoe, open your hands, close your eyes, listen to the wind and touch the air. Everything is so fresh and natural, which makes people feel refreshed.
Stand on tiptoe and write true love on earth.
Look: the little girl stood on tiptoe, holding ten dollars in her hand and stuffing it into the donation box. The expression on her face was so sacred. The thin boy stood on tiptoe. "Mom, I am taller than you. I can recite this! " "Take the bag in your hand; Behind the tall, thin boy, the mother has been on tiptoe to adjust her son's collar!
Stand on tiptoe and achieve a perfect life.
Listen: "If I see farther than others, it is because I stand on the shoulders of giants." Newton stood on tiptoe to "study" Kepler and invented the law of universal gravitation. "Don't take the results soaked with sweat as your own, and inform your peers as soon as there is a breakthrough, so that everyone can enjoy the results. He used his personal achievements to raise the jumping point of his peers in the country again and again, and soon caused a situation in which thousands of troops and horses worked together to tackle the problem. " Yuan Longping stood on tiptoe of "morality", gave up his fame and fortune, and promoted the overall cause, making rice grow taller than sorghum, ears longer than brooms, and rice as big as peanuts, which made the yield of hybrid rice reach a new level.
When you stand on tiptoe, you are closer to the sun.
Make the first wish 10 1, and one day happiness will listen to us. Now, we are "heroic and dashing, black scarves with feather fans", we are youth, and youth is our bargaining chip. In the arena of youth, we stand on tiptoe to work hard, sweat heartily and look forward to a bumper harvest. Even if we have withered rice in our hands, we don't care. "Those who can't reach it even if they try their best can have no regrets. Who can laugh!"
But just stand on tiptoe? The answer is no, for a suitor, it is not enough to "stand on tiptoe", because even if we stand on tiptoe, there are fruits that we can't reach, and even if we stand on tiptoe, there are landscapes that we can't see. As early as more than 2,000 years ago, the philosopher Xunzi said in his famous article "Encouraging Learning" that "I am not as good at learning as I am." From this point of view, although standing on tiptoe can make us see farther, it is better to stand on high. It is precisely because of standing "high" that Confucius can see farther and his profound ideological light can shine on future generations. Therefore, if you want to see far, you must stand tall. Sometimes, I'm afraid it's not just a matter of standing on tiptoe. You need to work hard, even try to climb high, which may be more useful.
The beautiful scenery requires us to stand on tiptoe.
True love on earth drives us to stand on tiptoe.
A perfect life is inseparable from our standing on tiptoe.
Two. Standing at the gate of Huanghuagang cemetery
On March 29th (19 1 1 April 27th), an uprising broke out in Guangzhou. One hundred and twenty insurgents broke into the governor's office in Guangzhou with guns, and Zhang, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, fled when he heard the news. However, because the insurgents were outnumbered and surrounded by hundreds of Qing troops, the insurgents suffered heavy casualties. Pan Dawei, a revolutionary, pitied him and collected the remains of martyrs. Among them, 72 people were buried in Huanghuagang at the foot of Baiyun Mountain. Ninety-seven years later, in the twelfth lunar month, it will snow heavily. I stayed in Guangzhou and went to the tomb of the seventy-two martyrs in Huanghuagang. Stop at the door and give all the feelings, a poem, a poem:
It's hard to know the sky in Chixian County, and the magic dance in a hundred years. Who knows the ground has been broken, who regrets the lack of Jin ou?
The emperor is no longer in heaven, and the Chinese dream is gone. We lost five ports trading with Hongkong, and China ships were also lost.
The fire in Yuanmingyuan made the Hall of Supreme Harmony shameful. The navy sank the ship, and the water in the Yellow Sea was fishy and salty.
The treaty was made in Chunfan Building, and treaty of shimonoseki was signed by a rebel. Guns were heard on the drum stage, and soldiers were buried before the country.
New ghosts chirp, old ghosts cry, and Beijing smoke is hard to see. Where can I find a declaration of war? Speaking of emperors and queens after the Western Heaven and Autumn.
The treaty of hating ugliness made the boxer hate, and the sunset and autumn wind wept the sword. Sixty years of harm to the country, eight thousand miles to hang the people.
Empty rivers curse the passing of Sichuan, and endless national sorrow is in Sri Lanka. 40 million people shed tears, where is China at the end of the world?
People and poor countries cut down land and pay silver compensation year after year. Poor Yue Nv cried every night, semi-colonial and semi-feudal.
Fire slave Lu Lu gathers people with lofty ideals, and reviving China will bring back the sky. The fire has burned the hammer and sickle, and now it will destroy the Qing court.
Gunfire shook the five cities, and the hero waved his sword fearlessly. Taking Yuquan as the country's death, why is it famous in the world?
A sad song fell from the sky, and the strong man stopped singing Xiao Shui. Seeing the mountains and rivers have smoke, the martyrs' souls sink into the spring.
Life can be geometric for a hundred years, and the grass is basked in the sun. White clouds are full of souls and yellow flowers are everywhere, which is worrying.
The rebels have covered the blue soil, leaving behind the spirit of history books. Huanghuagang was covered with a pile of soil and all the weeds were buried.
I don't know if I am in trouble, but Lu Qing's work is very hard. The sky is red and the earth is red, and the monument is embedded in the tomb.
Pedestrians often grieve for the past and recall Sun Yixian with anger. Boundless head blood, poor for false * * *.
The crown fell before the monarch, and there were no fewer monarchs on the earth. Thousands of people have never forgotten that autumn wind and autumn rain wet yellow flowers.
I'm worried that the Yangtze River will die in the east, but you have a history before you. Don't mourn the past, but look to the rejuvenation of the motherland.
Memories of vicissitudes of life are floating, and our efforts must move forward. Years are like songs and dreams, and a hundred years have passed.
In the dream of the world of mortals, there is shame in front of the tomb of the martyrs. We have never experienced a war, and we have never seen such smoke again.
In peacetime, I remember the past, but I didn't see it with my own eyes. Nanling is full of snow this spring, and the snow reflects the loyal soul of plum blossoms.
Game-writing protocol is flying all over the sky, and the vegetation is full of emotion and sadness. It is only because the blood of martyrs is like the sea that the sun and the moon get a new sky.
What a hero Huang Huagang is, among countless loyal red flags. One hundred trillion countries are pregnant with their ancestors, and Wan Li moved to their descendants.
Zhao Gong is willing to die for his country. He thinks you can always give more. Today, the world is getting worse and worse, leaving you without weeds.
Today's rivers and mountains are more brilliant and no longer sink as before. The factory is full of iron horses, and the information age is in sight.
People's pastimes are less miserable, and it's hard to see their sad faces again. I stood at the door of Yuling today, with a lot of thoughts.
Talk about a poem to mourn your soul, and don't blame the clumsy people for missing it.
Postscript: Today's life is made by the blood of our ancestors. There are many tombs of martyrs in China today, not just Huanghuagang. However, I have only been to Huanghuagang in my life, and I am ashamed. This autumn, it is expected that the yellow flowers in Huanghuagang will be fragrant in the autumn wind.
Three. China's wisdom of harmony but difference.
At the calligraphy exhibition in the museum, I was shocked by the fascinating exhibits and was at a loss for a moment. Suddenly, a work came into view. Its words look crooked, but on the whole, it has a different taste. It is beautiful in form and spirit.
I'm a little shocked.
"That's what Zheng Xie said." A deep voice. I turned my head, and it was a smiling grandfather.
I can't help but sigh: "This word is so beautiful. Although it doesn't look like Liu Tiou's orthodoxy, it doesn't hinder his unique beauty of integration. It really deserves to be the masterpiece of Zheng Banqiao, the head of Yangzhou Eight eccentrics. "
The old man smiled and said, "This is China's great wisdom of harmony but difference. You can see it from a small pair of calligraphy. Every word is crooked, it doesn't look beautiful, but it is very inclusive and contains the energy of everything. "
"This is a concrete sense of great harmony, that is, accommodating all different harmony," I said. "This kind of harmony does not insist on the identity of all things, but beauty is in name and beauty is in reality."
The old man nodded and pointed to the work in front of him: "Look, Banqiao's handwriting is written in official script, not official script, and so is China's wisdom." It has never had a specific paradigm, and there is no unified demand. The ancients let their wisdom walk in front of us, let us have a glimpse, absorb and coexist various cultures and elements, and finally reach a harmonious state. Look at every masterpiece handed down in front of you. Every painting has its own special charm, even if it is not like a Banqiao, it is not ancient and is born out of the most primitive spirit. "He suddenly stopped and laughed." Perhaps this energy is given by Cang Xie's characterization. "
On reflection, I said, "A gentleman is harmonious but different, and a villain is not harmonious. So should a person. Only by gaining the power of harmony can we turn words with strong personality into one. Harmony is different, it is different, no, it must be different. Only in this way can we not be willful, not confined to our own narrow space, not seeing everything, and not having the tolerance to feel it. "
"So some people say that Zheng Xie's calligraphy is indispensable and cannot have both." The old man replied, "He's the only one. That's the difference." Look at those famous people: Jin Nong, Badashanren, Zhang Xu. They are wild and restrained, energetic and feminine. They seem to have such distinct personalities, but in fact they are all footprints in the history of China's calligraphy. China culture embraces these unique beings with its unique attitude. "
"Harmony is different. I have never thought so seriously about the wisdom hidden in such a painting. " I said with emotion.
The old man patted me on the shoulder: "China's wisdom has never been illusory, it has already penetrated into everything." Take a good look. "
I am immersed in the alternation of black and white. I return to absolute being, turned to look at it again. The old man has disappeared.