1. God rewards integrity
The ancient country is like China. Five thousand years of historical trajectory and five thousand years of cultural inheritance. Five thousand years of wind, frost, rain and snow have not buried the fine traditions of the Descendants of the Dragon. Instead, they have remained fresh and passed down through time. The ancients respected those who are honest, people today love those who are honest, and history chooses those who are honest.
Confucius said Chengren, Mencius said Yiyi. Benevolence comes from propriety, justice comes from emotion, ends in the heart, and is upright in the body. According to Confucianism, the prerequisite for benevolence and righteousness is inner kindness, which is called diligence and sincerity. Only by adhering to integrity in your heart can you be at peace and at ease, and then you can cultivate yourself, manage your family, govern your country, and bring peace to the world. Those who practice justice should also be based on integrity. Where righteousness exists, integrity also exists. When reading "The Great Learning" and "The Doctrine of the Mean", it can be summed up in one word: sincerity. Sincerity is all-encompassing, and integrity is its specific embodiment.
In the long river of history that rolls in and goes away, there are many honest people who have emerged. Jing Ke said goodbye to the prince in "The wind is rustling and the water is cold". To repay the kindness of knowing and encountering someone, I will have no regrets even if I walk to death. Wu Zixu fled the Chu State and was reused by the King of Wu, who promised to avenge him. From then on, Wu Zixu assisted him wholeheartedly. Even if he was later suspected, he still remained loyal. When Tao Zhugong was boating on the West Lake, the secret of being able to "come back after losing all his money" was to do business with integrity. Later generations of Huizhou merchants and Shanxi merchants all fulfilled this principle, and only then did the merchants prosper.
If integrity is in the heart and is used in doing business to get rich, one can make a fortune; if one extends integrity to settling down and establishing a life, one can be praised by future generations; if one extends integrity to all corners of the country and within the four seas, all people can return to their hearts. In accordance with the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and the cycle of the four seasons, the five mountains will shake, hundreds of rivers will surge, the princes will obey, and the world will be brought into order. When Qu Yuan was released by the lakeside, he sighed, "The whole world is turbid but I am alone pure, everyone is drunk but I am alone awake". He resented those who "examined their bodies and accepted the grace of things". He was loyal to the emperor and loved Qu Yuan. Concerned about the country, Qu Zi jumped and the clear water of the river was stirred by it, making his name immortal for thousands of years. The reason why Liu Bang was able to win the hearts and minds of the people when he entered Guanzhong was that he fulfilled the three chapters of the agreement and did not commit any crimes. Liu Bei had the advantage of crossing the bridge to protect him from the obstacles, making good friends with neighboring countries, governing the people internally, and being honest to the people. This is Dividing the world into three parts; Li Shimin knew well that "water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it." He had integrity to the people, and the people of the world supported him as king, so he wanted to benefit thousands of people, so he created "Zhenguan" "Government"... All these things all mean that integrity is the foundation of a person's life, and God rewards integrity.
Therefore, if we inherit the beautiful qualities of the nation, integrate integrity into our body and mind, and use integrity to guide us in dealing with others, then our life will be brilliant and our career will be brilliant!
Remember, God rewards integrity, and integrity will accompany me all the way forward.
2. Hold up a blue sky of integrity
Someone once asked me: "What is integrity?" I said: "Integrity is a clear spring, a clear spring that can tell your integrity. "Someone once asked me: "What is integrity?" I said: "Integrity is a natural beauty, and there is no room for dirt." Someone also asked me: "What is integrity?" I said: "Integrity is a flower. A flower that brings fragrance to the whole world."
Yes! Integrity is a clear spring.
The world we live in needs such a clear spring so much. There are too many deceptions and lies around us. How much we want to have a blue sky where we can make promises to others and keep our word to others. Some people have lost their most precious love because of deception. Precious friendships, some people are separated from each other because of lies, and some people are on the verge of life and death because of deception. Let me ask, how wonderful it would be if there were no deceptions around us! Some people will stay true to their word until death. How can we forget the three bows in the peach garden? What about Mr. Guan’s integrity? Facing high-ranking officials and generous salaries, and facing promotions and promotions, he resolutely passed five levels and killed six generals, leaving an eternal reputation, just for the word "faith".
Integrity is jade, a priceless gem.
It has the purity of jade, the nobility of jade, and the steadfastness of jade. Scholars and scholars have always regarded jade as their friend and companion. This is the fusion of jade and faith! They learned faith from Jade, a code of conduct that has been passed down through the ages. "If you don't keep your word, you don't know what you can do." The ancients also had representatives of unfaithfulness. A generation of heroes, Lu Bu, held a square-shaped halberd and rode a red rabbit horse. He was so majestic and heroic. But in the end, he lost his fortune and life for the word "faith". He treats promising others as a child's play and only relies on his own good martial arts. That's his stupidity! That’s because he has no faith! If he was given a chance, a chance to start with a letter, history might really have to be rewritten.
Integrity is like a flower, a slogan that says a flower can make a world. Yes, our lives need more flowers to decorate, and our lives need more flowers to accompany us. In order to fulfill the promise in his heart, Mr. Tao Yuanming became associated with chrysanthemums. He watched the honest chrysanthemums and lived so freely. How can we be willing to go along with the ruling forces full of deception and darkness? He couldn't do it, and he didn't want to do it, because with the honest Shan Ju as his companion, he lived a fulfilling and natural life.
In this honest blue sky, there is no need for deception or lies. All we need is the clear spring, the steadfast jade, and the fragrant flowers, because we see a word in them--" letter".
Look! There are three people standing under the honest blue sky, you, me and him.
3. Leave yourself an opponent
--Bless those who make you grow
Although the Chinese team won all the gold medals in the World Table Tennis Championships, However, what I felt was not joy, but a desolate feeling of being alone and defeated, and it felt cold at the top. The Chinese team needs an opponent so much. And in life, so is it. A person who has an opponent should be happy, because your opponent will grow with you until you reach the highest mountain.
Circumstances create heroes, and heroes create heroes. Heroes often appear in pairs, such as Gou Jian and Helu, Cao Cao and Liu Bei, Mao Zedong and Chiang Kai-shek. They seem to be opponents, but they have achieved each other and themselves at the same time. It is the existence of your own opponents that can make you study harder and fight harder. Finally achieved success.
When the First Emperor swept the world, I believe what he gained was not the joy of being the only one among all people, but the loneliness and desolation of being invincible and invincible. He lost the goal of his struggle and was also lost. He killed himself, and eventually Qin Dynasty II died. Although Liu Bang likes money, he is very beautiful. However, Xiang Yu's existence made him grow from a street gangster to an emperor's talent. I believe that when Liu Bang is about to die, what he misses the most will not be anyone else, but his lifelong rival-Xiang Yu.
Happiness makes people numb, but pain makes people grow. We often don’t remember the people who bring you happiness very clearly, but we remember the people who bring you great pain unforgettable. A life without opponents is an incomplete life. Whenever I watch "Emperor Kangxi", I am moved to tears when I see Kangxi toasting wine at the Qiansou Banquet. He toasted three bowls of wine. The first bowl was to the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, and the second bowl was to everyone. Minister, as for this third bowl of wine, he said this: "This third bowl of wine, I want to give it to my mortal enemies. Qi Bai, Wu Sangui, Zheng Jing, Ge Erdan, and that Prince Zhu San. , they are all heroes, they made me, they forced me to accomplish this great feat. I hate them, but I also respect them. It's a pity that they are all dead, I am lonely! I don't. I wish them a peaceful death, and I wish them to be my enemy again in the next life!"
How heroic and unyielding this is.
Heroes have suffered many hardships since ancient times, and finally emerged from the cocoon of dangers and dangers.
Please leave yourself an opponent, leave yourself a goal to strive for, and keep yourself full of energy.
Please bless your opponents, it is because of them that you are able to achieve today's glory.
Please cherish your opponents, because one day you will find that they have an irreplaceable weight in your heart.
We will not seek defeat alone. We are all men of flesh and blood. We will respect our opponents. They will progress and grow together with us. One day, we will all find our own blue sky.
4. Back to the starting point
With the gray sky above my head and crossing the dusty road, I could finally stop and stand at the familiar yet unfamiliar alley. I know that as long as I take one more step, I will return to the "original point" of my life - the old alley that has given birth to me since I was born. That old alley full of Xiguan style taught me the first lesson in life.
Stepping on the bluestone road, I slowly walked into the depths of the alley. What comes into view is the long-lost old house in Xiguan. In front of the dark red door is three shallow flat stone steps. A certain family's domestic cat is lying lazily on the stone steps, enjoying the gentle sunshine before noon. Occasionally, a breeze blew by, and the old cat gently played with the whiskers on his face with his front paws. After making a "meow" sound, he rolled over and fell asleep again. I know that this is the leisure and tranquility that can only be found deep in the hustle and bustle of big cities. And the starting point of my life begins in this peaceful place.
After walking through the door, the wooden door that was originally closed has been opened. With the faint light in the room, I saw the gray-haired grandfather lying on the rocking chair and reading the newspaper. Suddenly, a small rubber ball hit the rocking chair with a "bang", and then a child who was only about two years old stumbled to the rocking chair and grabbed his grandfather's clothes. "Grandpa, ball!" He took off his glasses, stood up with a smile, took the child into his arms, and whispered softly: "Oh, where did Qiuqiu go! Is it here? No! Ah...here!" I heard a burst of copper bells. The sound of laughter passed into my ears, and I seemed to see my grandfather who had passed away long ago hugging me like this. Yes, in the first few years of my life, this old alley carried countless cares from relatives and the unique warmth of Xiguan people.
Manchurian windows, blue tiles, ancient banyan trees, more and more scenery impact my visual membrane and beat my heart. However, suddenly, a red word "Demolish" that had long since faded but was dazzling appeared on the wall of my old house. This word "demolish" is so inconsistent with the surrounding scenery and peaceful atmosphere. At this time, we woke up: as early as eleven years ago, this old alley had been included in the scope of demolition, which meant that the "origin" of my life was about to be erased.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I wanted to shout: This alley cannot be demolished, it cannot be demolished! It is not only the place where I was born, but also the place where my gentle personality was cultivated. It was also the first place where I felt the warmth of the world. Every flower, every grass, every brick here is the beginning of the formation of Lingnan culture. To demolish this place will destroy my roots and the roots of hundreds of old Guangzhou neighbors! However, who would hear such a cry? The origin of life, the origin of culture and the rapidly developing economy seem to have become insignificant compared with the rising buildings.
This night, I dreamed of the old alley that I had not seen for a long time - the difference was that this time when I returned to the "original point" of my life, the red word "demolished" disappeared. .
5. The world needs you
A song, a memory. I accidentally walked into your memories. I like to put on my headphones and listen to the Vae song quietly. From now on, I can no longer live without you in my world.
——Inscription.
The world needs you because you are an angel of music. You spread the wings of music, linger in our ears, and soothe our sorrows. The beautiful past and the self-defeating agreement, mixed with your singing, are like cherry blossoms flying and falling blossoms. Listen gently and savor carefully: On the Qingming rain, chrysanthemums are folded to express thoughts; the snow remains on the broken bridge, the willow curtains on the white embankment; the pink letter paper is full of longing; if at that time, the red rain was pouring; half of the city was filled with smoke and sand, and there were golden and iron horses; Why not, thaw the glacier; the gray head falls into the sky. Your music is full of memories, the same features flow through my heart, and the most real joys, sorrows, and joys are all buried in yesterday. Your music is full of sadness. If life is like the first time we met, there is no need to be sentimental about parting. Moths fly into the flames, and traveling alone seems to be a helpless choice. You used music to remember your youth, and you used music to express the brightest hurt in your student days. Our world has had you since then.
The world needs you because you are a spiritual doctor. You should have picked up the scalpel to save lives, but you used music to heal our wounds. You tell us, why bother when I make my change? You tell us, you don’t have to dress up as a couple to pretend to be a couple; you tell us, if you love, please love deeply; you tell us, I want to hold hands Your hand escapes from this planet; you tell us that a wisp of black hair is treasured for life; you tell us that we have spent several spring and autumn together and understand that love is not chasing possession; you tell us that the funeral of roses buries deep feelings. I love you deeply; you tell us that the flowers bloom and fall again, and reincarnation has no fruit; you tell us that the love that flows slowly is endless; you tell us how deep your city is, I love you. How stupid; you told us that I only love you, and your voice is the driving force of happiness; you told us... you have occupied half of our souls, and we will always listen to your voice unconsciously when we sleep. Our world needs you.
The world needs you, because without you the world will cool down. You are like the clear Luzhou moon in the night sky, deeply engraved in our hearts, pointing the way to us who are lost; I like your charming fireworks smile, they say that fireworks are easy to get cold, but you are brilliant alone, Warm our tomorrow; I like to listen to your snowflake ballads, as if I'm going back in time, sleeping in my mother's arms, quietly enjoying this long-lost happiness. You are a "bad boy" and bear this change alone, because you know "true feelings or falsehoods, and know how to feel." Our world cannot live without you. The world without you seems to be the end of the world.
The world needs you, because you are an invisible scenery. You "lurk" on the Internet, maintaining the mystery of "still holding the pipa and half-hiding your face", and use your low profile to compose exciting songs one after another. You have been applauding us in that not-so-distant place, but you are not accepted by the so-called "orthodox". You "broke out of the ice", signed with Haidisk, flew across the country, signed albums, stepped onto the screen, and trained yourself. We finally saw your beautiful scenery. I have searched for you thousands of times, and you are in that dimly lit place. You are the most beautiful scenery in our hearts, and our world cannot live without you.
Your musical talent is admirable, and your low-keyness is admirable. This high-profile world needs your cooling down.
You said that our love is a serious waste of life. You said that what should be there will be there, and what should go will go. I hope you are precious to us and never leave our world.
6. Reject mediocrity
I also use Weibo. But I have a hobby: I only read and don’t click “share”; I only write and don’t want to “cite”.
Some Weibo friends asked why?
Answer: Reject mediocrity.
It is true that the jokes are exquisite, the information is fresh, the pictures are eye-catching, and the videos are eye-catching. But in my opinion, it’s just an appetizer. The poems are as talented as sprinkling, and the aphorisms are as smooth as meat. However, the wine and meat pass through the intestines, and what remains in the heart are only the personal true feelings and sparks of thinking that come from the heart, are frightening and generous. If you are busy following what others say, you will fall into a cliche and fail to live up to the wonderful function of micro-watching itself in providing people with a platform to reject mediocrity.
Rejecting mediocrity means not being willing to be ordinary and not sinking into mediocrity. When I was young, I read "Dongpo's Inscriptions and Postscripts" and read Su Shi's comment on Han Yu's "Preface to Farewell to Li Yuan's Return to Pangu" and wrote: "I wish to write an article like this in my life. I stop writing every time because I laugh to myself and say: 'It's not as good as this.' Let go and teach you to retreat.
'" I couldn't help but clasped my hands and sighed: Only great heroes can show their true colors, and it is true celebrities who have their own style. If Su Shi really imitated Hui Zhi and wrote the preface, I am afraid that no matter how outstanding he is, it may not be as exquisite as Korean writing, and it will be lost in thousands of imitations. It's like falling behind. Unlike today, the open-mindedness of "not as good as it is" will be remembered throughout the ages, and it effectively criticized the conclusion that "literati have been contemptuous since ancient times", how can it be achieved by ordinary people?
The reason for rejecting mediocrity is because he is willing to go his own way. Let's take Su Shi as an example. Although he gave up imitating Korean writing, he never gave up the exploration of the meaning of life and death. Using profound questions about the metabolism of life to show the beauty of speculation across the past and present may not necessarily be called "understanding the changes between the past and the present, and studying the relationship between heaven and man", but at least it is a family statement. When writing this, I can't help but think of the man who abandoned tradition and acted magnanimously. Lin Shu, famous for his "Research Methods on Han and Liu's Articles", is even more famous for this poem: "I have never been in the family of three kings in my life, and my family law is slightly bitter. I only want to enjoy the taste of mountains and rivers, so why bother to study the famous masters! "To walk out of one's own path is to firmly believe that "it is better to have a seed" and to be confident that "a hero does not ask about his origin", but only asks if he can break out of the cliché, serve the people's livelihood, and speak his mind!
"The wonders and treasures of the world" It is strange that most of the sights are in dangerous and remote places, but they are rarely visited by human beings. "I deeply agree. There are too many predecessors, too many distant places, and even the scenery is like tasteless food chewed a thousand times, which increasingly encourages us to pick up our own rationality, reject mediocrity, and step out on our own path.
Rejecting mediocrity and being willing to be ordinary is not a question of rhetoric, but a question of survival or death
7. My time
Time is nothingness and invisible. It can't be touched. Time is real, and our future is piled up every minute!
Everyone has time. This is an ordinary and precious gift given to each of us by God. The time we have is different. Whether it is its length or value, it is all in our own hands.
When I was young, I always lamented that time flies by. I always let precious time slip away without realizing it. I always hear about the success of various celebrities, and I always envy the glory of successful people, but I don’t know that I have the same wealth as them. I will work hard from tomorrow on, but I don’t know that Haizi’s “From tomorrow onwards, I will feed the horses and cut firewood, facing the sea, and the spring flowers will bloom” is actually an extremely sad expression, and I have never realized my determination about “tomorrow”. In fact, I just gave myself an excuse to be lazy today.
Time is a long river. In this huge long river, my time is small, and the light and heat I can emit is also small. But this does not mean that the small can be given up, and any time is unique. In the long history, many heroes have achieved great successes, and tens of millions of working people have worked hard. It is only the small success that has created China's five thousand years of splendid civilization!
My time, my bargaining chip. The passing time in the past has become frozen history and cannot be restored; I will own it in the future. It is impossible to predict whether time will be wasted or not, but today, now, it is really in my hands! Maybe I can’t use technology to create wealth like Gates, and maybe I can’t be like Buffett because of my hesitant personality. To become a stock market myth, maybe because of my fear of loneliness, I cannot devote myself to research for decades like Marie Curie. But who says that is success?
I am ordinary. I think my life is not necessarily about being immortal and immortal. Others' success cannot be copied, and other people's time cannot be plundered. Even if there is no greatness or ups and downs, even if I cannot become a great man and go down in history, as long as I seize my own time and walk seriously. If you take every step well, why should you be afraid of being ordinary? Time is your own, and the road is your own. No matter how long the time is, it is worthless if it is wasted; no matter how short the time is, if it is fulfilled, why should you fear death?
The experience of our predecessors may remind us, but the road is ours, and we must use our own time to build our own future. Don’t be afraid of wind and rain, and don’t be afraid of the scorching sun.
8. Survival in the wind. Xiang
The glorious Tang Dynasty has long passed, but poetry is still flowing in people's hearts for thousands of years; the city-states of ancient Greece have long since collapsed, but the sparks of freedom and democracy are still spreading, in a deeper and broader land above, burning for thousands of years.
The Jewish king David had an inscription on his ring, "This shall pass". Yes, nothing can last forever, and the most magnificent building will eventually turn into a handful of dust in the dust of history, but the ideas and beauty we have created will turn into the dust of history after their carriers and bodies are annihilated. The lingering fragrance lingers forever and will never fade away.
After Zuo Guangdou was killed by Wei Zhongxian, his throat bone was ordered to be ground into powder, and Wei Zhongxian drank it. Even his throat bone was completely broken, and Wei Zhongxian was completely relieved. How could you write any more letters or make comments like this? Little did he know that what he drank was a lifetime of fear. The pride of the Donglin Party members is immortal, and their souls have become the eternal nightmare of evil people, and have also transformed into an eternal and tragic song of history.
Yes, nothing will pass. The past of form predicts the eternity of connotation.
Now, in this era where the scenery around us is changing rapidly, have you ever smelled the lingering fragrance in the wind? Gu Long once said that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. And where there is life, where there are people living there is inheritance and legacy. So many people lament the loss of intangible cultural heritage, so they are eager to rebuild it and carry it forward. There is nothing wrong with this, but there are many cultures. With the passage of history, it has been difficult for them to occupy a glorious position in today's world. Their position should become the faint fragrance in the wind, the bonsai of people's spiritual home, silently nourishing and warming our feelings. Those forgotten things are inevitable. Traditional aesthetics or slightly superstitious customs have never disappeared around us. We only feel it if we insist on changing back to a vigorous commemorative form. [To], their passing gestures.
And everything is possible and worthy of becoming the lingering fragrance in the wind. The dialectic of passing and staying is the wisest consideration of nature and history. As the surface gradually melts with the wind and sand, the core is slowly revealing its essence. The hourglass of time allows us to see the true value of something more clearly. In Dunhuang in the northwest, the flying sky was once complete and clear, but to the people who painted it, it was just a mural; although it is now dry and full of holes, it is more able to bear the weight of history. A real masterpiece must have gone through the wind and frost of history. After washing, some of it passed away, but more truth and beauty remained.
In our era, do we want future generations to be able to find such immortal souls when they look back? Then let the bubble of literature and the packaging of the market fade away, they will only be in the world. Dispersed in the wind.
An unforgettable art exhibition was organized by emerging painters. My friend saw a painting and asked me, is it a traditional painting style or a post-modern style? I looked at that painting and felt very warm. .
At that moment, I seemed to smell the lingering fragrance in the wind.
9. Love gives birth to creative babies
Gide said: "I consume my emotions for beautiful things, and their brilliance comes from my constant burning, but This is a wonderful consumption. "This wonderful thing is the career we create, and this consumption is our love.
If it weren’t for those dreams about rice, if it weren’t for the love that he devoted to it, how could Yuan Longping complete his great creation from the fields? Why should we use our skinny shoulders to bear the world's food problem? He loves his career because he has the world in mind, and he gave birth to a creative baby out of his love.
Saint-Exupéry once said: "Creation is exchanging limited life for infinite things." A person who loves creation is often because he persistently pursues some lasting value. This value, in Yuan Longping's mind, means that everyone in the world is full, to Einstein, it means "scientific beauty", and to George Orwell, it means exposing all lies. Thoreau once told this fable in "Walden": "A craftsman wanted to make the most perfect scepter, so he worked day and night and allowed time and space to flow for hundreds of years. In the end, the scepter became the most beautiful scepter in the Brahma world. "Thoreau hints to us here: Once we determine that a certain creation is worthy of all our efforts, we should fully devote ourselves to it, love it and pursue it firmly. Looking back at the long history, what great achievements are not due to the love of the creator? Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny" surges forward, Van Gogh's flame-colored sunflowers, and even Newton's three laws, which one is not full of the creator's surging passion, coming through the ages and breaking through the sky?
I can no longer count the number of great creations created by love in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, but this prosperity is in shocking contrast with the dimness of the light of creation today. We have Yuan Longping, Wang Xuan, and Qian Xuesen, but these scientific giants are old, and the rising stars are lackluster. Why? I think it is precisely because there are very few young people who have an infatuated love for science nowadays. What we have are just groups of students who work hard in the laboratory for fame and fortune, and for a certificate. Once they get what they want, Because of the fame and fortune, he stopped moving forward and no longer wanted to move forward in the darkness. Similarly, in the field of literature, how many people today can say as calmly as Sontag: "I write not because there are readers there, but because there is literature there"? Every showman only sees red carpets and money. There are many cases where the author is more famous than his work. In the seemingly prosperous world of literature, we only see fleeting glimpses of “commodity literature” and not even one work with the light of creation. In science, literature, and even various other undertakings, we have long lost our indomitable enthusiasm. So the created baby dies in the womb, isn’t it painful?
Fortunately, we still have survivors who understand this truth, "Success and failure, joys and sorrows, will eventually pass away in the face of death. What we see are the things that remain unchanged." Steve Jobs, the leader of the IT industry So said the pioneers. Yes, those eternal things, the universal values ??of mankind, or the truth, goodness, and beauty of science and art are the origin and destination of creation. When we are trapped in temporary gains and losses and don't think about whether to move forward, we should think about those souls who remain alive because of their enthusiasm and silently recite this sentence "Love gives birth to the baby of creation."
Only in this way can we transcend the limited and mediocre life with our own creation.
10. Old books
The faint moonlight shines in from the window and reflects lightly on the floor of the room, casting a soft glow.
Gently opening the bookcase, I saw the books I was familiar with.
My eyes wandered from book to book, not knowing which one to take out. All of them were the ones I was most familiar with, including the thick "Dream of Red Mansions" and the thin comic strips, which were so profound that I The Analects of Confucius, which I still cannot understand...I can recite every book backwards and forwards. I looked at it hesitantly, and suddenly, an inexplicable feeling jumped. I just glanced at it briefly, and then without hesitation, I pulled out the worn-out first-grade textbook at the bottom.
I opened it gently, and there was a "click" sound, and the yellowed pages were hard. I was stunned for a moment, and then I couldn't help but laugh. I remembered that when I was about to enter the second grade, I was watching it while washing its feet. By accident, my hand slipped and it slipped into the basin like a loach.
As we turn page after page, we learn Pinyin first, and then we are taught how to write simple new characters. Although the writing on it was blurred by the water, it was still roughly legible. I saw a girl, holding the pencil tightly with her white and fat little hands, writing stroke by stroke, the writing was crooked, but her face was full of childish joy.
The word "一" suddenly loomed in front of my eyes. The whole page was filled with crooked "一" characters of different sizes. The "一" at the beginning was drawn like a centipede, which was so depressing. People feel uncomfortable. Although the later one is not as delicate and beautiful, at least it is not as ugly as the first one. In the corner of the book, I saw a line of childish font: wohuixiezile (I can write). Although it was in Pinyin, I still understood that the girl had painted the word "一" all over the page, and finally happily wrote a line of Pinyin in the corner, with bright sunlight shining through her hair. , her round little face was filled with an innocent smile, as bright as the sunshine floating on the water.
Continuing to flip through the pages, each page has handwriting that looks like it was drunk. Half of the paper on one page was torn for some reason. As soon as I saw this, I knew that I must be having trouble with my parents. I have had this problem since I was a child. When I get angry, I will tear whatever I touch.
As I turned page after page, there were two little figures drawn on one page, crookedly stamped on the paper. I don’t know what they were talking about. The dialogue had long been blurred, but a long-lost feeling came from my heart. Slide quietly.
The books I used when I was a child now not only don’t look unfamiliar, but also feel extraordinarily familiar.
From being naive in the first grade of elementary school to being mature in the second grade of junior high school, I have changed a lot! But the childlike innocence in my heart seems not to have changed, but has formed a thick cocoon as the years go by. As the pages of this old book are turned over, the cocoons are opened layer by layer, and the childlike innocence flies out, and childhood The happiness spread like sunshine in the sky...
The quiet moonlight shone on the old book in my hand. Although the pages were already yellowed, I saw the smiles of childhood and the tears of childhood...