When a kind of beauty makes people feel overwhelmed, they have to dance for it with their hands and feet; When a kind of insipid, light makes people unable to taste, we have to sigh and cherish it and praise it. You are willing to be indifferent, content with being plain, complacent in being plain, only willing to have fun in become a butterfly in your dreams, only willing to wander around the world with hovering Peng, unwilling to be tired of state affairs and unwilling to set foot in the world. You are like the sweet and fragrant mineral water, giving people a desperate life, a quiet and far-reaching life, and something detached. I tried to touch your skirt, but I touched it at my fingertips.
But I can't get rid of the sweet temptation, and I can't forget the bitter or sweet fragrance. When there is no way out, I have to look at your calm eyes, which are unusually clear and long, and I can't see the end of the world.
(2)
Miss the past and compete in prosperity. You are still wandering freely in the outside world, understanding the infinity of nature. The world is only your subjective product. Even you know the happiness of river fish, the joy of butterfly dance and the guilt of mantis, swaying away and shuttling through the mire. Why care about the power struggle? Who said you have to bear the unbearable weight of life?
There is a bright moon in the distance. You watch the bright moon alone on a breezy night, so that the bright moon will not be lost when people sit back and relax-just because your dull hearts are chasing each other. The world laughs at your madness, but your cold eyes are speechless. You suddenly realize that your faint spring-like philosophy is so profound, but you are already floating. I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.
(4)
Colorful makes harmony. Look at the light yellow of goose willow smoke, the green of green grass, the brilliant red of red apricots on the wall, and the blue sky with clouds and clouds. Their colors are different, but what's the harm? "Ten thousand colors are always spring", and the happy spring day for all things is not dominated by one color. Difference is the appearance, harmony is the essence, and colorful achievements are colorful richness, which is the real harmony.
Tap on the door of the red chamber and look for the dream that has been longed for for for a hundred years. You said that in A Dream of Red Mansions, Zhong Ling had so many beautiful daughters. Who is the reader's favorite? It has always been difficult to adjust, but it has always been appealing to both refined and popular tastes, stroking the slightly rolled pages. We seem to hear the publicity of "I'm late and I haven't met a distant guest", the sadness of "I don't know when the flowers have fallen", the surprise of "this elder sister seems to have met somewhere" and the call of "love my brother, love my brother" merge into one.
(5)
Wandering between life and death, hesitating between light and darkness, some people choose to live, some choose to die, some choose light, some choose darkness ... It really stems from a wisp of spiritual blood in the depths of human heart, but chooses eternity.
Standing on the coast of history, I wandered back to the ditch of history: Dr. Chu meditated on Zehe and died without regret; Wei Wudi whip east refers to courage; Tao Yuanming lives in Nanshan leisurely, drinking and picking chrysanthemums ... They chose eternity-even if flattery and slander blind people and don't spread their radio waves with them, it is also a persistent choice. Even if Marco is buried in Kansai, it is a hero's choice to raise his voice and try his best to sweep away the smoke. Even if you work hard all day, you are willing to enjoy yourself and work hard. This is an elegant choice ... some choices, emperors will become their great achievements, sages will touch guests and become their eternal articles.
(6)
Next to the thatched cottage, I met Yan Jinshu, who Qi Xuanwang said he would rather "walk slowly like a car and eat meat at night". I asked him why he chose seclusion. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "If you return to the original, you will never be humiliated." "Why those two sentences?" I muttered to leave, but behind me there was a voice as quiet as water: "It is the soul that is not shameful, and the soul cannot have a little dust and shame."
The beacon smoke of Aegean Sea filled the bleak and empty sky, and I found Achilles. I wonder why he would rather let Paris's despicable and insidious arrow shoot into his own foot than give a fatal blow from the darkness. "What Paris wants is Helen and my life. What I want is a noble heart. I have no regrets." Perhaps because of this, his resolute and cold face is destined to be cast into a bronze statue, and the hero's name will last forever.
(7)
The music began slowly, and a few guzheng sounds, like a few wisps of breeze in the mountains, brushed the leaves, bringing a few birdsongs and causing a thrill. I was shocked: I seem to have heard this, but I really couldn't remember it at that time.
However, the sound of the piano is getting stronger and stronger, like several white clouds chasing each other in the sky, which attracts birds to sing happily. Inadvertently, a slightly dignified erhu was inserted, which seemed a bit casual and with hoarse thinking. This kind of thinking is as unconstrained as a horse, unrestrained and free to fly. The agility of the guzheng and the melody of the erhu are properly combined, and a kind of inner joy without fetters is vividly interpreted.
When the last note emitted a wisp of smoke from heaven, I returned to reality. The old man gave a kind smile and said, "This is Song Shan Feng Song. You've heard it. Listen again, will you? " I was startled. He went on to say, "Taoism's detachment is against complex secularism, and Taoism also loves nature." They love the pure and dust-free nature. Taoist music actually loves life ... "
(8)
We become arrogant, we become arrogant. In the court of the Great Song Dynasty, literati were busy writing poems and fu. When educating the people with Zhu Cheng's Neo-Confucianism, northern fighters swept through China. In the prosperous period of Kanggan, the literati were busy writing stereotyped writing, annotation and textual research. On the other side of the ocean, a scientific and technological revolution began, rewriting history ... We have four great inventions, we have seismographs, and we have pi more than 1000 years earlier than other countries. However, our land contains a yellow civilization that is dominated by agriculture and self-sufficient. We have Zheng He to show off our national prestige, but we have not discovered Columbus in the New World. We have Li Bai and Du Fu, but not Copernicus and Newton. We know that China has gone to the kingdom, but we can't see the civilization outside ... We are intoxicated with ourselves, constantly summing up our glory with the books on heavenly creations and agricultural policies, but we forget to pay attention to examining our own culture ... We are lagging behind.
History is quietly passing away, and the enthusiasm in our hearts has not cooled down. On the contrary, we are more rational and more careful. ...
(9)
Emotion is like water, reason is like ice, and one-eighth of the ice is floating on the water, which is solemn and majestic. A blue Shui Piao swinging under the ice is not half as elegant, which is the beauty of reason.
People are not vegetation, who can be ruthless? However, emotions, such as moments, dreams and hazy eyes, are shrouded in your mind. Although beautiful, even if you have a pair of discerning and intelligent eyes that know everything, it is difficult for you to have a bird's eye view in the perceptual moonlight. Reason, on the other hand, is brilliant sunshine, which is generously sprinkled on the space. Even the lush jungle, even the dirty wandering sea, even the distant and lonely planet can give you a glimpse of the true nature of the universe. The beauty in the sun is real.
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There are mountains and valleys on the earth, and there are noble and humble people on the earth. The world is full of smoke and fog in secular desires, and all the family, friendship and love ... are like winds from all directions hanging over this smoky world. Standing between heaven and earth, who can get rid of the fetters of the world of mortals, who can put aside all vulgar thoughts?
How many people can cross the emotional smog in ancient and modern China and abroad? Like Zhuangzi's open-minded freedom? Like Qu Yuan's loyalty and patriotism? Although Zhuangzi can be friends with Kun Peng, he can penetrate the promising realm of the world, but he can't escape the disturbance of the world without wandering. Qu Yuan gave up everything, devoted himself to serving the country, but went to clean up and save his innocence. Both Zhuangzi and Qu Yuan put themselves in the outer layer of the vast universe, but they didn't know that on the day of his birth, the dust on the earth had branded them on the earth. Therefore, no matter how you look down at the universe, you are bound by feelings, as if there are countless lines on the ground involving various organs. How can I get rid of this layer of smoke?
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Will you despise the coconut grove sea breeze in the south because you love the snow in the north? Will you deny the beauty of "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen" in the northwest because you are addicted to the small bridges and flowing water and the blue tiles and white walls in the south of the Yangtze River? Will you not read the classic Dream of Red Mansions because you care about Lin Daiyu's "temper"? Will you be tired of "boring" classical music because you love pop music?
-The ancient Greek philosopher once said that man is an emotional animal. Therefore, in the face of this world, emotional closeness, likes and dislikes often affect people's views on things. I believe that everyone will have a balance in their heart and have their own standards to measure everything around them. Emotion is like a heavy object at one end of a scale, so it is particularly important to choose what to measure. In my opinion, morality, rationality, responsibility and belief are all important. The key is whether the measure you choose can benefit yourself without harming the interests of others.
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People live in the world and spend it in countless feelings. Some people say that a person's life begins with a smile and ends with a cry. This smile and cry is full of human feelings, saturated with emotional life, giving life a pillar, goal and hope, making life truly full and full, and making people dazzling.
People attach importance to feelings. Humans may never understand the ruthless animal nature of a hungry lion. Its children are no different from its prey. Clouds woven by deep and shallow feelings often become a kind of cover, which makes people's original intelligent eyes unable to see the blue sky.
In fact, everyone can get rid of emotional entanglements as long as they can calm down for a while when their feelings prevail. Whether it is favoring close people or deliberately "killing people", it will no longer be the judgment of right or wrong in people's minds. People are emotional, but more rational. When we look at feelings, we should also remember: don't cover your eyes with emotional clouds.
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Some people say that China people created the moon. This statement is not an exaggeration. Scientifically speaking, the moon is just a lifeless and emotionless ore, but countless beautiful poems by countless poets in China endow the moon with immortal life. There is a cloud in Wang Wei's poem: "There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream." Zhang Jishi says, "On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps and fishes for fire". Li Bai's poem: "Oh, let a spiritual man take risks where he likes, and don't point his golden cup at the moon!" " . Su Shi's words: "When will there be a bright moon? Ask for wine? " These beautiful poems, which have been carefully tasted so far, still give people the feeling of lingering fragrance. But at the same time, we will find that the poet's feelings are different: Wang Wei's ease, Zhang Ji's frustration, Li Bai's wild, Su Shi's life is far away. The same is true, the understanding of the same thing is different. Similarly, for other things, poets have different understandings. Some people like spring, while others feel sad about it. When someone is hurt, it is even more painful. Emotion is a basic point and a divergent source of understanding things. agree
High mountains and Running water
A mountain, a river.
Sitting on the floor, with a wave of his hand, Qingshan held the fiddler away from the world of mortals, away from the noise and began to sing.
Memories are still swirling in impetuousness, and running water has begun to lick the eardrum clearly.
Dull and indifferent, extremely elegant.
Elegant players gently touch the water with dexterous fingers, and seven heartstrings sing rhythmically with the green water, singing a delicate charm and a quiet spirituality.
The benevolent Leshan, the wise happy water. The so-called bosom friend, is two people's empathy, gently, will produce a wonderful * * * vibration.
Proud and free and easy, eyes tight shut. The player filled the audience with the original picture of the small bridge flowing water.
What kind of music will be played in what mood.
My feet walk between Xiushan and Lishui, and I don't want to go ashore for a long time. But my heart has gone through the steps of just visiting and looking for my bosom friend.
Fish need water, birds need nests, and people need bosom friends.
A bosom friend is like the wings of an eagle. If you break a wing, the eagle will never fly to the sky.
My bosom friend is dead, and my heart is full of joy. Who will listen to a broken string?
The piano is broken and the sound is gone.
Full of blood, one after another sprayed into the sky, and the blood sucked the broken strings of the piano. Thousands of hearts are trembling.
Song is a bosom friend, and bosom friend is dead. What is the use of Rukoto?
Castle peak remains the same, and green water remains the same.
The famous songs sung through the ages will still ring. However, who can interpret the word "confidant"? agree
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Nostalgia in spring
Zhang Xiaofeng
Spring must be like this: from the green hills, a handful of snow can no longer be held, with a splash,
Smile a cold face into a gorgeous face, and a song will be sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, and into the fence.
In autumn, the yellow webbed duck is sung as soft and soluble spring mud, which is as soft as a quilt that has just been turned over.
So charming, so sensitive, but so muddy and endless. A thunder can make you cry all over the sky for no reason.
When cuckoos crow, they can compete for a city of azaleas. When a gust of wind rises, every willow tree sings an empty sentence.
I can't tell, but I can't listen. Every fly is a semicolon of a willow. Anyway, spring is like this. no
It makes sense, but it's still good enough to make people calm. agree
Silent fatherly love
Six years old.
On the playground, a little boy learned to ride a bike, and his father stood beside him. Without a word of guidance and a trace of comfort, the little boy naturally fell and his leg was already bleeding. Finally, the child sat on the ground and cried. Father is still standing so straight, his eyes are full of disdain and indifference. How eager the child is for his father's encouragement. No; How much the child longed for his father's hug, but he still didn't. It's just that those empty eyes make the child feel cold and heartless. Finally, the child stopped crying, stood up stubbornly, got on the bus and began to try again. My father, who had long been uninterested, turned and strode away. Behind him was the crash of metal and the ground. My father just turned his head carelessly, but his hands were shaking. The child stood up, thinking about his father's indifferent eyes just now, and two lines of tears inexplicably slipped across his cheeks. One step, two steps, three steps ... Father's footsteps are still firm.
16 years old.
In the auditorium, the little boy stepped onto the platform surrounded by the crowd. I hold the trophy high again and cheer again. Holding the honor tightly, the child struggled to find his father under the constant flashing of the flash. He was the only one in the crowd and only one in the audience. For a moment, the auditorium seemed empty, only the child and his father looked at each other. Still so indifferent, still so disdainful. My father's empty eyes eclipsed the radiant trophy. He stood up, walked to his son, grabbed the trophy without hesitation and gave it to the teacher backstage. Two lines of tears flowed down involuntarily, one step, two steps, three steps ... Father's footsteps remained firm.
Yesterday.
At the school gate, a young man said goodbye to his father. No greetings, no comfort, no hugs, no words. Looking straight at my father, his wrinkles deepened and some gray was added to his black hair. Tears swirled in my eyes, repressed. In the blur, there is also a little light in my father's indifferent eyes. The trembling hand reached out to his son, stopped in mid-air and shrank back. Pointing to the door, my father turned around again and did not move. Looking at my father's distant back. Near the corner, the father stopped, looked back and saw his son. The young man stared at his father, too, and the uncontrollable tears finally flowed down. Silence, the heart is so warm, one step, two steps, three steps. ...
Today.
In the examination room. There is a child who writes about silent fatherly love, and his heart is full of gratitude and pride.
My father, his feelings are like delicate autumn rain and soft spring breeze, without ups and downs, just indifferent and silent.
Silent fatherly love-I am very grateful.
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Silent father, silent love.
What is contained in that silence is eager encouragement, hard spur and ardent expectation. It is this silent fatherly love that leads the author to become famous step by step and grow into a mountain man like his father. I think, even if he goes to the ends of the earth, he will never forget his father's deep and complicated eyes, because there is an invisible power in those eyes.
Silent son, silent stubbornness.
Father loves silence, and I think it is the father's most gratifying thing that his son can feel the connotation of silence! If you have a son, be proud, be proud. This kind of wordless understanding and communication is the most wonderful.
"I can't see the wet clothes and hear the idle flowers." That kind of deep and simple emotion, that kind of implicit and meaningful language, that kind of distant footsteps, bring us inner warmth and make people sad!
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Silent father, silent love.
What is contained in that silence is eager encouragement, hard spur and ardent expectation. It is this silent fatherly love that leads the author to become famous step by step and grow into a mountain man like his father. I think, even if he goes to the ends of the earth, he will never forget his father's deep and complicated eyes, because there is an invisible power in those eyes.
Silent son, silent stubbornness.
Father loves silence, and I think it is the father's most gratifying thing that his son can feel the connotation of silence! If you have a son, be proud, be proud. This kind of wordless understanding and communication is the most wonderful.
"I can't see the wet clothes and hear the idle flowers." That kind of deep and simple emotion, that kind of implicit and meaningful language, that kind of distant footsteps, bring us inner warmth and make people sad!
Ice core
The rain gradually died down, and clear light came in from behind the curtains. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the residual water droplets on the leaves reflect the moon, flashing and moving like fireflies-I didn't expect such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain!
Standing in front of the window for a while, I felt a little cold. When I turned around, I was dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; A faint glow, only an angel immersed in the painting on the wall, holding flowers, raising his wings and smiling at me slightly.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere. When will I ... "I unconsciously sat under the window and thought quietly.
The tense heart curtain slowly opened, pouring out an impression five years ago-a long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch gurgled. The green trees near the village are all caged in wet smoke. Bowed crescent moon, hanging in the treetops. Walking, there seems to be a child on the side of the road, holding a pile of white things. The donkey passed by and turned around inadvertently-he smiled at me barefoot with flowers in his arms.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere!" I still want to-silently.
Another curtain of gravity appeared, which slowly opened and poured out the impression of ten years ago. The rain under the eaves fell on Mao's clothes one by one. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps are turning. The Long Mai and the grape trellis in front of Zhumen are bright yellow and green. It finally cleared up after a while, and I quickly went downhill. I saw the moon coming head-on from the sea, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stopped and turned around. The old woman in this small room-leaning against the door, holding flowers, smiled at me slightly.
Similarly, this subtle expression, like a hairspring, floats and closes, (w m: n) together.
At this time, I feel relaxed and happy, such as entering the celestial world and returning to my hometown. San Xiao, who appeared in front of me, melted into the harmony of love for a while and could not see clearly.