Communication is as subtle as rain, but there is no lack of crystal. It rushes to the earth, merges into a trickle, and flows into the river where the soul meets without hesitation.
Communication, like raindrops, is soundless than sound, dripping silently, polishing the footprint of time and finally dripping on the rock-solid barrier between people.
As the ancients said, a friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and a friendship between villains is as sweet as Li. The friendship between gentlemen is the communication between hearts and the tacit understanding with heaven, intertwined like silk thread.
When Yu Boya followed the water and the piano rustled in the valley, Zhong Ziqi on the river was fascinated. So profound and mysterious, the piano was so skillfully understood by Zhong Ziqi. Don't you think this is a heart-to-heart communication?
The feeling of being surrounded by mountains and rivers makes Zhong Ziqi sigh that there is such a bosom friend who can communicate with him.
So when Zhong Ziqi died, Yu Boya broke the piano and vowed never to play again. Yes, what's the point without a confidant and someone to talk to?
This story has caused waves in the hearts of millions of Chinese descendants. It makes people understand that what people need is communication between hearts.
Communication between people is difficult, but communication between people and things is difficult to talk about.
A "I am a madman of Chu people and sang a crazy song about Confucius", Li Bai resolutely chose to be with beautiful mountains and rivers. The joy of his life lies in communication with nature. Being pregnant with the moon invitation and then dying in the water makes people feel that Li Bai depends on everything.
There is also Tao Yuanming, who "picks chrysanthemums under the east fence and sees Nanshan leisurely". He found tranquility in his communication with nature; Lu Xun's "I recommend Xuanyuan with blood" found firmness in the communication with "Weeds"; Fan Zhongyan, who "worries about the world first and enjoys the world later", found the goal of life in his communication with Dongting Lake.
Communication, like water, has been flowing since ancient times;
Communication is like tea, faint and fragrant, getting stronger and stronger.
Wang Anshi, "there is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream", experienced another realm of life in the communication with mountains; "The setting sun is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is * * * the sky is one color." In the communication with the Yellow Crane Tower, Wang Bo realized a kind of transcendental sigh.
Communication is like an axe, splitting two worlds.
Communication is like a needle, sewing a different life.