On the vast grassland, we can smell the moist soil, grass and sunshine, see the horses coming from falling rocks and clouds, and hear the rustling wind and melodious pastoral songs. That song is clear and ethereal, just like the grassland sky. It seems to ring from the distant horizon, but it seems to come from the depths of the soul. ...
The short 27-word Chilechuan has attracted people to close their eyes for thousands of years. Tao Tao suddenly began to dream: How wonderful life would be if it were like that ... Suddenly, the clear singing seemed to ring in his mind again.
However, life is not an idyll.
"When the egret rests, it stands on the beach, and the butterflies both cross the powder wall." Poets always yearn for the pastoral life of animals. Egret straightened its slender neck, quietly put one foot away, closed its eyes for a nap, and butterflies fluttered leisurely around the wall. They live a leisurely life, and every second and every frame of life is an elegant picture. But those poets who can only sing romantic songs don't know the fact that "egrets are hungry for small beaches, and butterflies have eaten white walls."
A seemingly idyllic life is just a representation.
Tao Yuanming's life is close to people's ideals. "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." "Dogs crow in deep alleys and chickens call mulberry trees jump." Isn't it like the pastoral people yearn for? Have you seen "Expediting the South to Reclaim Farmland, Harvesting and Returning to the Garden" and "Curing Farmland Pollution at Dawn, hoeing and wearing Yue"? Tao Yuanming has not been idle. He has been working hard to make a living. A few poems describing life in a paradise are just fun in poverty. His life, in fact, is like a vein of groundwater, which seems to be a calm and waveless trickle, but in fact it is far more than underground.
Life is not an idyll. Because nine times out of ten, life is not satisfactory, that small pastoral area is so unforgettable, and the relaxation at that moment is particularly desirable. If there was no wind and rain the night before, how could there be Meng Haoran's joking "How many flowers have you folded?" How can there be Li Qingzhao's laziness and leisure? If there is no annoying parting, how can there be Su Wu's tender feelings of "being born and returning, dying like Sauvignon Blanc", and how can there be the eternity of "holding your hand and growing old with your son" in the Book of Songs? If there is no unbearable sadness and helplessness, how can there be Xin Qiji's endless romantic feelings of "the phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns, and the fish dragon dances all night", and how can there be Su Dongpo's chic romance of "flying stones over the air and crashing into the shore to roll up thousands of piles of snow"?
But pastoral can only make people feel comfortable, but it can't replace labor, and it fills every corner of life. If life is idyllic, you may be satisfied in a short time, but you will actually lose more things. We can't taste the unique taste of life, passion and struggle, joy and suffering, and feel the moment like a volcanic eruption.
Life should still be like a galloping horse on the Chilean river, galloping freely on the vast grassland, and the sound of hooves shakes the earth; Regardless of the mane blown by the wind, struggling to lift the front hoof, screaming in the sky, let the great life suite resound through the sky!
As for the pastoral dream, let it sleep in the ancient Yuefu.
Life is not an idyll.
Always challenge to climb, conquer the winding mountain road, climb the thorny bend, and fly higher even if you are scarred-this is life, tenacious life.
Shuttle through the bustling crowd, immersed in the same paper, indulging in the dazzling neon at night-this is also life, colorful life.
Worried about gunfire and shells, begging for food and clothing in the streets and seeking a foothold in cynicism-this is also a kind of life, a helpless life.
But life is not an idyllic poem in which a shepherd boy is waving a wooden flute and lying on his back, but a three-dimensional sculpture, paying attention to the delicacy and complexity of each side; It is also a ups and downs movement, which needs the emotion and story of each piece of music; Or a tortuous novel, which needs to go through the story of spring flowers and autumn moon, the replacement of the sun and the moon, and the changing situation. No one's life can be as plain as idyllic, and no one's life can be as light as haze.
If you want to travel far, then I won't wish you a "bon voyage". Smooth roads and all the good things will only make people get carried away during the journey. You can't call it a trip if you haven't experienced wind and waves and rugged mountain roads. Otherwise, you won't understand that every end of life is not the Garden of Eden at your fingertips. Singing a leisurely pastoral song can cross the ocean and leap over the clouds. It is an honor that needs one step at a time, years and persistence.
If you are eager to be the brightest star among the stars, then I won't wish you a bright future. Too much praise and flowery words will only paralyze your fragile nerves and lose your original direction in cheers. Life without pressure and tempering is doomed not to be created by light, even if there is light, it will only become fleeting beauty. The bright stars of life cannot be lit by lying comfortably on the boundless grass and playing the wooden flute leisurely.
In the world of mortals, changes in real life force us not to shake our sleeves lightly. The article you are reading now comes from Yuwenxuan, and our domain name is www.yuwen888.com Niubei, Pastoral. Mr. Kong has a saying: "Endless life", and Mr. Meng told us: "Born in sorrow, died in happiness". Any great man is constantly making progress in exploration and exploring in progress.
Beethoven, a musician, searched for the melody of life in a silent world. In countless nights and loneliness, he sat firmly in front of the piano frame, striking notes against fate. These notes converge into a hymn of life, which is more difficult and heroic than pastoral. The talented painter Michelangelo devoted all his energy to Genesis on the huge church wall. Faced with repeated challenges, he chose to face the difficulties. Suffering from repeated pains, he chose to have no regrets. This is why this masterpiece will not lose its luster because of the changes of the times and will not be forgotten because of the changes of the years. This masterpiece is far more heroic and wonderful than pastoral.
Life is not a simple and leisurely pastoral. It is like a mine, which needs us to dig. Like the sea, we need to fight the wind and waves; Like a series of steps, we need to climb the cloud. If possible, I hope what I play is not an idyll, but a hymn of life!
Bill Gates told us that life is unfair.
Maybe you are conscientious in your work, but the boss always finds fault with you;
Maybe you are brilliant, but the world doesn't understand your value;
Maybe you have worked hard and struggled many times, but your grades are always unsatisfactory;
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There are too many such things in life, so you don't have to sigh about this life. Because it is true, angular and cruel, it really gives us different tastes of ups and downs.
A young father stretched out his hands and induced a toddler to come to him. The child thought that he would be hugged by his father when he walked over, so he leaned over and pounced on his father. The young father suddenly retreated, and the child jumped up and down on the grass, so he burst into tears. The father touched his son's head and said to him, "remember, there are many things that you should get in return for what you have paid, but what you actually get is a blow!" "
At first, I didn't understand the father's behavior, and I didn't understand why he taught his children such a lesson, so that they knew from an early age that there were insides and frauds in the world. But now I understand that life is not a fairy tale. In a capitalist country like the west, it is common for people to intrigue and intrigue. It is incredible that a person who doesn't know that there are frauds in the world can survive in such a country.
From this, I thought of the female wolf. When an individual is not good at fighting, but good at running, and can't grab food by himself, the female wolf doesn't feed him enthusiastically; On the contrary, she was very harsh on it and made it learn to jump and grab food under the threat of hunger. It can be said that what the mother wolf gives the little wolf is the most precious, which is the magic weapon for them to survive in the cruel nature.
The road of life is uneven, unlike fairy tales, where the sky is always blue and the clouds are always white; There are dark clouds, storms and lightning in life, and it is common to rain at night. That's not how we live. Please remember: life is a fairy tale.
Comments: This article is very clear. First, list the unfair phenomena in life, then give two typical examples, and finally emphasize the point again by describing and taking care of the title. One of the examples cited in this paper comes from social life and the other from nature. This shows that whether in nature or social life, the competition for survival is cruel and inevitable. The author analyzes and discusses every case, which is very profound.