Some people say that the autumn wind is ruthless, complaining that it blows off leaves, fruits and seeds, saying that it blows away a vibrant world. People, have you ever thought about this? If the autumn wind hadn't blown some of the leaves off, wouldn't those leaves have been torn apart by the harsh winter? If the autumn wind hadn't unloaded the fruits from the branches, wouldn't the fruits have been swallowed by ice and snow? If the autumn wind hadn't blown the seeds off the stems, wouldn't those seeds have been frozen to death by the severe cold? It is the autumn wind that introduces the leaves to the roots, allowing them to find a way to continue their lives; it is the autumn wind that brings the fruits into a warm home, allowing them to preserve the embryo of life; it is the autumn wind that hides the seeds in the thick soil , giving it a hotbed for the emergence of spring.
Pessimistic people are defeated by themselves first, and then defeated by life; optimistic people defeat themselves first, and then defeat life. A pessimistic person has suffered limited pain and a limited future; an optimistic person has suffered immeasurable hardships and has an unlimited future. In the eyes of a pessimistic person, things that were originally possible can become impossible; in the eyes of an optimistic person, things that were originally impossible can also become possible. Pessimism can only produce mediocrity, while optimism can create excellence. It is not difficult for us to find a spirit of optimism from extraordinary people; from mediocre people, we can easily find a gloomy shadow. I kept walking forward along the elegant path. The birds in the forest were frightened by my footsteps and flew into the blue sky... I stopped to work, and at a glance, I had come to the red world - the red maple forest. . Looking at the red maples all over the mountain, it looks like a sea of ??red from a distance, the red color is bright and dazzling. I walked over involuntarily and picked up a handful of maple leaves. Wow, it's so beautiful! Like a slap, bright red, bright red; like a fan, spread flat; like a blooming flower, never wither! Before leaving, I picked up a piece of green red maple. I will treasure it as a symbol of youth, beauty, and passion forever! I look back and see that this mountain covered with red maples is like a pile of tenacious fire. No matter how many winds and rains it goes through, the fire of life will never go out. The helplessness of life sometimes does not come from oneself. It is built by others unintentionally, it is a kind of mistake. Life is inherently contradictory, the distance between day and night, the reincarnation between spring, summer, autumn and winter, so there is a picky love, which adds to the helplessness and joyful waiting.
A pile of tenacious fire, the fire of life that will never go out no matter how many winds and rains it goes through. When you praise yourself for your achievements and honors, you should think of: Others, like you, also have Success has advantages, so you must not be proud or complacent or forget about yourself; when you feel inferior due to setbacks and failures, you should think: like others, you also have failures and pain, so you must not belittle yourself or give up on yourself.
The earth said that it was the river that gave me life and vitality; the river said that if there were no forest, maybe I would have been obliterated long ago; the forest said that it was Mother Earth who raised me.
Some people say that the autumn wind is ruthless, complaining that it blows off leaves, fruits, and seeds, saying that it blows away a vibrant world. People, have you ever thought about this? If the autumn wind hadn't blown some of the leaves off, wouldn't those leaves have been torn apart by the harsh winter? If the autumn wind hadn't unloaded the fruits from the branches, wouldn't the fruits have been swallowed by ice and snow? If the autumn wind hadn't blown the seeds off the stems, wouldn't those seeds have been frozen to death by the severe cold? It is the autumn wind that introduces the leaves to the roots, allowing them to find a way to continue their lives; it is the autumn wind that brings the fruits into a warm home, allowing them to preserve the embryo of life; it is the autumn wind that hides the seeds in the thick soil , giving it a hotbed for the emergence of spring. The world is like a rose. A pessimistic person only thinks of its terrible thorns; an optimistic person only thinks of its sweet fragrance. The world is like fine food. People only spend a small amount of time eating and most of the time digesting. Being alone is digesting the world.
Some people are willing to lend you their umbrellas on sunny days, but when it rains, they hold their umbrellas and leave quietly first. Some people will circle around you when you are powerful, but when you leave your job or become powerless, they stay far away. When some people express their deep feelings to you, their language expression is like a clear and sweet river flowing, but under the river bed, there is a dirty undercurrent lurking. Some people stand by and refuse to shed a drop of sweat when you are sowing hard, but when you harvest, they are not ashamed to share your fruits for various reasons. Some people pay attention to appearance modification and dress to show a kind of luxury, but deep down they are full of emptiness. Full of ignorance and stupidity, that uncultured state is often revealed in his words and actions unconsciously.
When you read others, you are actually reading yourself. When you read truth, goodness, and beauty, you also read the hypocrisy behind sanctimony, the ugliness behind beauty, and the cunning behind smiles. When reading people, the most important thing is to understand how to behave. Reading people is to be a real person. Therefore, when reading people, you must learn to be tolerant and generous, so that you can read something beneficial to yourself, read nobility, read joy, and read happiness.
I am a bee, flying around in the garden of the motherland, working tirelessly to brew sweet honey for the motherland; I am a purple swallow, flying through thousands of homes in the blue sky of the motherland. Thousands of households report the message of spring to the motherland and the people; I am a raindrop, falling from the sky in the wilderness of the motherland, nourishing the thirsty seedlings; I am a green pine, standing proudly on the border of the motherland, showing my solemn identity Since the goal is the distant horizon, we should be more calm and calm. The numerous fruits of autumn are all due to the hard work of sowing in spring; becoming the blood of the sea is all due to the continuous running of the stream day and night. Maybe, you may not be able to reap the increasingly mature dream if you put in the sweat; maybe, you may not have the fiery red scenery if you shed the blood; maybe, the hard struggle in the darkness may not usher in the brilliant dawn. …. But I'm not just sad. Although I have been working silently and have not yet heard the echo of life, I, who love life, will definitely win.
Books are my spiritual food, they reshape my soul. When Jane Eyre said: "We are equal, I am not an emotionless machine", I understood the self-esteem of women; when Petofi said: "For the sake of freedom, both can be thrown away", I understood The value of being a human being; when Lu Xun said: "If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence", I understood the spirit of resistance that people should have; when Browning said: "Take away love, the world will become a tomb" , I learned how important it is to dedicate love to others.
Books are like a ladder that can guide us to the palace of knowledge. Books are like a key that will help us open the window of wisdom in our souls. Time is like a good doctor, it can teach us to heal bleeding wounds, time is like a loving mother, it will help us heal the wounds of our souls. "Back View" My father and I have not seen each other for more than two years, and what I cannot forget the most is his back view. That winter, my grandmother died and my father's errand was handed over. It was a day when misfortune never comes singly. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou and planned to go home with my father for the funeral. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw the mess in the courtyard and thought of my grandmother again, and I couldn't help but shed tears. My father said, "It's the way it is, so there's no need to be sad. Fortunately, there's always a way out!" He went home and sold off the mortgage, and his father repaid the shortfall; he also borrowed money to pay for the funeral. These days, the family situation is very bleak, partly due to the funeral and partly because of the father's unemployment. After the funeral, my father was going to Nanjing to find a job, and I was going back to Beijing to study, so we went together. When I arrived in Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for a day. On the second day in the morning, I had to cross the river to Pukou and get on the train in the afternoon to go north. Because my father was busy with work, he had decided not to see me off and asked a familiar waiter from the hotel to accompany me. He repeatedly asked the waiter to be very careful. But he finally felt uneasy, fearing that the waiter might be inappropriate; he hesitated for a while. In fact, I was already twenty years old at that time and had already been to Beijing two or three times, so it wasn't that important anymore. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to send me there himself. I repeatedly advised him not to go; he just said: "It doesn't matter, it's not good for them to go!" We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought the ticket and he was busy taking care of the luggage. There was too much luggage, so I had to tip the porter to get through. He was busy negotiating the price with them again. I was really too smart at that time, and I always felt that what he said was not very nice and I had to interrupt myself. But he finally agreed on the price and sent me to the car. He picked out a chair for me by the car door; I spread the purple fur coat he made for me on the seat. He told me to be careful on the road and to be alert at night so as not to catch cold. I also asked the waiter to take good care of me. I secretly laughed at his pedanticness; they only recognized money, and trusting them was just free money! And for someone as old as me, can’t I still take care of myself? Well, now that I think about it, I was so smart back then! I said, "Dad, let's go." He looked outside the car and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay here and don't move around." I saw a few sellers outside the fence on the platform over there. Something waiting for customers. When you get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up again. My father is a fat man, so it would be more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a large black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark blue cloth cotton robe. He staggered to the side of the railway and slowly leaned down. It was not a disaster. But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. At this time, I saw his back, and my tears quickly flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears. Afraid that he would see it, and also afraid that others would see it. When I looked outside again, he had already hugged the scarlet orange and walked back. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away. When I got here, I quickly went to help him. He walked with me to the car and put a bunch of oranges on my fur coat. So I puffed away the dirt on my clothes, feeling very relaxed. After a while he said: "I'm leaving. I'll write you a letter over there!" I watched him go out. He walked a few steps, turned around, saw me, and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back blended in with the people coming and going, and he couldn't be found anymore, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again. . In recent years, my father and I have been traveling here and there, and the situation at home has deteriorated day by day. He went out to make a living as a young man, supported himself independently, and did many great things. Who knew Laojing was so decadent! He was so sad that he couldn't help himself. When he is depressed in his heart, he will naturally express it outwardly; trivial matters in his family will often make him angry. He gradually treated me differently than before.
But after not seeing each other for the past two years, he finally forgot about my faults and just thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote a letter to me. He said in the letter: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly. I have a lot of inconvenience in lifting chopsticks and pens. I think I will die soon." I read this , in the glistening tears, I saw the fat back again, wearing a green cloth cotton robe and a black cloth mandarin jacket.
well! I don’t know when I will see him again!
Preface to "Spring Water with Stars" On the winter night of 1919, I read Tagore's Stray Birds with my brother Bingzhong around the stove. Bingzhong said to me, "Don't you often say Sometimes the thoughts are too fragmented to be easily written into paragraphs. In fact, they can be collected like this." From then on, I sometimes wrote them down in a small book. In the summer of 192, my second brother, Uncle Bing, rummaged through the pile of books. After publishing this little book, he read it again and wrote "Stars". On the first page, in the autumn of 1921, the little brother Bingji said, "Sister! These little stories of yours can also be printed on paper." So I wrote the last paragraph and published it. It was a fragmented thought two years ago that was appraised by three children. The preface of (Stars) is this Bing Xin 911921 Stars - Stars are twinkling - never was the deep blue space I can hear them talking to each other in the silence. In the dim light, they deeply praised each other's childhood! It's the truth in the dream. The dream is true. It's the tearful smile in the memory. The trembling of thirty thousand hectares - the deep black moon beside the island. The child has come up, the source of life and the place of death! The fourth little brother! Three bright and joyful stars in my soul. The tender and indescribable child in the depths of my soul! How profoundly do the five darknesses describe the universe in the depths of my soul? Deep in the resting place in the bright light. 6. Looking at the opposite side in the mirror, it feels unnatural. It is better to turn it over. 7. Only lonely and angry people are awake! Listen to the sound of fortune-telling gongs to knock the fate of the world. Eight broken flowers are decorated in it. The birds flew away on the branches and scattered red all over the ground - is life also such a glimpse? Jiu Meng'er is the most concealed! It clearly and honestly tells you the secret of your soul. And hidden worries - the green buds said to the young people, "Develop yourself!" The white-talking flowers said to the young people, "Contribute yourself!" The crimson fruits said to the young people, "Sacrifice yourself!" - What is the infinite mystery? Look for him everywhere, after his smile, before his words, there is an infinite mystery - two human beings! After falling in love, we are all long-term travelers heading for the same destination - the city wall at the corner of the city, the blue sky at the end of the sky, the boundless sky - this is it. Heaven and earth - 14. We are all natural babies lying in the cradle of the universe - 5. Little children! You can enter my garden, but don't pick my flowers - look at the thorns of the roses hurting your hands - 6. Youth Man! Paint your present picture carefully for the sake of future memories. 17. My friend! Why do you say that I am "silent"? There are things in the world that transcend language and words. 18. Writers! Paint you with care. I want to discover your fruit anytime and anywhere. 19. My heart is like a boat passing through the sea of ??undulating time. 2. The flower branches of happiness are looking for the perfect person in the hands of the God of fate. 2. Outside the window. The strings touched my heart! Why are they lingering deeply in the lingering sound? It’s the infinite sound of trees, the infinite moonlight. The separation of two and two is the hazy moon and sun, the farewell of death. It’s the haggard falling flowers of two and three. The lamp of the soul is extinguished in the silence, and the light is extinguished in the excitement. Twenty-four sunflowers admit to those who have never seen Bailian that they are best friends. He is silent, and ultimately rests forever. 26. The high mountain tops, the deep sea - a cold heart, warm tears, poor little people! 27. The poet is the greatest happiness in the world's fantasy and the deepest in reality. Disappointment 28 The sea waves in my hometown! Your splashing waves used to knock on my rock drop by drop, and now they are knocking on my heartstrings drop by drop. 29 My friend, I am sorry for you. The only comfort I can give you is strictness. cold smile