Selected works of American literature 1:
The tiger in my heart smells the roses.
The title "There is a tiger in your heart, smell the roses" is the immortal epigram of the English poet Siegfried Sassoon. I can't remember the Tang and Song poems that gave me extra points in the college entrance examination, or the poems and essays that pretended to be literary in college, but this sentence has planted seeds in my heart and grown into a lush and never-barren appearance.
I brought a detailed explanation of this sentence from other places, thanking the author for his good writing style, which gave this sentence a full body and even revealed the artistic conception that my poor writing style could not express.
"Everyone has a Tigerheart, but there are still roses outside the tiger's den."
"Tigers can also smell roses. Their busy and ambitious ambitions will be impressed by gentleness and beauty, and they will stop and quietly appreciate the perfection given by nature and the calmness given by life."
"The tiger's bravery can also be integrated with the delicate harmony of roses. No matter how hard the heart is, or full of pride, there is still a lightness and agility in the chest, and a peaceful silence is hidden in it. There will still be weak and beautiful flowers blooming with the clear waves and enjoying the scenery. "
"The human heart is also a tiger and a rose. Without roses, it will inevitably become vulgar. Without tigers, you will be timid and lose your spirit. "
"Of course, the strength of tigers and roses in everyone's heart is also different. Someone's heart is a wolf's den, and several roses are inevitably trampled by tigers; Someone's heart is a garden, and the tiger in the garden can't help being intoxicated by the fragrant tide. Therefore, the former is close to masculinity, while the latter is close to femininity. However, crushed roses can still bloom, and drunken tigers sometimes wake up. "
One day, an anonymous person added, "After the banquet, she was in tears.". No dog's tail continues to mink, but it seems to believe in nature. In me the tiger sniffs the rose. After the feast, I was in tears. The last two sentences can be understood as the feelings and sentiments that arise spontaneously after the glory of life. When such a confrontation, a contradiction, a concern and an idea are born in our little hearts, this feeling makes people calm and calm. "
"I love the artistic conception of a tiger smelling roses, which is the most appropriate way to express the delicacy of love. No matter what kind of person, as long as there is love in his heart, he will become very gentle, tiptoe and pay attention to being close to perfection, for fear of waking up the morning dew on the flower bud. " (Antique screen name)
Searching for train of thought on the Internet is always unsatisfactory. Perhaps, what exists in imagination is always the most beautiful.
Pay attention to the title here.
Selected Works of American Literature II:
The tiger in my heart smells the roses.
The swan spread its wings and took off with one heart. Under the roar of the tiger in the depths of its heart, it went through all kinds of hardships and bumped into the top of the mountain and the cape. Father and son eat together. Roses are fragrant for a while, quiet for a while, safe for a while, and living in a small place is beautiful and fresh.
There is a tiger in my heart, but I smell roses. They are all one. Why not?
"I don't hate the narrow escape of the south, I will travel all my life!" Perilla has its own roar and dragons in its heart, like an eagle chasing a peak, glaring at it with a sword. However, although he is fearless, she still remembers her dead wife's "ten years of life and death" on the way to conquest, and still has the courage to enjoy the peace and tranquility of life, lamenting that "peace is home here"!
There are pursuits but not demanding, and tigers roar and roses bloom.
Hugo once said: Let 1 dragons live in your heart, which is both torture and fun. However, Lin sighed: the real peace is not to stay away from the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, but to plant chrysanthemums in the heart hedge. It is not because we cling to our dreams and forget the value of pleasure at the moment, nor because we refuse to hone ourselves because of the enjoyment of ease. The dragon and the heart fence also live in our hearts, safe and sound, and together they provoke the life we really yearn for. Confucius said: cultivate one's morality, keep the family in order, govern the country and level the world. Pursuing distance and living in the present are by no means contradictory, but a gradual process. Why do you have to break up and the other party still doesn't accept it?
Enjoy the beauty of life, enjoy the pain of tempering, and the tiger and the rose are integrated. (Hemingway)
Margaret Thatcher, known as the "Iron Lady", lived an absolutely beautiful life and enjoyed a worldwide reputation. However, before she died, she blamed herself and regretted her neglect of her children. Lu You's heart is in the world, and he is sympathetic to the whole life. He always sings "this body is unpredictable, his heart is in Tianshan Mountain, and he is always in Cangzhou", but the pain is inexplicable. Although Mencius was able to "abandon his hat and weight, and grow old in the clouds", he also regretted his mediocre life and his death. Why is this? They can't be as comfortable as perilla, either they can't hear the flowers when tigers roar or they are addicted to the caress of roses. We need to put a scale in our hearts at all times and continue to be our truest and happiest self. Even if the tiger crawls with scars and pain, it will smell more fragrant, and even if the rose is intoxicated and numb, it will howl to alert us.
Tiger and rose, balance mentality, measure pleasure, if so in this life, willingly.
I have a tiger in my heart, but I smell roses. Whether it is a giant bird fighting in the sky or a happy father and son in peace, they are equally happy, perfect, true and precious.
I want to enjoy both and enrich my real life.
Selected works of American literature 3:
The tiger in my heart smells the roses.
There is a tiger sniffing roses in my heart. In other words, human nature has two sides, and the opposite human nature is harmonious.
Everyone has a tiger in his heart, but there are still roses outside the den.
Tigers sometimes smell roses. Their busy and ambitious ambitions will be moved by tenderness and beauty, and they will stop and quietly appreciate the perfection given by nature and the calmness given by life.
The tiger's bravery can also be integrated with the delicate harmony of roses. No matter how firm the heart is, no matter how passionate the chest is, there is still a lightness, agility, tranquility and peace hidden. There will still be weak and beautiful flowers blooming and enjoying the scenery with the clear waves. (complaining)
The human heart is also a two-sided body of tigers and roses. Without roses, it will inevitably become vulgar, without tigers, it will be timid and lose spirit.
Of course, the strength of tigers and roses in everyone's heart is also different. Someone's heart is a wolf's den, and several roses are inevitably trampled by tigers; Someone's heart is a garden, and the tiger in the garden can't help being intoxicated by the fragrant tide. Therefore, the former is close to masculinity, while the latter is close to femininity. However, crushed roses can still bloom, and drunken tigers sometimes wake up.
One day, an anonymous person added, "After the banquet, she was in tears.". No dog's tail continues to mink, but it seems to believe in nature. In me the tiger sniffs the rose. After the feast, I was in tears. The last two sentences can be understood as feelings and feelings that arise spontaneously after the glory of life. When such a confrontation, a contradiction, a concern and an idea are born in our little hearts, this feeling makes people calm and calm.
I love the mood that tigers smell roses, which is the most appropriate way to express the delicacy of love. No matter what kind of person, as long as there is love in his heart, he will become very gentle, stand on tiptoe and pay attention to perfection, for fear of being surprised by the morning dew on the bud.
However, love cannot be in its heyday forever. One day, the tiger will still be the same tiger, with sharp claws and cold eyes. And roses, no matter how beautiful, will eventually wither. About the tiger sniffing roses is always just a perfect fragment in memory, and then there will be sadness. Love is always blown away by wind and rain, always like this.