In fact, everyone's life is a world, and the most ordinary people in history have to fight for the world they live in. -inscription
I often think, what is the road?
Go for a walk. So I walked into Alishan with a longing heart. Cupressus trees tens of meters high have become a myth-they grow upward. I can't help but ask, "Did the sky show them the way? Or is the immortal modest to lead? " "Otherwise, it is an upward nature, a belief in pursuing the scorching sun, and a commitment to stick to and protect Alishan." So, looking at the solemn souls standing on the beautiful sea, my heart is even more awe-the road is in my heart.
Wandering for several times, where is the road? Go and explore. Enter Tibet with anxiety and joy. Magnificent snow-capped mountains in the clouds! Brown and black mountains, angular! White Hada sings in the wind! Please tell me where the road is.
Look at your feet-that's the Qinghai-Tibet Railway condensed with blood and tears, that's the 3 18 national road that brings hope, and that's the source of Sanqinghe River. Where do you lead? Where are you going? What are you carrying? Lead to long-lost compatriots! Explore mystery and tradition! Carrying love and blessings! I heard crying echoing in the valley and rippling in the hearts of everyone who has been to Tibet. Where the light is needed, the road extends; Where there is hunger and poverty, where there is feudal conservatism, there is love; Where we need blood, light and help, we will go. You can see ethnic schools full of positive energy on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, you can meet Tibetan exchange students on campus, and you can pick up the scriptures of Cangyang Gyatso at this moment and mumble to yourself Maggie Ami. If you ask, why is the snow in Tibet so white? I said there was only pure love. If you ask me where the road is, I will say where we are needed.
Hey, hey, where should we go? Accompany parents or pursue ideals? Seize the opportunity or concentrate on further study? Cherish the light you encounter along the way or chase your dreams?
So the pace is faster and faster, the smile is more and more rigid, and life is more and more tabular ... When the years can't bear this load, you hear a majestic voice behind you: Take your time, son. Very few people turned their heads and looked away with tears in their eyes. The passage of time determines the occurrence of this gaze. Even those who are timid one second are watched calmly the next. But you forget that when your parents look at their most precious youth and reach out and hug you. So, please do it and cherish this life.
Fight for the crossing, the road to go.
So life is that you pack your bags before sunrise and look far away. You yearn for the magnificence of the horizon or the magnificence of the cape, but how many people follow the original road? When you are young, you follow your heart. When they are old, they are eager to go back to the way when they were young. They have not forgotten that this road is a one-way street, but even if the sky is round, they can't return to their original intention and starting point.
So, it is better to follow your heart and move forward. No regrets, no regrets, no regrets.
Excellent composition of the route 2 "Be sure to inherit your ancestors, honor your ancestors, remember to remember!" He looked haggard, holding his son's hand, his voice was as weak as cicada's, but he was firm. As soon as the voice fell, he died.
My son is very sad. He can't sleep at night and thinks about one thing over and over again. The next morning, he came to the sword room with heavy steps. His fist clenched and loosened, and his lips were bleeding. Then, there was a flash of cold light in his eyes, which suddenly exploded and destroyed himself as the sword of life. Then I packed my bags and set off.
After walking for three days and nights, he finally found Zhu Bo. Zhu Bo is his father's classmate, and they know each other because they love civil engineering and have deep feelings. Before leaving, his father entrusted him to Zhu Bo to teach him how to build roads-his family has been building roads for generations, and he didn't learn how to live up to his ancestors.
He is gifted, and Zhu Bo is strict in discipline. It only took ten years, and he made rapid progress, and he made great progress in one day.
On the day of departure, I wish "I am in heaven". In civil engineering, apprentices have few opponents and will certainly make great achievements in the future. I also give an account to my dead friend.
He is also very happy that he finally lived up to his father's entrustment. He smiled and made a toast to Zhu Bo, thanking Zhu Bo for paving the perfect life path for himself. Now, he has to go.
Sure enough, with his extraordinary knowledge, he rose rapidly and became an outstanding star. By the time he was fifty, he was famous all over the world and had a lot of money.
He came to his father's grave with a proud smile. The wind is hunting, making the leaves rustle and the forest look like a green ocean. He heard his father's applause and saw his father's relieved smile.
But suddenly, I don't know why, he felt depressed, like a mountain, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
So he went to his friend. He was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he was sure to help himself.
"You have been building roads for others all your life, but you have lost your own way. How far can you go? " His friend said.
He paused for a moment, then smiled at the sky and left happily.
At this time, at the peak of his career, he retired. I have no money, so I only left myself a cup of tea and a sword. Eating tea and dancing sword every day, life is bitter but leisurely.
Everyone asked him why he didn't build roads. He smiled and said, I'm still building. I build it every day. Everyone shook their heads and sighed. He walked so openly in the first half of his life, but he was crazy in the second half. He said with a smile that only by walking on his own road can he really walk. He is building his own road now.
Time is like running water, and he has reached the end of his life in a flash. The world is pessimistic, but there is only one thing to worry about.
Before he died, he warned his son word for word: "We must inherit the cause of our ancestors, honor our ancestors, and remember to remember!" "
The son said no without hesitation, and the wife heard that backhand was a slap. The son stubbornly said, "I like the piano, and I don't want to learn to build roads!" " "
The wife is really angry, swearing, her eyes are wide open, her mouth twitches from time to time, and her expression is even ferocious.
But he smiled.
The stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
There are still things I want to do but haven't done. There is still one trip in my life that I just want to leave. -inscription
Those who appreciate turning the Sahara desert into an oasis in people's hearts appreciate her words most: "Even if it is not successful, it will not become a blank." At first I didn't understand that she could choose a comfortable life, but she resolutely left home with Jose. Obviously, you can choose misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but you can go straight to the desert to be a desert woman who is safe and stubborn.
I guess it's because she doesn't like the relaxed and exquisite life, or she sees through the world of mortals and banishes herself-but I was wrong. I was so wrong. She said that it is the nostalgia for the past life of the Sahara, the love and yearning for foreign cultures, and the yearning for the distance.
Sanmao, as simple as your words and name, I didn't have much interest when I first read the story of Sahara. I am used to reading modern articles full of flowery rhetoric and romantic novels. At first glance, this ordinary and simple article was a little uncomfortable, but I still gritted my teeth, saw some differences and became addicted.
The ordinary warmth in the text is like a heater held in a cold winter night. I am like a frozen person, hugging tightly and unwilling to let go. However, there is a kind of sadness hidden in this ordinary simplicity, which affects readers' hearts all the time. I want to lie in your words, in this flashy world.
Some people say that with San Mao and Jose's Sahara, the desolate land has also become warm.
How I want to be with you, watching the lonely wind whimper on the endless yellow sand. The sky is high, the ground is heavy, majestic and quiet, looking at the hollow square houses scattered in the sunset; Look at the stunning beauty of the deserted desert dusk, look at the almost elegant appearance of the desert residents, and look at the image of white candles and tears in the dark room of the desert night; Look at your strong smiling face when you cry. Who says crying and laughing is a kind of luck, laughing and crying is a kind of courage. You must rely on your own strength and courage to cross the thorns on your growth path.
However, at this moment, I am still sitting here, surrounded by four tight walls, trapped by a narrow seat, looking out the window at the vast sky. How I envy your courage to leave, carrying your bag and wandering around. There are thousands of roads in Qian Qian. There are all kinds of people in this world, and different people have different choices. Maybe we will be confused. However, we are still on the road. We can't change the reality, but at least we can adapt to the present and move forward in a down-to-earth manner, so that every solid footprint will bloom and fill the road we have traveled.
Sanmao, you must be very happy when you say moths put out the fire, right?
Four people can walk on the road all their lives, or trudge, or go home. In short, there is no time to stop.
Human beings, a kind of hairless bipedal creatures, galloped on the blue planet with the power of walking, blazed a further road, and then proudly erected the banner of "the spirit of all things is long" and praised the earth. Come to think of it carefully, people are really awesome, so they walked out of the endless road of Qian Qian. Pangu opened heaven and earth, Kuafu chased the sun, and human beings walked out of heaven and earth. Thus, the Millennium history began with the first footprint on the edge of the Yellow River, and a beautiful and bright road flowed. What kind of mood should the predecessors who walked out of this road feel? With such questions, I set foot on the ancient road thousands of years ago.
"Lotus thought clothes xi, set lotus thought petticoats. I don't know. It's embarrassing. I feel like I believe it. High risk is at stake, and Pei is far away. Fang Ze has mixed feelings, but it only shows that they have not lost money ... "There is a gown standing in front of the rolling waves for a long time, with awe-inspiring brow, which can compete with the sun and the moon. I trembled and said, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Qu Zi?" He was silent for a long time, then stood closer to the river. His deep eyes seemed to be staring at the water, and seemed to be looking at the distant blood city, and suddenly there was a painful wave in his eyes. However, just for a short moment, I found a calm in his eyes. I'm scared. Is he going to throw himself into this boundless Miluo? I tried to stop him, but he couldn't see me. Everything I did was in vain. He walked into the cold Miluo River and into the depths of history, leaving me quietly watching the road he walked. "Although I haven't changed my mind, I can be punished." . This road of loyalty to the monarch and patriotism is too hard, but I know that Qu Zi has no regrets. Even if he becomes the tail fish of the Miluo River, he still misses his motherland. This road, he walked with blood, and finally became a capitalized China person.
I turned to leave, my eyes were attracted by a man who went out with a smile, and I followed him into the golden palace. Lux takes off his boots and the imperial concubine grinds ink, which is so noble and brilliant, but I capture a trace of loneliness from his cynical expression. Yes, I dream of hanging violets from Yun Fan directly. How can I bear to write such rich words as "a red dew condenses fragrance, and sex and rain destroy my heart"? Finally, he left the colorful capital and traveled around the world. I think of Mr. Yu Guangzhong's poem "Wine into luxury intestines, seven into moonlight, the other three into firm but gentle." When you spit out your mouth, it is half a prosperous Tang Dynasty. "Li Taibai is very clever. His genius lies in choosing the way he wants to go and living a free life. Many people have been walking until they are exhausted and fall down, only to realize that what they pursue all their lives is not what they want. How pathetic. Looking at the poetic journey behind Li Bai, I learned a lot.
I don't know how long it took, but I returned to my own way. Looking at the scenery ahead, I started walking again. Along the way, flowers bloom all the way.