First met
Beautiful dreams, like beautiful poems, are elusive and often appear at the most unexpected moments.
I like that kind of dream, everything can start all over again, and everything can be explained slowly. I can even feel in my heart that all the wasted time can actually return to ecstasy and gratitude, and my heart is full of happiness, just because you are right in front of me and smile at me, just like that.
I really like that dream. I know that you have traveled thousands of miles for me, but I feel that every grass and tree are full of flowers, as if you and I just met for the first time.
difficult problem
When I guessed the answer, I found that the party was over and everything was over.
The banquet broke up, and everyone went away. You were in the middle of the crowd, you couldn't recognize it anymore, and you won't meet again.
But just now, the garden was sunny and full of laughter, but I couldn't go in. They gave me a riddle, let me guess, and if I guess correctly, I can meet you and give me a long-awaited love.
When I guessed the answer, I found that it was all over, and the years had already changed the puzzle.
Looking back at this moment
In our world, time is the longitude and space is the latitude, and a series of joys and sorrows are carefully woven, which is very regular. In every corner and every knot, there is actually a secret code. At that time, we were at a loss, but looking back, we suddenly found that all the threads were vivid, and then we smiled and understood the pain and sadness.
At the moment of looking back, time stays and never dies. The stream flowing under the shade of ferns and wild peonies is still young, the sky is full of clouds, and my heart is full of your love and care for me.
A predestined relationship or bond
If people can really be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then, I love, what was our previous life like?
If you are a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan, I am the one you miss under your wrist. If you are the urchin who plays truant, I am the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you unconsciously walk in the grass by the roadside. If you are a monk with a wall, I am a pillar of incense in front of the temple, burning and spending a quiet time with you.
So when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished, just in a trance, unable to tell you in detail.
Shuibizai
In today's world, many people don't want to believe that beautiful and sincere things are just around the corner. In order to protect themselves, they would rather conclude from the beginning that all good things are just a hypocritical effort. In this way, when everything is lost, they won't feel sorry and hurt.
Ink pen is a rare and precious plant, just like rare and precious love. There are fewer and fewer in this world, because too many people are no longer willing to love and believe.
I believed you from the beginning. the last sentence
No matter how beautiful and long we meet, we will end up in the same way. It's time to say goodbye At the head of this ancient ferry, it is already dusk.
It's time to say goodbye You hold my hand gently, and I wait silently, waiting for fate to separate us.
Please forgive me, please forgive me. Dear friend, you gave me your wandering life, but I can only give you a thin collection of poems.
At dusk, my tears fell on the sand and I wrote the last sentence. If there is an afterlife, please pay attention to finding a woman who writes poems on the beach.
Perfect flaw
In life, we can often find that some people live deliberately, such as cleanliness, picky, neuroticism and excessive self-esteem ... What kind of phenomena do these personality characteristics reflect? = = = = Typical perfectionist.
There is nothing wrong with pursuing perfection. It is precisely because of this spirit that we can enjoy the classic life and realize that the world is so magical. Just like the classical music "Butterfly Lovers" brings us unparalleled musical aesthetics; The movie Titanic gave us the soul shock and box office legend; The architectural arts handed down from ancient times, such as the Eiffel Tower, the pyramids and the Great Wall of Wan Li ... are all perfect artistic essences, but there are also flaws to be found. As the saying goes, "from the side of the ridge, it becomes a mountain peak." I have seen someone play "butterfly lovers" at the wedding festive moment, which attracted people's reviling; Anyone who has seen Titanic has probably seen the introduction. This ship was called "unsinkable ship" in the last century, but it sank unexpectedly, and it sank so badly.
In the ancient culture of China, people were taught that "you can't talk all the time and do things backwards". It advocates a philosophy of life that can advance and retreat freely. Be like bamboo, straight and elastic, bent but not folded; A person who pursues perfection excessively and has excessive self-esteem is like a steel bar, which may break easily at some point. Too fragile self-esteem will remain normal at a constant temperature. Imagine that the famous Danish physicist, in order to avoid making a fool of himself in front of students, spent millions to build a perfect laboratory. It is because of this impeccable scientific platform that he created a famous myth in western Europe. His success combines all the advantages of time, place and people. If the scientist comes from a poor family and has to make a living all day long, and has no sufficient financial resources to build such an ideal laboratory, he will also encounter various life problems and academic problems faced by ordinary scholars. Does that mean that a superstar is bound to fall? In civilian life, we have heard and witnessed many knowledgeable people who have changed their lifestyles because of financial difficulties. Putting a person on a different track will have different results in this life. There is sound in the river, and there are cliffs in thousands of feet. I can only say that Bohr is lucky. He worked miracles in the greenhouse. If he walks out of that delicate shell, will he still be noticed? I am afraid it is worth pondering.
To sum up, perfection is still flawed. Just like the gold content of 24K gold is 99. 99%, definitely not 100% purity. We applaud those who succeed and pursue perfection, but I hope more scientists will come out of the storm. I believe this achievement can stand the baptism of public voting and socialization.
The 50-year-old perception alarm clock rang. "Why do you want to set the alarm clock?" I thought to myself, "Today is Sunday!" Later I learned that today is my 50th birthday. A large number of guests will come to congratulate one after another. Get up! "50," I whispered the number to myself several times to get used to the pronunciation of the word. I walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and a familiar face looked at me with a big smile. That night, I didn't add a white hair or a wrinkle.
As soon as bathroom door opened it, I was hugged by a pair of arms. "Mom, happy birthday and all the best!" My 22-year-old daughter congratulated me loudly. Then someone hugged me, my 24-year-old eldest daughter. "Hey, can I hug you, too?" The husband asked. He stared at me intently, stroked my cheek affectionately and said, "Your skin is still so delicate." I was very excited, but I changed his words: "Let's act quickly!" " The celebration will last all day, and there are many things waiting for us to do.
The reason why I held this birthday party was entirely the result of my husband's hard persuasion with his golden words. In the past 50 years, I don't even want to add a year. I even hope that the age of 16 can be kept for three years, and the age of 30 can be extended by five years. 10 years, I will stay at 45 years old.
At the age of 40, I felt particularly comfortable, because I passed the age of 30-40, which was a little overwhelmed. At that age, people should strive to enhance the relationship between husband and wife, go around the clock to buy a house to seek an ideal career, and have children to bear unshirkable responsibilities and obligations. At the age of 40, I can look back on the ups and downs of the past 10 years, and I can recall the footprints left by the arduous journey of the past 10 years. My husband and I don't have to worry about our two daughters anymore. From the age of 40, with the growth of my age, I can not only arrange my life more reasonably according to my own wishes, but also become more mature and confident.
However, when I was almost 40 years old, I suddenly heard the word "old", and the number of times was annoying. I heard a compliment that made people laugh and cry: "You look tough at your age!" I also received a price list for people in their fifties. Manufacturers selling products say that the daily necessities listed on the list are "most suitable for your generation".
I recalled my trip to London with my daughter: because my daughter went out for the first time, my schedule was full for three days. On the first day, our mother and daughter walked in the street with shopping bags on their backs all day. Back at the hotel, my legs were so tired that I could hardly lift them. So, I thought anxiously: "This must be because I am old!" At this time, I listened to my daughter lying in bed and asked, "Do you still want to go out to play at night? Borrow a video and watch it at the hotel! " She was exhausted, too. It seems that I should not blindly link everything that goes wrong with my age. But I am still worried about my age. When I was chatting with a publisher who was over eighty, I said to him in a tone of obvious disgust, "I'm almost 50!" " "After listening to my words, he actually smiled. Then, he took a sip of his cigarette and a sip of Bordeaux red wine and said to me loudly, "50! This age means that your boat of life has just set sail. This is the peak of spring and autumn, the prime of life! "He further explained that 50-year-old people have a compass in their hearts for which 20-40-year-olds are striving, which can accurately determine the course of life. With it, you can seize the once-in-a-lifetime fleeting opportunity in time; With it, you can clearly establish your future goals; With it, you can give full play to your wisdom and talent!
At this time, I noticed the changes in my family since 10: my husband and I have achieved our long-standing goals in our careers, and our two daughters have also gone to college.
Our generation looks at least 10 years younger than their parents at this age. Of course, we also pay more attention to maintaining ourselves than our parents. 19 10 women usually live to be only 64 years old. The statistical results of 1990 show that the average life expectancy of our generation has reached 80 years. We have the conditions to make our own long-term plans, and 50 is the best age to consider how to arrange our old age.
At the birthday party, the most precious gift I received was an album from my two daughters. The photo records the growth process of the two sisters and the harmonious relationship between mother and daughter. The two sisters also wrote down their feelings of recalling the past under each photo, which made me very moved.
That night, faced with flowers and gifts, I finally understood the significance of my 50th birthday: people in their thirties and forties can't get such an album. People must be at least 50 years old to receive such a precious gift, because the 50th birthday is the harvest festival for parents and the Thanksgiving Day for children. Looking back on everything that life has generously given me and the fruitful results of my own efforts, I am not sad for the first time in the long 50 years.
Pay attention to every moment now.
The professor was invited to give a speech at a military base. A soldier named Ralph met him at the airport.
On their way to get their luggage, Ralph left the professor three times: the first time to help an old woman carry a box, the second time to lift two children so that they could see Santa Claus, and the third time to show a person the way. Every time he comes back, he has a smile on his face.
The professor asked him, "Where did you learn this?"
Ralph replied, "In the war." Then he told about his experience in Vietnam. At that time, their task was demining, and he saw several close comrades fall down one by one.
He said, "I want to learn to live step by step." I never know if I will be the next one to fall. So I must make full use of the gap between lifting my feet and landing. I feel like every step is my life. "
Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow. If we can predict how gloomy the world will become: we will lose all our passion, and life will become like the old movies we have seen, which will no longer surprise us and make us feel excited.
I think what we need to do is to accept life as it is: a big adventure. It doesn't matter who has accumulated more wealth and who can go further. The only thing that matters is who really learned to cherish life.
I think this is something we should think about when we look back on life.
Broken beauty
Sometimes, I even believe that only broken things are beautiful.
I like broken roots, withered branches, withered leaves, rusty clocks in ancient temples, broken doors, broken walls, deeply covered autumn grass in the courtyard, cracked jade fences on sloping stone steps, falling clouds and cold stars, withered stems and withered willows, silent old people walking around in faded clothes to pick up rags, and old schoolbags made of flowers on their thin shoulders to go to school. I even like a broken beer bottle or a crushed can rolling silently on the ground and then standing still. Whenever I see these insignificant human things, I always stare at them intently until I look at them in a far, far away realm.
I don't know how beautiful they are, so I can't imagine how beautiful they are. So, I was deeply immersed in this unimaginable beauty, digging up their beautiful past, and then, looking back suddenly, I brought these two life forms to my eyes and shed tears. This inexplicable everything contains many unspeakable joys and sorrows, eternal sadness and boundless desolation in the vicissitudes of life!
I like watching people cry, listening to people roar, spitting out some buried memories after drinking wine, and watching a unrequited lover standing silently in the rain with an umbrella on his beloved's wedding night. I like people who are always quiet and peaceful to talk endlessly about their sufferings. People who have been happy and satisfied will suddenly feel depressed and lost. Old people will remember their yellow youth, and arrogant people will regret the love they missed. I like the sad smile of a star after falling out of favor, the painful look back of a hero in his twilight years, the tea of frustrated officials, and the grief of a beautiful woman passing away in the mirror. I like people to dig out the most painful part of themselves when they are weakest and unprepared, then tremble, then cry, and then let their hearts bleed.
At this time, even if I don't know anything about the person in front of me, I will definitely believe that this person has a beautiful soul that was once beautiful and is still beautiful. The bitterness and suffering he experienced, as well as those unforgettable worries and emotions, are the deepest imprint in his life and the most treasured storage. Only when his reputation is ruined will he release these long-lived pigeons and open the window to reveal his true face.
What can be broken must be really alive. Lin Daiyu broke up because of her unforgettable love; San Mao's breaking stems from her understanding and detachment at that moment after the vicissitudes of life; Van Gogh's fault is the constant pain of the sun with a golden knife under the light; Beethoven's smash is a tragic movement of black and white keys's impact on life with great spirituality. If the breaking of ordinary people reveals the purest and most beautiful light of human nature, then the breaking of these excellent souls, like silver fireworks, fills the sky above us. How many dreams and the true meaning of life have we learned from it!
I know that not many people can enjoy this unique happiness and joy like me, and not many people know how this broken beauty covers the fields and grasslands in front of our door finely and densely, just like the moonlight tonight.
Who said: The beauty of a flower lies in its blooming. And blooming is actually the breaking of the flower heart.
Go forward bravely and step out of your feet.
/kloc-at the beginning of 0/940, bombs often rained down on the northern German town of Essen. No matter day or night, the whistle of the air raid alarm will break through the sky at any time, indicating the arrival of disaster; Crowds of panicked citizens gathered in nearby air defense bunkers to take shelter. After the alarm signal was lifted, people came out in shock and prayed anxiously that the shelter they fled was still safe and did not disappear with the smoke.
Sometimes artillery fire will hit many arsenals scattered in this industrial city, but more often, bombs will destroy residential areas, schools and shops. In the gap between the wars, the residents of Essen have not forgotten the survival mission entrusted by God, and still live a normal life. Children are playing in the ruins, young people are talking about their love, and the family has prepared a delicious dinner with rations.
Perhaps because my mother grew up in this time of fear, she realized the extraordinary quality of being strong and brave and not afraid of any danger. My mother believes in the adage that even a small step forward bravely is far better than a timid retreat.
Many years ago, I secretly admired my mother's fearless spirit, but I don't know where her temperament came from. Until one day, I personally faced a crisis of faith.
As usual, I grabbed the phone and asked my mother's opinion. After listening to my last complaint and worry, my mother took a deep breath and began to tell me a story of "Emma and Dad" (German Emma and Dad mean grandma and grandpa).
I have heard many stories about "Emma and Dad" before, knowing that they owned a shoe store in Essen during World War II. I also know that this shop has been damaged by stray bullets and blown-up rubble many times. One of my favorite jokes is that my father asks his family one by one after each blow: "Do you still have arms and legs?" After getting a positive answer from everyone, he announced loudly: "Enough, we will be fine!" " "Then everyone began to pick up bricks and rebuild their homes. They suffered blows again and again, and then they rebuilt again and again.
I'm going to listen to the story of another bomb. This time, however, my mother is talking about shoes.
"The next morning after a holiday, Emma and dad opened the store door and found that all the shoes had been stolen, not a pair left. What is even more irritating is that the thief who stole the shoes turned out to be their accomplices. All they left was a pile of unpaid bills and a sample shoe of their left foot. "
In my mind, I imagine my grandparents, standing in the empty stock room, facing the challenge that the whole family has no rations and nothing to sell-nothing but a bunch of worthless left-foot sample shoes. In contrast, some of my so-called personal worries began to recede.
Where can I get money to pay these bills and fill stolen orders? This is not as simple as picking up a brick and rebuilding a fallen wall. What this job needs is to rebuild the destroyed spirit.
But my mother comes from a strong-willed family. She went on to tell the following story.
"Emma and dad are determined never to give up. They sorted out sample shoes and arranged beautiful furnishings in the window facing the street. On that day, they opened as usual, no different from usual. Customers were attracted by the exquisite sample display in the window. They went into the shop and asked to see a certain style. Emma and dad greeted every customer warmly, measured them, and then walked to the ransacked stock room behind them. As soon as they walked out of the sight of the guests, they stood there quietly, silently counting from one to one hundred. Then, they went back to the store and told the guests that the style they wanted was out of stock in the back warehouse, but they were happy to order it. After all, in this extraordinary period, it is not surprising that goods are sold out. The shortage of materials during the war actually helped them a lot at this critical moment. "
Before my mother finished the story, I began to understand that the story was not about shoes.
"Customers have paid deposits to order shoes. Soon after, a large number of purchase orders and payment for goods followed. It was the exquisite sample display that brought them back to life. It is entirely possible for Emma and Dad to complain and then close the door and do nothing. But instead of doing this, they bravely showed everything they had at that time-a bunch of sample shoes for their left feet, and more importantly-their unshakable belief in themselves. "
Grandparents retired long after the war and then immigrated to America. I often admire their courage when they immigrated. They came with little property, but now I understand that they brought everything they needed-a deep-rooted belief that as long as you take a strong step, the whole world will follow.
After talking to my mother on the phone that day, I took a big step forward.
Life needs patience.
The interview in winter ten years ago was a little different from usual. The editor-in-chief asked me to interview a cancer patient, Shang Qi. He is a young mountain village primary school teacher. Because he loves children in the mountains, he gave up the opportunity to stay in the city after graduating from college, but five years later he got liver cancer. He taught a group of children who grew up in the snow-capped mountains. I want to go there to see the snow. Because I have secretly made up my mind to bury myself in the snow.
When I arrived at Xueshan Primary School, the village chief took me to the village primary school to find him. He was having a class at that time. Looking through the glass window, I was taken aback. He is wearing an old blue cotton-padded coat and standing on the platform. Although he is thin and his hair is a little messy, he doesn't look sick at all. He smiled and looked dignified.
After class, he came out amid the cheers of the children. I looked up and he was looking at me with a smile. His eyes are as deep and quiet as the sea in the morning. After the interview, he accompanied me to see the snow-capped mountains. Looking at the endless snow-capped mountains, I was in a trance.
"What's the matter with you?" His thin hand rested on my shoulder with concern, and there was white chalk dust on the cuffs.
"It's nice here. It's good to lie here and turn into snow. " I endured it for a long time, but my tears finally didn't fall, but my deep pity for myself made me heartache. He looked at me thoughtfully. The children screamed happily, had a snowball fight and made three snowmen.
"This is happy snow." Shang Qi looked at them and smiled. "The classroom in the adobe house is short and narrow, but the children grow taller and taller." After the interview, we had a long snowball fight with the children.
The day after I came back to finish writing the manuscript, I fell into the ice cave of despair again. Sad married life, tangled quarrels, and huge losses engulfed me. Exhausted, I packed my luggage, put on my favorite red cotton-padded jacket and my diary for many years. Farewell, everything, life is so heavy, I want to climb the top of the snowy mountain and end all the troubles in this world.
I was about to go out when the telephone rang. I hesitated whether I should answer this last call, thinking that if it rang eight times, I would answer it. If it doesn't arrive, it will be cut off. Because I am 28 years old. The bell is still ringing.
I put down my luggage and picked up the receiver with trembling hands. A little girl's immature and eager voice said, "Are you Aunt Shi Hong?"
"Yes, who are you?"
"I'm a student of Shangji's teacher. He gave me ten dollars and a letter telling me that I must call you and send the letter immediately. I ran a long mountain road and the snow was slippery. It took me three and a half hours to run to the post office at the foot of the mountain. Ok, I finally got through! "
"Is he all right?"
"He died the day before yesterday morning-"The little girl was crying over there. "He told me before he died that there was a deep melancholy on your face. Although he doesn't know why you are depressed, he asked me to tell you that you must live a good life and be happy. He asks you to grant him this last request. I'll send you his letter right away. Come to the Snow Mountain to see Mr. Shang's tomb when you are free. He was buried on the sunny slope. "
I sat there crying. Shang Qi, a dying man still thinks of me. I met him once. He left, but he saved a man who wanted to die in the snow.
Three years ago, the doctor told me that I had an incurable disease. Although the disease will not die immediately, it will gradually lose people's immunity and cause severe anemia. Over time, it will increase the danger and endanger life. ...
Fortunately, my parents and husband are very kind to me. This Valentine's Day, I bought flowers and wine and sat at home waiting for my dear husband to come back.
Someone knocked at the door gently. I flew like a pigeon to open the door. A strange woman's face said, "Who are you looking for?"
"Are you Shi Hong?" The woman looked at me sharply from eye to eye, as if she were beating my head with a small hammer in victory.
"Yes, what can I do for you?"
"Your husband won't come back tonight, you don't have to wait for him. To tell you the truth, he doesn't love you anymore We have been together for two years. If you still have some self-esteem, you can put it down generously. Think about it. You are in poor health. What can you give him? You are just a burden to him! "
"Impossible, this is not true!" I cried rudely.
"Is that true? You can ask your husband! " The woman walked away. God, he has always been the love of my soul, the only emotional pillar, how can I live without him! The world seemed upside down in front of me, and I fell on the bed and cried. Is it because I don't love him enough? I tried to save my husband's heart and love him more quietly, only to find that what he told me was a lot of lies.
The woman came to my house many times and made a scene, forcing me to divorce him immediately. I can't stand it at last. I asked my husband, "since you acquiesced in her coming to my house to make a scene, why didn't you file for divorce?"
"I ..." It turns out that my husband never offered me a divorce because I was ill, and he didn't want to leave a bad reputation of being unkind and unfair. What a sophisticated and hypocritical reason. What a cold heart.
My husband and I are college classmates, and our first love is unforgettable. Our nine-year relationship was so beautiful that we rudely threw it into the mud? Because of my fucking illness? He left me to find his lover like no one's watching-how cruel life is!
That night, I was as drunk as a fiddler. Although the doctor said I was too ill to drink, I woke up in the morning and found that my body was not dead. But my spirit is on the verge of collapse and I can't bear this series of fatal blows. Illness attacked me, my husband abandoned me, and the man who took my lover insulted me. Everything around me is constantly changing the way of hurting and torturing me. They won't let me rest for a moment. They want to live a happy life, and they all want me to disappear as soon as possible. Ah-dead, dead? Yes, the world is full of cold soil and ferocious faces. I must stay away from them, away from the hell that fate has designed for me. Anyway, we have to find a clean and beautiful piece of snow sooner or later. I thought Lin Daiyu meant clean quality. Therefore, I intend to designate the last interviewee as Shang Qi, a teacher of Xueshan Primary School. I didn't expect him to walk faster than me.
A week later, I received a letter, and the cover staff wrote several big characters: Ms. Shi Hong received it. Inside the envelope is a watercolor painting. On the vast snowfield, a red silk scarf flutters on the barren snowfield, and there are two gentle eyes hidden in the silk scarf. At the bottom of the painting is written: You are the flag in the snow, I am the black eye watching your life, beautiful winter snow needs cold, and a happy life needs patience. Always strong and peaceful. Your friend: Yamazaki.
Tears filled my eyes, forgetting that my love heart suddenly opened, and a stream of heat poured into my cold and empty heart for a long time. I hung this precious painting on the ivory frame in my bedroom. They express my silent and priceless love and inspire my inner love and courage. This gift from a 26-year-old teacher in a mountain village, a young man with deep and determined eyes like a black reef and waves of hearty laughter, taught me how to live enthusiastically in the Leng Xue of fate.
Now, I am the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, with an angel daughter and an engineer husband who loves me deeply. Three years ago, my illness miraculously recovered.
Yes, my friend, a happy life needs patience. I always believe that after patience, fate will smile at you.