(British) To De Quincy
Beautiful death knell, coming from a distant place, mourns the bells of people who died before dawn and wakes me up from the boat on the shore. At this time, just before dawn, I caught a glimpse of a young girl with a festive white rose crown on her head, running on the lonely beach and looking extremely nervous. She ran and looked back from time to time, as if there were wicked people following her. But when I jumped to the shore to catch up with her, I wanted to warn her of the danger ahead, but my God! She dumped me as if to avoid a new disaster, so although there was quicksand before I screamed loudly, it was still useless. She runs faster and faster; Bypassing a headland, it disappeared; At the moment, I survived there, but I saw that the sinister quicksand had destroyed her. At this time, her whole body was destroyed, leaving only a beautiful forehead and a rose crown on her head, crying at the poor heaven; Finally, the only thing I can catch a glimpse of is a snow-white jade arm. As the dawn dawned, I saw the beautiful head sink into the abyss-I saw the jade arm, stretching over her head and the sinister grave, lifting, swinging, stretching and grasping, as if calling for help to a treacherous arm exposed from the clouds-I saw it exhale the last hope, and then the last despair. Head, corolla, jade arm-all heavy; Finally, the cruel quicksand buried all this underground; There is no trace of this beautiful girl between heaven and earth, only my tears are clearly visible from the horizon. At this moment, the tide is slowly surging, and the bell from the desert water in front of me is singing a sad requiem at the lonely grave and the biting dawn.
On the solution of ridicule
(Middle) Lin Yutang
Life sometimes feels lonely or in danger, but people's hearts can use it wonderfully, laugh it off and then relax again. This is good, and you can also see the measurement of people. Celebrities in ancient times often had such a measure, which made them great. Socrates, a great philosopher in ancient Greece, married Sandy Parker, a famous shrew who often acted as a lion's roar. It is said that Sue's wife was a famous bitch before she got married, but Sue married her anyway. He has a way of teasing that marrying a wife is like riding a horse. There is no science in riding a horse. Marrying a shrew is of great help to cultivate one's morality. One day, it was very noisy at home. Sue couldn't stand it any longer and had to go out. Just at the door, his wife poured a basin of water from the roof and poured it on his head. Sue said, "I know there will be showers after the thunder." Thank the philosopher for his generous attitude.
Lincoln's wife is also famous, very provocative and likes to call names. One day, a 12-year-old newspaper boy was scolded by Mrs. Lincoln for not knowing how to deliver the newspaper too late or making any mistakes. The child cried and told the newspaper owner that she shouldn't swear too much. He refused to deliver newspapers there in the future. This is a small town, so the boss mentioned this little thing to Lincoln.
Lincoln said, "Forget it! I can stand her for more than ten years. What is the child accidentally scolded once or twice? " This is Lincoln's joke.
There is an old saying in China that a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. Lincoln later became president, and according to the biography written by his small-town lawyer colleague, it was due to this wife. The book says Lincoln is poor. Every Saturday at midnight, when everyone wants to go home from the bar, only Lincoln doesn't want to go home. Therefore, Lincoln's eloquence is outstanding, concise and quick-witted, all of which were learned in the bar. Socrates was not allowed to read quietly at home, so it became a habit to go to the market and stand on the street to talk about things every day. Thus, the trend of "marching philosophers" began. They give lectures, and when they are not in the college, they ask questions to everyone in the street. The formation of this school should also be attributed to Su Zhe.
There are many stories about this kind, especially about the jokes of several famous people when they were dying. Most people can't learn to do this. The death of Socrates written by Plato is the most touching story. It was the government that said he was smart enough to confuse people, delay children and poison him to commit suicide. That night, he took poison generously, accompanied by his master, but Su Shi calmly expounded the truth. Finally, his famous saying is: "Come to think of it, I owe someone a dick." Tell his master to send it, don't forget. These were his last words before he died. Jin Shengtan was sentenced to death, and the letter from the prison was also from this school. "Peanuts and dried tofu are chewed together and taste like ham." There are many people who died calmly in history, so there is no need to list them one by one.
There is a legend in Spain: an observant count was dying, and a friend went to see him. The count was out of breath, but the visitor kept talking. The count had to put up with listening. At the last moment, the count said impatiently to the visitor, "I'm sorry, please forgive me and let me die at this moment." He turned over and faced the wall, with a good ending.
I tasted Jesus' long conversation with his disciples on the last night, and found that this touching conversation was especially better than Sue's last words. Jesus' last words on the cross said, "God, forgive them, because what they did was out of ignorance." This is the greatness of Jesus, which is beyond the reach of human feelings. This is the same as his usual style: "The giver is more blessed than the receiver." It's a pity that we ordinary people can know whether we can do it or not, and often we can't.
Young mother
Valerie (France)
In the best season of the year, this afternoon is as full as an orange.
Blooming gardens, light and life slowly passed their natural completion period. We can simply say that from the beginning, we did nothing but complete the glory of this moment. Happiness is as visible as the sun.
The young mother smelled her purest breath from the cheek of the child in her hand. She clings to him so that he will always be herself.
She sticks to what she has achieved. She forgot that she was willing to indulge, because she seemed to rediscover herself and rediscover herself, from gentle contact with this fresh and intoxicating skin. Her hands held the fruit in vain, and she felt completely pure, like a perfect virgin.
Her dreamy eyes touched the leaves, flowers and the whole splendid world. Like a philosopher and a natural saint, she found her ideal and completed her proper self.
She wants to know whether the center of the universe is in her heart or in this little heart. It beats in her arms and will realize all life in the future.
When I'm not alive
Turgenev (Russia)
When I am dead, when everything I have is reduced to ashes,-you, my only friend; You, the person I once loved so deeply and so tenderly; You, you will certainly live longer than me,-don't go to my grave. You have nothing to do there.
Please don't forget me ... but don't work hard and have fun in your daily life.
Think of me in happiness and hardship ... I don't want to disturb your life or its calm water. But in the lonely moment, when a kind heart touched you with such familiar shyness and unprovoked sadness, you picked up one of our favorite books and found the pages, poems and words we had read, remember? Sometimes, we all shed sweet tears silently.
Read it, then close your eyes and give me your hand. Give your hand to a friend who is no longer here.
I won't be able to hold it with my hands: my hands will sleep motionless in the ground. However, I am happy to think that you may feel your hand being touched gently.
Then, my image will appear in front of your eyes, and you will cry under your closed eyelids. These tears are like the tears I once shed with you, because of beauty, you, my only friend; You, the person I once loved deeply!
Psychedelic lake
Ri Jing Shang Jing
You can see a mirage lake in the distance. A very quiet and unreal lake.
In this way, towards the psychedelic lake, we started a long car Mercedes. In an instant, the forest area across the lake seems to have changed, which is really a miracle. The psychedelic lakes and Woods have been replaced by other fantastic things, which are really like the skillful hands of magicians and full of fresh feelings.
Ah, a mirage on earth! The change of human destiny, or gaps, faults and forks, is like this mirage.
moonlight
Patraud (France)
One winter night, when the city was still sleeping in silence, I woke up from my dream as if someone whispered my name in my ear.
My room is a blur; The moon is covered with a light robe, like a white fairy, putting me to sleep; She also smiled at me through the stained glass window.
The night watchman is walking in the street. On the empty cross street, there is a homeless dog whining and a cricket singing by my stove.
Soon, it became quiet, the night watchman had gone away, someone opened the door for the poor abandoned dog, and the tired cricket had rested.
I just woke up, still admiring the wonder of another world. Everything around me is an empty dream.
Ah, how sweet it is to wake up at midnight when the moon mysteriously comes to your bed and wakes you up with her sad kiss!
lightning
Bo Han [France]
Ah! Human work, like lightning, often shines with my boundless darkness.
"There is nothing empty in the world. Seek science! Step forward! " Modern missionaries-all the people in the world are shouting loudly. However, the bodies of villains and rogues are heavily pressed on people's chests ... ah! Come on! Come on! Come on! After the darkness of that world, will we get … eternal … reward? ……
What can I do there? I can work, but the pace of science is too slow.
Pray quickly. Let lightning shine.
I know the true meaning of things. Very simple, very simple.
The weather is very hot. I will be abandoned.
I have my own responsibilities. This time, like some people, I will proudly put it aside.
My life has dried up.
Well, let's pretend to be deaf and become greedy and lazy. What a pity!
We-buskers, beggars, artists, robbers, priests, Xiang Sheng guards, confessors, martyrs ... We can live in indulgence, in dreams with absurd love and absurd world, and in resentment and scolding of various phenomena of time.
Oh! Reverend, there is another strong incense burning in front of my hospital bed.
From these things, I realized the filth of childhood education. But then what? ..... Others have lived for twenty years, and so have I. ...
Don't! Don't! At this moment, I am fighting to the death.
How insignificant my work is to my proud personality: my rebellion against the world is like a very short-term torture. At the last moment, I will stand up and fight in all directions. ...
Oh! Dear, poor soul, we will not lose eternity.
pass
[Switzerland] Hector Hesse
The wind is blowing on the brave road. Trees and shrubs stay below, and only stones and moss grow here. No one came here looking for anything, no one had an industry here, and farmers had no hay or wood. However, the distance is calling, the memory is burning, and the memory has built this pleasant path on rocks, dirt and snow, leading to other valleys, other houses, other languages and people.
When I reached the height of the mountain pass, I stopped. The downward road leads to both sides, and the water also flows to both sides; Here, high above, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, everything has found its way to two worlds. My shoes lightly touched a small pile of residual snow in the small pool. Snow falls to the south, flows to the Sea of Goulias, and its edge is Africa. However, all the water in the world will meet again, and the ice sea and the Nile will merge into a wet cloud. This ancient and beautiful metaphor makes me feel the sacredness of this moment. Every road leads us vagrants home.
My eyes can still choose, and the north and the south are in front of me. Fifty more steps, and I can only see the south. What a mysterious breath the south exhales upward from the light blue valley! How my heart longs to see it! The premonition of lakes and gardens, the fragrance of grapes and almonds, drifting to the mountains, and ancient and sacred legends about nostalgia and the trip to Rome.
Memories came to me from my youth like bells in distant valleys: the excitement of my first trip to the south, how I was intoxicated by the rich air in the garden by the blue lake, and how I listened to the sounds of my distant hometown beyond the pale snow-capped mountains at night! The first prayer in front of the ancient sacred stone pillar! For the first time, I looked at the foam sea behind the brown rock like in a dream!
The intoxicated mood is gone, and the desire to show my beautiful distance and my happiness to my wholehearted love is gone. Spring is no longer in my heart. But in summer. The stranger stood on a high place and greeted me. His voice sounded like another flavor. Its echo in my chest is quieter. I didn't throw my hat in the air. I didn't sing.
But I laughed, not just with my mouth. I smile with my soul, my eyes and my whole skin. I greet the mountains with different senses and send fragrant fields. They are more delicate, calmer, keener, more sophisticated and more grateful than before. Today, I have all this more than ever before, and the language I talk to is richer and more delicate. I am infatuated with nostalgia, no longer depicting those hazy and distant colorful dreams. My eyes are content to see the real thing, because it has learned to watch. Since then, the world has become more beautiful.
The world has become more beautiful. I am alone and don't worry about loneliness. I have no other wishes. I want the sun to cook me. I long for maturity. I'm going to die and be born again.
The world has become more beautiful.
The stars of childhood
[Su] Bondarev
Above the darkness of the sleeping village, the silvery white sky is shining. One of the stars is green, as green as summer, shining to me from the depths of the Milky Way and from a very high place. When I walk on the dusty night avenue, it moves with me; When I stopped in the quiet shade of the birch forest, it also stopped in the bushes; When I got home, it still looked at me, shining affectionately and gently from the dark roof.
"This is her," I thought. "This is my star, the star full of enthusiasm and care in my childhood! When have I seen her? Where is it? Maybe all the beautiful and pure things in me should belong to her? Maybe my final destination is on this star, where I will receive it with festive enthusiasm, just as I feel her beautiful and pleasant flash now?
This is the connection with eternity, the dialogue with the universe? ! All this, still surprisingly incomprehensible and wonderful, is regarded as a mysterious dream of childhood.
Finally out of line.
(secondary) education
1982, the then China football team lost to New Zealand and missed the World Cup. Shi Yuntao, a fan of Beijing No.1 Plumbing Factory, died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage after suddenly drinking three or two Erguotou. Friends agreed to put a wreath at China's grave on the day the team rushed into the World Cup, which read: "Where there is a will, there is a way."
Twenty years have passed, and today, Shi Yuntao's good friends can still comfort his deceased.
Many people must feel happy this night; There must be many people who indulge in nostalgia and let tears overflow in the joy full of historical sense; There must be many people envious of Shenyang, because people there can get close contact with victory. ...
When years of expectation suddenly come true, all we can choose is to raise a glass and drink.
Time is a measuring instrument, which can test the depth of emotion. Counting the days is long enough to sublimate football into dreams, long-cherished wishes and even beliefs. Nian Weiss, Qi Wusheng, Xu Genbao, Rong Zhixing, Jia Xiuquan, Tang Yaodong ... People from generation to generation are getting older and unable to comfort fans, so they have accumulated long-term regrets in their hearts; White-haired parents, childhood friends, uncle next door, because of their love, suffered too much sadness. For a long time, what China football taught them was just waiting.
It is indeed a difficult process, from Rong Zhixing's clenched fist on the stretcher to Ceng Xuelin's lonely figure in the wind and rain; From dark for 3 minutes, fate is impermanent, struggling in the golden state stands. In the cycle of hope and disappointment, the World Cup seems to be a distant dream. Mixed with the frustration, indignation, ridicule and abuse of a huge group, football has already surpassed its original meaning. China football needs this kind of victory so badly.
You can imagine the depth of this regret and the hardship of waiting, so at this moment when the dream comes true, all the languages suddenly turn pale. Milu and his soldiers should be proud, they created glory with wisdom and courage; Those who have not given up their dreams should be proud. They have directly realized that persistence will eventually pay off. In the comfort of the soul, people will always remember the wonderful moment of breaking the door, which announced the arrival of a great moment. This is not an exaggeration. For a long time, the joy that belongs to the people is destined to be great joy and real pure joy.
The night of October 7th, 65438/KLOC-0 belongs to China football, and belongs to everyone who has paid sweat, passion and even life for China football.