Fantasy and Reality
Selected Insights:
Fantasy and Reality
Fantasy and reality are like cut magnetic pieces, Some flew into the sky, creating beautiful illusions. Some fall into the ground, paving the way, and we call it reality.
People who write words always love to give wings to their words, carrying their thoughts and fantasies and flying to every corner of the world. That feeling of traveling makes them happy and reluctant to miss their home days, so there will always be people who keep flying in the sky and forget to return to the ground, forgetting the smell of fireworks in this mundane world. I think that whether it is Gu Cheng or Haizi, they are all bluebirds of poetry that only forget to return to the ground.
I also love flying in the sky, but I love this world of smoke curling up even more. I also like to take my cats and dogs with me, cook with straw, and hang out fish and shrimps. I gave nine points to life and one point to fantasy, and the two combined into poetry. Therefore, in my poems, there is more flavor of firewood and more of cats and dogs.
Those who can forge reality outside of fantasy are lucky. But some people deny this kind of luck. They say that ideals are full but reality is cruel. However, they have never noticed how many people do not have the opportunity to exercise in reality, to struggle and strive for their own success. For example, some people who are born with disabilities may not be able to see, or cannot walk with their legs, or cannot hear. They have been surrounded by sympathy and strange looks from the beginning of their lives. They are looked down upon by others when looking for a job. It is extremely difficult to start a business, and they must work a hundred times harder than ordinary people. Therefore, those of us with able-bodied limbs, please cherish the opportunity to exercise in the melting pot of society, set small goals for yourself, and make progress step by step towards your ideal world.
Some people also say: "People's hearts are cold and warm, and the world is hot and cold." In fact, when you go through it step by step, you will not only be grateful to those who bring you warmth, but also grateful to those who bring you coolness. people. It is those harsh words and those slaps on the face that make you grow and make you appreciate the myriad of emotions in the world. Everything in the world, yin and yang alternate, wrong can become right, and right can also become wrong. How many people are still worrying about whether you are right or I am wrong? Standing in the vast wilderness of the universe, caring is the biggest obstacle to life. It can not only stagnate life, but also block the mind. And if all these experiences are not exercised in reality, understood and explored through repeated setbacks and failures, our souls will never be able to truly grow, our personality will not be perfected to the maximum extent, and life will inevitably fail. There will be some regrets and some imperfections. (Article reading website: sanwen)
If fantasy is a dessert, reality must be a mixture of all kinds of flavors. When you taste it one by one, it is better. If the bitter, spicy, sour and sweet come at the same time, not everyone can enjoy it. The reality is like this. If you go here to catch a happy event and there to catch a funeral, should you be happy or sad? Just after handling this matter, that matter comes again. Should I be proud or worried? Although there may not be many such things, you will always encounter them in life. Especially when we are in our prime years, when we are old and young. If it is a seedling growing in a greenhouse, if it has never experienced the polishing of reality, how can we bear all this? If we always live in our own fantasy world, how should we interpret the huge gap between fantasy and reality?
Therefore, those who can forge reality outside of fantasy are lucky. Even people who are born with disabilities still have the responsibility to shoulder the burden of life, rather than blindly living in the pity and sympathy of others. The imperfection of the appearance should not be the reason for the imperfection of the soul. We cannot repair the imperfection of the body, but we can far make the soul grow stronger and make it become steel. It should not be a reason for rejecting hardship and training. Before we are forty years old, the last thing we need is the pity and care, praise and pursuit of others. Instead, we need the test of wind and rain, and the growth and strength of the soul. .
You don’t know how many people were very proud of themselves when they were young, but when they get old, they are hit hard and never get up again. How sad is the hero's twilight years? Between fantasy and reality, let us give nine points to reality, and forge our dreams bit by bit in reality. In this way, we will be getting closer and closer to the beauty in dreams.
Selection of sentiments 2:
Fantasy and reality (missing sentences)
Living in a paradise with fantasy
Living In a realistic environment
What do I want
Walking in this night wind
The shadow of loneliness follows closely
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A heart that cannot be calmed
Infecting the surrounding atmosphere
Stopping and looking back
The fog that cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality
Expression of subjective lens, (sad personality signature)
Let the surrounding scenery be photographed
Which direction will welcome the view
Future achievements have plans that I will participate in
Come to the kingdom of fantasy
Everything is so rare and perfect
Under the reality of survival
p>Everything is so unsatisfactory
With the richness of fantasy and the essence of reality
Planning two different types of parties
< p> Wandering between fantasy and reality (sentences about friendship)Approaching fantasy to the left
Stepping into reality to the right
In struggle and hesitation< /p>
Continue to look for the division between fantasy and reality
Selection of three insights:
Fantasy and reality
The time is so short, what do you want to do? So much; life is so busy, and there are so many scenery I want to see! ——Inscription
When I was a child, I always hoped that one day I would have a small electronic keyboard. Just press it and the beautiful melody would be like a gurgling stream, singing happily. Use white chalk to draw the appearance of the piano keys on the ground. They are crooked and ugly. Despite this, it was still very pleasant to put my little fingers on top and play one by one, and the music flowed from my heart.
When I was a child, I dreamed of owning a guitar and traveling around the world with it on my back. Countless times, a picture appeared in my mind: a green bamboo forest, lush bamboos rising from the ground, fresh branches and leaves, densely blocking the blazing sunlight, the breeze blowing, and the leaves rustled between the leaves. , swish swish! Sing and dance happily together. Carrying a classical guitar, it doesn’t have to be too beautiful. Quietly, lean on the bamboo, gently pluck the strings with your fingers, and the bright melody echoes in the quiet bamboo forest...
When I was a child, I was free. When I get down, I will look at the blue sky and white clouds, in a daze, and think wildly. Desire to become a bird and fly higher and higher. I have fantasized countless times. One day, I put on my wings and want to touch the white clouds. Are they as soft as cotton wool? Take a lick. Is it as sweet and delicious as cotton candy? You can also pick up a few stars and string them together. Hang them as a necklace around your neck or wear it on your wrist. In this way, at night, they will twinkle in the room. Not to mention how beautiful it is. I still want to take a look, where is the edge of the sea? Where is its source? I want to see where the sun rises every morning, and follow it at night to see where it returns, and then tell my little brothers and sisters where it returns. I want to see if the people there on the other half of the earth live with their heads down and their feet up, hanging upside down like bats?
When I was a child, when I read fairy tales about princes and princesses, I would imagine the delicious cakes in the palace and the exquisite and gorgeous clothes of the princess.
When I was a child, each fantasy was like a seed, buried in my heart, secretly waiting to sprout!
When I grew up, I bought a guitar, but I never learned and understood it. It seems that there is no time to cherish it. Year after year, it was covered with the dust of time, forgotten in the corner by me, and finally given to others.
When I grow up, my childhood with swaying floral skirts is folded, folded squarely, and hidden in the drawer of my memory. When you have free time, no longer stare at the blue sky and white clouds.
Sigh that time passes by like an edge or an arrow.
There are still so many wishes that I want to realize, and there are so many scenery that I have never seen. Suddenly, I found that the clock has gone more than half a circle. The ticking sound seemed to be the horn before setting off for the expedition, but we never smelled the smoke of war.
I want to cry for myself and remember those dreams that died young.
Learn how Daiyu buries flowers, open up your heart, and bury fallen heroes colorfully.
Human, how many wishes can truly come true in this life?
I saw a set of cartoons about a girl and her clothes: when she was young, she had no money; when she got married, she couldn’t take care of her; when she was middle-aged, she gained weight; when she got old, she was out of shape. It's a bit sad, a girl's life.
In fantasy, we are very romantic, but in reality, we are very helpless.
Embarrassingly harboring fantasies, waiting indefinitely at the missed platform, when will my special train come again?
The flowers in front of the windowsill withered and bloomed again, but my fantasy was gone forever.
Youth is so far away, and the waving hands are gradually invisible. The persistent blue sky can't wait for that familiar cloud to come.
What else can be done? Cry? Or should we move forward?
Use one-third of your time to describe the future, and use one-third of your time to understand the present moment. Should you continue to look forward to the remaining one-third? Or should we learn and understand to let go? Or to live purely?
Fantasy opened a window, and I saw the colorful world; reality helped me gently close it; life, like a heavy curtain, slowly closed, and the space began to change. It got crowded, and the light gradually dimmed.
Midnight, start, keep wandering, or left? Or to the right? Mentally and physically exhausted.
Fantasy allows me to learn and understand what I have longed for, reality allows me to learn and understand how to deal with it bravely.
Fantasy says to reality, it turns out that you can be more colorful; reality says to fantasy, you should be more realistic.
They said in unison: It turns out that we can join hands and move towards the future!
The late autumn sunshine is slightly warm!