Life is like a piece of drawing paper, from the initial white paper, it is gradually filled with various colors, and finally it becomes a unique painting, drawing our beautiful life.
However, although each painting is colored, they all have the same background color. What's our background color?
Looking back at history, heroes from ancient times to the present have their background color. Once upon a time in America, riding a thousand miles alone was the background color of Guan Yunchang; Being brave and riding the savior alone is the background color of Zhao Zilong; I smile from the horizontal knife to the sky, and staying in Kunlun Mountain is Tan Sitong's background color.
Tao Yuanming was an official for the last time in the Jin Dynasty at the age of 4/kloc-0. On one occasion, the county sent Du You to understand the situation. Someone told Tao Yuanming that he was sent from above and should be dressed neatly and greeted respectfully. Hearing this, Tao Yuanming sighed: "I don't want to bow to these guys for the five salaries of a small county magistrate." After that, he resigned and returned to his hometown, and began the pastoral life of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence". Upright and upright, not influenced by powerful people, is the background color of Tao Yuanming, and it is precisely because of his persistence in the background color that Tao Yuanming has become a little hero in our minds. In this long river of history, countless romantic figures have their background color and stick to their lives. After all, these background colors have become the endorsements of their lives.
Life is short, but it never stops. How to adhere to the background color in life?
Ji Kang used Guangling Powder to tell us that sticking to the background color means sticking to the integrity of life and the unchanging faith.
Li Bai used his "Laughing Days to Go Out, Are We Artemisia People?" Tell us to stick to the background color, that is, to remain confident and unyielding and face life with an optimistic attitude.
On the other hand, now, countless policemen tell us with their own lives that adhering to the background color means cracking down on evil, punishing evil and promoting good, eliminating violence and handling affairs impartially. Sticking to the background color means sticking to the sincere love for the people and sticking to the integrity of life!
But now the streets and alleys are full of foreign language advertisements, and people who bully the good and fear the evil abound. Traditional culture has been gradually forgotten, and the traditional virtues of China for 5,000 years have been abandoned by countless people. I can't help thinking, is the background color of China people still there?
Therefore, carry forward our true colors, stick to our background colors, let these beautiful qualities of integrity, tolerance, perseverance and modesty be passed down from generation to generation, and draw the most beautiful picture on the basis of the background colors!
When two people are born, they are like blank sheets of paper. As time went on, a little trace was left on the white paper. Is spring green or autumn colorful?
Cool dawn in grandpa's arms. He opened an old book and began to recite: "If life is just like the first time, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?" The hoarse throat sounds like a melodious erhu song, telling inexplicable sadness, and the harmonious rhyme sounds like the sea water stained with moonlight in a quiet night, overflowing the sandy shore of my heart, stroking and whispering, leaving a shallow background.
Out of innocence at a young age, I immediately decided to become a poet and wrote this sentence. Grandpa just smiled, and there was always a little mystery in his smile.
The background color of life is suddenly dotted with ink. ...
From then on, I will read poems in the shade with a book, and my grandfather will bend over and harvest in a golden awn, sweating like rain regardless of the hot sun. And I also read it very happily, marveling at the wonderful sentence of "knocking the chess pieces and dropping the lights". Sometimes I lean against a tree and stare at the blue sky, white clouds, land and endless fields. They always open their hearts and show everything to people. I seem to feel its breathing and heavy heartbeat. I think there are some things, just in the chest, let it have color. The background color in the hue is blue, with a little red and a little red. ...
The phoenix tree in front of the door is long and the fields are green and yellow. I finally wrote some poems. I am chasing the happiness that others dream of, but my heart is drying up day by day, and there are no more poems in my life. The background color of that poem seems to have faded, and the original colorful poem finally sank into the sea.
Only my grandfather saw my confusion, autumn dusk, the setting sun, flying geese flying south. He pulled me to the sidelines and was silent for a long time. After the autumn harvest, the soil ups and downs, just like the body of a mother's love, he opened his warm arms to me.
"I was very ill at that time, so I retired to my old house to farm. I was very sad at first, but later I found that reading poetry is the best way to farm. " Grandpa suddenly said, impassioned, but leisurely, echoing in the empty world.
Life is like a painting, the color of flowers is entirely up to you, white is indifferent, gray is gloomy, and red is bright and bright.
I finally understand that poetry is the heart, and it is the most natural induction with the mountains and plants in the world. Only by letting the heart give up the "language of things" can poetry be colorful and naturally revealed.
As clear as autumn water and as bright as a meteor, I strengthened my dream and followed my inner guidance.
The realm of life lies in exerting potential and adding luster to the background color.
The lotus flowers in front of me are patchy, straight and fragrant, reminding me of an old story. ...
It was a summer vacation, and I came to Hangzhou, a classical city.
Along the way, flowers are in full bloom, trees are lush and full of vitality, and all kinds of people in the ancient town shuttle through the streets. Red, green and all kinds of clothes colors dazzle me. Just like a beautiful landscape painting.
As far away as Slender West Lake, I was shocked by the fairyland-like scenery in front of me, but the most beautiful scenery was the hard-working cleaning staff. Shining like the sun on every corner of the park.
The littering behavior of tourists has painted a stain on the park, just like a black spot on a clean white paper. Seriously affected the beautiful cleaning staff, as if they were beauticians, beautifying the environment and leaving beautiful memories for tourists.
The sunrise in midsummer shines with golden light. People stood in the shade watching the blooming lotus "bang", and the tourists next to them threw water bottles on the ground, looking indifferent.
The cleaner in the distance observed this move and saw her slowly pushing the heavy garbage truck and coming to my side. A closer look shows that she is in her fifties, wearing a working hat, with strands of hair scattered around her ears and her temples dyed white. Her skin has long been tanned and dry by the scorching sun. Years of hard work have made her more vicissitudes, her face is wrinkled like a gully, and her face has long been eroded by years.
I saw her put the garbage truck aside, put on the gloves that had been washed yellow, and slowly bent down, perhaps because she was old, and the bending action seemed a little difficult. She held her waist in one hand and picked up the water bottle in the other, and then stood up slowly, a little wobbly.
As soon as I shook my hand, the water bottle fell into the trash can, and small beads of sweat were beaded on my forehead, shining in the sunlight.
I looked down at the empty plastic bottle in the water, lifted my foot to the trash can next to her, and looked up again. What I see are simple, beautiful and kind smiling faces, like a landscape.
Next to the winding river, it winds through the scenic spot, and the lotus in the lake is still growing warmly and vigorously. The smile on the cleaner's face still exists, and she gave me a favorable look.
The breeze blew, and I couldn't get rid of that smiling face printed in my mind for a long time.
No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't compare with that simple smiling face, the hard figure of the cleaning staff, and that simple smiling face has become the most beautiful scenery in this scenic spot.
The detergent is as clean and pure as the white background of ink painting. Spring breeze is not as good as the smiling face of the cleaner.
Confucius said: "Living in kindness is like entering Lan Zhi's room, but I haven't smelled its fragrance for a long time;" Being in the company of the wicked is like being in an abalone and not smelling it for a long time. "People's background color has innate ingredients, and there are also many influences from the complex world during their growth.
The background color can be permanently dyed overnight, and then it can be more colorful after some careful treatment.
Li Jian lost in the stream of people for ten years, slowly brewing his own life. Just like his lyrics, "The river of life flows and slowly drowns the memories. The bonfire lit that spring is full of tears many years later." After watching the running water year after year, the flame illuminates the purest self, and his fame ten years later will also set the most beautiful background for his life.
On the other hand, the background color seems to be dispensable in the eyes of the public. Mediocre people never care about their plain background, nor do they care about their radiant success. As we all know, "wet clothes can't be seen in drizzle", and the accumulation of bit by bit makes the background color gradually bright and bright, free from dust pollution.
Perilla is a school of its own. He is not a European public, but he tries his best to improve. Instead, I read a lot of poems and have a heroic background. The brain drain in Zhong Yong is not the scourge of youth, but the dark background of not advancing or retreating; The beauty of the Red Mansion is not gorgeous, but the beautiful background color that Qin Xue has read for ten years and added and deleted five times.
For everyone, the background color is their own color. Don't expect you to be born happy. The background color of life needs to be constantly rendered in the process of growing up, just like trying to paint other colors on your life canvas.
In the Republic, Paxtor wrote: "Sometimes what we expect is often what we get. We always look around and ignore what we want. " It is true that we always want to step into the most brilliant moment in our lives, but over-rendering makes the background beautiful, but it inevitably makes people feel a little disgusted and uneasy. So there is no need to deliberately, as long as it is done bit by bit, it is the best rendering of the background color.
Cheng once said, "Do you really understand life? Do you really know what peace is? This is a peaceful feeling, and it is a certain comfort to wake up in your sleep whenever and wherever. This kind of comfort is the background of life. "
Come back with the fragrance of horseshoes after stepping on flowers, and ride flowers, so that the most beautiful background color can stay under your feet and in your life.
Life is picturesque, colorful, colorful, flowers and trees, such as human posture.
Light rain wafted into my window with the fragrance of flowers.
Reading and drinking tea is the best way to open the old box, describe the background of life and restore the vitality and color of yellowed memories in such drizzly weather.
Follow the old wall covered with ivy, go deep into the alley, enjoy the flowers of that tree again and taste its life background again on a rainy day without agreement.
When dark clouds bite the lips of the night, blood stains will render the sky. Beads as big as beans are like being screened by a sieve, and they can't wait to pounce on the earth. I was running alone in the rain under the drunken street lamp.
It's raining harder and harder, so we have to take shelter under a small eaves. The house is a flower bed, an open space and fertile soil. The colorful flowers in the past have dimmed their colors and become the background of wind and rain. The garden is surrounded by a pile of abandoned stones, one of which is a faint new green, which makes me stop looking for it. It tried to squeeze its head out of the gap. It's shining. The more it rains, the crazier the wind becomes. It still holds its head high and strives to make the wind and rain its background color. Perhaps it is supported by stones, perhaps it is its unique lifestyle, but more is its indomitable life personality.
I marvel at the great strength of a small sapling, and I admire his tenacious vitality and indomitable spirit. In the face of wind and rain, it has the power not to admit defeat and not to bow. The background color of lotus is its noble and clean mud, and the background color of pine is its lush frost leaves, rising high and thriving. The background color of this sapling is its indomitable, indomitable life perseverance and accumulated courage.
The rain has abated and the wind has stopped.
I've met him for more than ten years. Although I left in a hurry and spent a short time together, I never missed the agreed deadline. It is already a "flower" at present.
That wisp of tree soul turns into fragrance in my heart, and every time I open the box of memory, it turns melodiously like a piano, playing a hymn of spirit and life. The background color of this sapling is as elegant as blue and white porcelain glaze, but it is not cold. Fingertips gently touch the trunk, and the firm background color will flow into my heart like silk. Curling smoke, drizzling rain, hazy and graceful perseverance and beauty, thousands of miles of river wind, chasing intoxicating faces, this background color drifted away with the river wind and went to places I couldn't go.
In the quiet night, in the moonlight, taste the background color of life, describe an old dream in the past, render it on paper with pen and ink, set off the splendor of life with the background color, and express the publicity of personality with the background color.
The tree soul is melodious and fragrant, and the earth is complicated, rendering the background color.