Every life has its own shape.
Song Qing stretched out his arms and embraced the blue sky at the top of the mountain; Wheat and his companions hugged each other tightly, and vilen was thickly dotted.
The eagle spread its wings, flapping the sun and soaring with the wind; The horse hissed with its neck stretched out and ran on the grassland waving its mane. Our young hearts are stepping on the beat of the sunshine, showing our individuality. Our youth has its own stubborn shape. ?
The purple lavender in Provence haunts me, the lotus flowers in full bloom in the south of the Yangtze River make my mind clean, the lion lying in awe at the foot of Kilimanjaro and the antelope running in the Hoh Xil desert make my eyes water. Life is always colorful, and every life has its own shape. Showing colorful life to the world, different life brilliance is the most magical chapter of nature. ?
Haruki Murakami said that our hearts are not stones. In fact, even hard stones have their own shapes.
Li Bai said generously, "Since God has given talents, let them be used!" And he firmly believes that he is a useful stone, even a jewel that always shines with the most dazzling brilliance. ? Our life is full of countless possibilities. Take a unique road of our own, even if it is rugged and full of thorns, it is also a fascinating life we should have. There is no peace and enjoyment, no prosperous country praised by historians. Li Yu's pain of losing his country and family is also an unforgettable poetic story. Lost the quiet life in the study, lost the happiness of harmony, Li Yian's melancholy bitterness of "only frowning, but walking away" is also a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages. Without the smooth career path and the opportunity to help the people in trouble, Li Taibai's free and easy and heroic gesture of "giving them to teenagers to exchange good wine and sharing eternal worries with you" is also a permanent landscape of life. Life should not be bound or restricted. Every life must grow its own shape and blossom brilliant flowers.
Did the wind on my clothes wet my eyes when Qu Zi jumped down? Did Du Fu's sadness that "the petals are like tears, and the lonely birds cry" infect me? Does Gu Cheng's strength of "making all people accustomed to darkness accustomed to light" shock me? When I saw their extraordinary souls dancing in the clear light, when I saw that the dancing souls had unique shapes,
I feel my heart is growing. ?
The faint brightness sets off Zhu Ziqing's thin figure so firmly. Standing by the lotus pond in the moonlight, my heart is wide and soft.
How can his watery eyes in the moonlight not remind people of his determined eyes when he took the lead in refusing to accept relief food? You are just yourself, you grow into a stubborn appearance, and you make me burst into tears. ?
Life should be a flower on a tree in the sun, a bright April day on the earth, and an elf dancing in the wind.
Every life has its own language, and every life has its own wonderful! ?
We are children of God, God bless us, let our youth grow its own shape, dance lightly all the way, dance out its own melody and dance out its own flowers! ?
Youth blooms in its own form!
Inner solo dance
I am a little mouse dancing solo, dragging my stump and leaving footprints in different shades.
The brightest stage?
Since I was born, I have built this stage like a wasteland. I don't have any tools except my hands and wisdom, so I use them to practice. This is my most beautiful stage. Although it is so small and not so gorgeous, it belongs to me. ?
One day, when the most beautiful stage in my heart was close to me, I found that I couldn't step on it-I was injured. A wound that will never heal. ?
Therefore, this pure land is no longer an island where I can live, but a gray cage where gray dreams and gray enthusiasm are imprisoned. I found that the stage of my inner dream collapsed in an instant. ?
Who am I and where do I live? What am I? Who am I? A dancer or a clown? I don't know. All I know is that I lost my freedom. ?
We were bound by the outside world, and our parents, society and schools "poured" us in, and they won. I became their most loyal servant.
But this servant lives in the ivory tower, which is the closest place to God in heaven, but she can't fly back to earth. ?
When the will is hollowed out a little, the light of love cannot be "put into storage" because it does not conform to the norms. The cold current is coming, my world is cool to zero, and my heart is like an ice bank. ?
Then, cry, with fear of dream death. ?
I live in this ice room, eager to fly, but afraid to flap my wings. Longing for freedom, but feeling confused; Longing for the truth, but afraid to praise the existence of the truth alone, just because life is too comfortable. ?
So, from then on, I also moved to the whirlpool of drowning love. It's futile to extricate yourself. ?
Rebuild my stage?
With scars all over my body and a hole in my heart, I came back and began to rebuild my stage. ?
I no longer care about the eyes of others, and I have no time to care whether I am good or bad in the eyes of the secular.
I am no longer attached to others, no longer hiding in the corner alone, quietly watching everything my parents, school and society have laid for me. ?
I want to open my arms, stop being a sissy, let the cold wind pass by my ears, and let every inch of my hair groan in the wind.
Flying in pain ?
I want to learn to grow up in forbearance and understand life through experience. ?
I want to announce loudly that I want to be a truly independent dancer, even if I am the only audience.
I want to attract attention with the most unique dance on my own stage.
I came back covered in flowers and rain.
The moon is full at sea, and the cliff is frightened. A flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi. In the colorful city, in the low echo of the lingering sound, under the cool wind and the little starlight, people are like curtains outside the window, wandering on the way home several times.
One of the representative groups that can witness that human beings are going further and further on the road of modernization is cats. Once upon a time, the cat has changed from a responsible guardian to a pampered darling. When we sang "Mice love rice", the cat couldn't be inspired at all-it had changed its habits and fell in love with fish. What made the cat lose its instinct to catch mice? What makes cats become prey from hunters? I want to say "no". A cat is by no means a spectator who enjoys success. It still has an instinct to struggle in its body. ?
With the leap of history and the changes of the times, human beings have created endless civilizations with their hands. The power of civilization is great. It not only exists in the spirit, but also permeates all fields of material life such as politics and economy, which not only greatly improves the living standard of human beings, but also improves the living environment of human beings to a great extent. We don't deny the sense of superiority that this change has brought to mankind, but the contradictions that accompany progress have become increasingly prominent. For the superior material environment, people have lost their instinct to struggle, and they are more and more unwilling to work, even ashamed of it. All kinds of high-end scientific and technological products and machines are aimed at replacing human labor. As we all know, freeing your hands has triggered the inertia of thinking. Struggle and labor are instincts endowed by nature, and the instinct of nature is gradually fading, which also indicates that human beings, as a natural creature, are getting away from nature and getting farther and farther away from it. ?
Flowers bloom in spring and leaves fall in autumn, which is the instinct left by nature. The same is true of emotions.
"Living in Potala Palace, I'm from a snowy area.
Walking in Lhasa is the most beautiful lover in the world. "
This is a poem left by Cang Jia Jia CuO, and it is also an irresistible portrayal of his human instinct. His legendary life was all about this instinct. He is not greedy for power, nor is he tempted by wealth. His heart has been searching for the truest feelings in the world. He released the truest love and the best nature in the world to the fullest. ?
Ask Buddha: Why do you always regret it? ?
Buddha said: Without regrets, you can't experience happiness.
Q: Why does it always snow at night?
Buddha said: Good things always flow away inadvertently. ?
Cang Jia Jia has asked this question, and so have human beings, because we always leave regrets in beauty, just like our faded nature.
The cat was blinded by temptation and forgot her instinct. But I believe that people will not lose the nature of pursuing true temperament and the instinct of struggle under the love of science and technology. Man is a curtain swallow, wandering in the window of nature, still fresh spring like spring, still tea like tea, still returning under the rain. ...