She walked quietly without any pain. In the course of a century's life, there are sufferings, sadness and parting, which have become the characters in her poems. Reading in the dead of night has a sobering feeling.
? In this house/I have lived for forty years/How many people/How many vicissitudes/As soon as I close my eyes/Memories/I will keep telling me about the past/No matter the house/people who have been here/they have given me a lot of warmth/I don't know/how to express it in words/At the end of my life/I just want to treat this house/my readers/my friends and teachers sincerely/. ? I accidentally read Chai Tianfeng's last poem and was moved by the nobility of her soul. You will experience many things in your life, and pain is always more than joy. However, if you have been deeply hurt, you will be full of love and gratitude for life. Chai Tianfeng tells the vicissitudes of life to every reader in a straightforward way.
Chai Tian Toyo 19 1 1 was born in Muxian, Japan, and experienced a series of social unrest such as World War I, World War II, post-war reconstruction, bubble economy and economic collapse. At the age of 20, she experienced a short nightmare marriage, divorced six months later, and didn't get married again until she was 34. Chai Tian commented on the second marriage: My happiest time began at this time. ?
The marriage lasted nearly 60 years, and with the death of her husband, she returned to loneliness. Whenever the wet nurse and her son leave, loneliness and desolation will strike. She has a strong heart and keeps pushing herself. Be strong, be strong, don't lose heart, don't lose heart? .
If it weren't for the accidental injury, maybe she would spend her life peacefully and alone like many long-lived old people. However, God must test this kind old man. Chai Tianfeng, 92, sprained her waist when she went out. She used to like dancing, which was good. She can only stay at home all day. It's even harder not to see your old partner. Chai Tianfeng liked reading poems when he was young, and also wrote some short poems in his spare time. Later, because of housework and taking care of children, this hobby can only be buried in my heart. Now, God has ruthlessly taken everything away, and this idea comes from my heart.
Encouraged by his son, Chai Tianfeng tried to write poetry. After all, I am too old to write much in a day. This didn't upset her. She could always write a work in a few days. With the result, I want to test it. She began to contribute to Japan's Sankei Shimbun, and soon her works became type. Many young people have become her loyal fans, and she has her own newspaper column. Are these poems still on the air? Late night train? The column is broadcast, sending a trace of warmth to people on their way home. Her language is easy to understand, yet poetic.
Seven years later, she published a collection of virgin poems. Please don't lose heart! ",sold 6.5438+0.5 million copies in ten months, and touched hundreds of millions of readers in Japan. Please don't lose heart! In the collection of poems, Chai Tianfeng wrote:? Even though I am ninety-eight, I still want to fall in love/dream/ride the clouds that day. ? Nearly a hundred years old, she has girlish innocence. Who can say that she has set the sun?
20 1 1 After the earthquake in Japan, NHK invited her to recite her poems on TV. She gladly accepted the invitation and comforted people's hearts with sincere poems. In June of the same year, she was awarded the Utsunomiya Special Honor Award for her contribution to Japanese post-earthquake relief.
Chai Tian once said wryly:? When writing poetry, I completely forgot my age. But when I finished writing, I suddenly remembered that I was 100 years old. Writing poems makes me understand that life is not just bitterness and sadness. ?
At her age, even getting up is a very tiring thing. Nevertheless, she got up happily. She said to her family: No matter how lonely I am, I am thinking about it. Whenever it comes, life always starts from the present. No matter who you are, don't be discouraged, because the dawn will come. ? Before going out, she should make up carefully, worry about what to wear, and take lipstick and mirror with her. She used these to imply that she should live a good life, write poems well and make every day wonderful.
On June 9, 20 13, 1 year, she died in a nursing home at the age of10/year. Just then, her poetry collection, please don't lose heart! The Chinese version has just gone to press. Looking back on her life, she confidently said: I have always been methodical and not sloppy. ?
Once? Am I old? Melancholy, deeply shrouded in my heart. However, Chai Tian's belated success will always bring my blood back to life. As long as she lives, she will weave dreams with her hands. Do I still have reason to complain about reality and depression?
Don't speak too late! Age is not an obstacle, as long as you have a dream in your heart, it is never too late to start. With an idea, I packed my bags and embarked on this fascinating journey.
A filial boy, whose parents work from morning till night but can't maintain the food and clothing of the whole family, was really heartbroken, so he secretly ran to the street to find a job. He is very lucky. There is really a store that wants to recruit small clerk. The little boy ran to have a try. As a result, like him, all seven little boys want to try their luck here.
The shopkeeper said:? You are all great, but it's a pity that I can only have one of you. Why don't we have a little competition, and whoever wins in the end will stay. ?
This way is not only fair, but also interesting, and the little guys certainly agree.
The shopkeeper went on to say, I'll set up a thin steel pipe here, draw a line 2 meters outside the steel pipe, and you all stand outside the line, and then throw the steel pipe out with small glass balls. Everyone has ten chances, and whoever shoots correctly will win. ?
As a result, no one voted correctly before dark, so the shopkeeper had to decide to continue the game tomorrow.
The next day, only three little boys came
The shopkeeper said:? Congratulations, you have successfully eliminated four competitors. Now the game will be played between the three of you, and the rules will remain unchanged. Good luck. ?
The first two boys soon finished throwing, and one of them even threw the steel pipe right once. It's the dutiful son's turn. He walked unhurriedly to the line, stared at the steel pipe standing 2 meters away and threw the glass balls out one by one. He made a * * * and made seven shots.
The shopkeeper and two other little boys were very surprised: why did good luck come to him seven times in a row in this game that was almost entirely based on luck?
The shopkeeper said:? Congratulations, young man, the final winner is of course you, but can you tell me your secret?
The little boy winked and said, it turns out that this game is all about luck, isn't it? But in order to win this luck, I stayed up all night yesterday and practiced throwing. ?
What is failure? What is failure? Failure is the first step to a better place. -New Zealand mathematician William? Philippian
A young man was unfortunately involved in a car accident, so he lost his feet.
Since then, his temper has become very strange. Not only did he refuse to receive rehabilitation treatment, but he kept himself at home and shouted at his parents at every turn, but his young mother was always very patient with him.
One day, the young man was furious at home again, and knocked over his mother's hard-made lunch with a wave of his hand.
But mother didn't blame him, just sighed and silently cleaned up the food on the ground.
Then mom sat by the bed, pointed to a window in the opposite apartment and said, did you see that apartment? The girl who lives there, like you, is not good at her job because of an accident. But she is optimistic and talented, and she paints at home until late at night every day. Don't you also like painting? Maybe you can learn from her. ?
The young man showed disapproval, but from then on he began to pay attention to this apartment.
Sure enough, as my mother said, the lights in that apartment are always on at night and go out at midnight. It should be the girl who paints, right?
He is curious about that girl. What does she look like? What's your personality like? What other interests do you have besides painting? Thinking about it, the young man turned out the dusty brush and began to paint. His closed mind gradually opened, he began to go to the hospital for rehabilitation regularly, and gradually resumed normal interaction with his family.
During his illness, he accumulated a lot of works, and finally one day he got up the courage and took his own painting to find the girl who lived opposite.
However, he rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered. Instead, an old gentleman came out of the apartment next door and asked him, what can I do for you?
The young man said, I want to find the girl who lives here. ?
? This apartment has been empty and no one lives in it! ? The old man said, however, a middle-aged woman paid me a little money to turn on the light every evening and turn off the light late at night. The woman said that she lived across the street. ?
The young man froze. It turns out that the girl is simply a story made up by her mother, in order to make up a hope for him!
The young man didn't tell his mother that he knew the truth. From then on, he was more filial to his mother, painted harder and later became an excellent painter.
In real life, I have heard very similar true stories.
I once interviewed a highly skilled glass artist. His glass artworks have been exhibited abroad for many times and won awards.
This artist has no feet. He said that when he was young, he was a hooligan, drinking, gambling and taking drugs, which made his family nervous.
He lost his legs after a racing accident, but his ability to move made him completely out of the group of foxes.
Later, in order to make a living, he began to study glass art, but his life changed from then on. ? If I hadn't lost my feet, I think my life would have been ruined. ?
He said:? Fate is really wonderful. I used to curse God for losing my legs, but now I thank God for losing my legs. ?
Perhaps, until the last moment, we will never know what positive impact suffering will bring to our lives.
On that day, we will also sincerely thank God for letting us meet these difficulties.
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