2. "Do you think that because I am poor, humble, short and unattractive, I have no soul and no heart? You are wrong-my soul is the same as yours, and my heart is exactly the same as yours ... We stand at the heel of God and are equal-because we are equal! "
"You finally came out," he said. "Yes, I waited for you for a long time, and I listened carefully, but I didn't hear a sound or a cry. Five minutes later, there was silence all around, and I was going to break in like a thief. So, you avoided me? -You shut yourself up and grieve alone? I'd rather you scolded me severely. You are emotional, so I think there will be a big fight. I'm ready to make you cry, but I just hope it falls on my chest. Now, the unconscious floor or your soaked handkerchief has accepted your tears. But I was wrong. You didn't cry at all! I saw pale cheeks and dim eyes, but no tears. Then I guess your heart must be crying and bleeding?
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"Listen, Jane, isn't there a word of reproach? No sharp words? Without hurting feelings or discouraging enthusiasm? You sat quietly where I told you to sit and looked at me listlessly.
"Jane, I never meant to hurt you like this. If someone keeps a ewe as close as a daughter, eats his bread, drinks his cup and lies in his arms, and kills it in the slaughterhouse due to some negligence, his regret for blood out will never exceed my regret now. Can you forgive me? "
Readers! -I forgave him on the spot. His eyes hinted at deep regret; The tone is full of real regret, and the attitude is full of manly vitality. In addition, his whole expression and manner exude such an unswerving love-I forgave him everything, but I didn't resort to language, didn't show it, just hid it in my heart.
"I really love you," I said. "I have never loved you so much. But I can't show or forgive this feeling. This is the last time I expressed it. "
"For the last time, Jane! What! Do you think you can live with me and see me every day, and at the same time, if you still love me, you will always remain cold and distant? "
"No, sir, of course I can't, so I think there is only one way, but if I say it, you will be angry."
"Oh, go ahead! I am furious, and you have the ability to cry. "
"Mr rochester, I must leave you."
"How long have you been away, Jane? Why don't you take a few minutes to comb your unkempt hair and wash your face that looks feverish? "
"I must leave Adele and Thornfield. I have to leave you forever. I want to start a new life in a strange face and an unfamiliar environment. "
Wait a minute, Jane. Before you go, take another look at my terrible life. When you leave, all the happiness will be taken away. So what's left? As a wife, there is only a madman upstairs. You might as well associate me with the dead body in the cemetery. What should I do, Jane? Where can I find a partner and hope? "
"Do as I do, believe in God and yourself, believe in heaven, and hope to see you there again." (Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontexq)
Really, Balzac said it well: some sins can only be redeemed and cannot be washed away!
(2) In public organizations, it is inevitable that catching up with tasks will hinder learning. I expected it. Everything can only be won by ourselves with firm will and stand, gently and forcefully.
(3) I don't approve of blaming yourself for not taking action! …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
〈 4 〉 Bitter tears are the wine that cultivates your soul.
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↓6↓ People float in the high tide-low tide all their lives. Only mediocre people live like a stagnant pool; Or you must have a high level of self-cultivation in order not to be tired and truly free.
(7) Too much sunlight will scorch the whole grain; Too much rain will flood the crops.
One can only face up to reality and mistakes. Thoroughly understand with rational analysis; Will not be eroded by memories.
〈 9 〉 The most tormenting thing is neither mental labor nor manual labor. But worried.
<10 > ............................................................................................................................................................... thinks little of individuals. Then it will naturally reduce the heart of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss. Therefore, my body and mind will turn to Shu Tai, and my work will go smoothly.
Life is limited. Energy is also limited. If you want to run a marathon well, you need to take a long-term view.
12. Both China's philosophy and Buddhism want people to control their feelings, not to let them go. ("Fu Lei's Letter" Fu Lei)
Step 4 occasionally ...
Occasionally, we live like others, but if we calm our hearts like a lake without waves, we can see this endless complex world with a clear and clear mind and find wisdom in all the beauty, corruption, purity and filth. If we are wise people, all the troubles will bring us consciousness, and all the little things will make us feel its significance and value.
It is not so difficult to seek wisdom in the world. The most important thing is to make our own soft hearts soft enough to see a petal falling in a flower, which makes us tremble because we know its meaning.
Only soft can be sensitive; Only softness can be tolerant; Only soft can be exquisite; Only its softness can surpass itself, and even when we are injured, we can tolerate our wounds.
Softness is the bud of great compassion and the seed of bodhicitta. A soft heart is the source of our life in the secular world, and we can always feel the clarity of ourselves.
The most beautiful petals are soft, the greenest grassland is soft, the vastest sea is soft, the boundless sky is soft, and the clouds flying freely in the sky are the softest!
The softness of our hearts can be more beautiful than petals, greener than imitation, wider than the ocean, more boundless than the sky and more comfortable than clouds. Softness is the most powerful and lasting.
Let's open a soft and clean lotus of wisdom in a humble and muddy world!
("Jinglian" Lin Qingxuan)
5. Love
It's true.
There is a well-off girl in the village who is very beautiful. Many people came to be matchmakers, but they didn't say anything. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old that year. It was a spring night, and she was standing at the back door with a peach tree in her hand. She remembered that she was wearing a moon-white shirt. The young man who lives across the hall met her, but he never said hello. He's coming. Not far away, I stopped and said softly, "Oh, are you there?" She didn't say anything, and neither did he. He stood for a while and then walked away.
That's it.
Later, this woman was trafficked by relatives to other counties as a wife, and was resold again and again. After countless thrilling storms, when she was old, she still remembered the past and often talked about the teenager under the peach tree at the back door of the spring night.
Among thousands of people, you met the person you met. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, neither earlier nor later, you happened to catch up. There is nothing else to say, but gently ask, "Oh, are you there?" ("Love" Zhang Ailing)
6. In my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube and the other is jujube.
The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He imitates
The Buddha will leave this world, so that people will never see its back again. However, now it is blue, with dozens of stars flashing, and it is cold. He laughed off his quarrel as if he thought it was meaningful and sprinkled countless frost on the wild flowers and plants in my garden.
I don't know what the real names of those flowers and plants are and what people call them. I remember there was a kind of steering column.
The pink flowers are still in bloom, but they are smaller. She kept dreaming in the cold night sky.
Seeing the arrival of spring and dreaming of the arrival of autumn, I dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on her last petal and told her about autumn.
Although it came, winter came, and then it was spring. Hu Die flies around, and bees are singing the songs of spring. She was at that time
Smile, although she was flushed with cold, she still cringed.
Jujube trees, they just lost all their leaves. One or two children used to pick up dates left by others.
Now there is not a leaf left, even the leaves have fallen. He knows that Xiao Fenhua's dream needs spring after autumn. He also
Know the dream of falling leaves, after spring or autumn. He almost lost all the leaves, leaving only qianzi, but when he picked the original tree, it was full of fruits.
The arc when you leave is very comfortable. However, some branches are still very low, protecting him from jujube stalks.
Skin trauma from the tip, and the straightest and longest branches, have been silently stabbing the strange and high sky like a subway, making
The sky is shining with ghostly eyes; Stabbed the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment.
The sky in the ghost's eyes is getting bluer and bluer, more and more uneasy, as if to leave this world, avoid jujube trees and only release the moon.
The rest. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. Qianzi, who had nothing, still took the subway silently.
Stabbed into the strange and lofty sky, bent on killing him, no matter how much he was bewitched.
Eyes.
Wow, a bad bird that swims at night flies by.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard laughter and ate the ground. It seems that I don't want to disturb the sleeping people, but the surrounding air
Everyone should smile together. In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately laughed at.
Explore the situation and go back to your room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me. (Autumn Night (Lu Xun))
7, life, always like this essay in the past, although in the early spring, like the mood of first love.
Similarly, there have been so-called "hurricane bumps", but after that, the ship will always float on the slow current. Summer is
In the most common season, people look at dark green Woods and even flowers as red as the lips of remarried mothers.
Isn't it necessary to feel the fullness of life? This enrichment is tantamount to "ending", and people will not stare at it silently.
I won't meditate. It's like the scorched sun, like driving people into the cracks in the wall.
Generally speaking, it's even more annoying than winter.
It's autumn now. Compared with spring, spring is the road of life, which makes me feel deeply.
I am very upset, because I am too weak to resist the changes of natural seasons. Why?
After listening to the songs in the street, you won't work? Why did you run out the door when you heard the sound of raindrops? A bud and a flower.
Wet cloud, why do you feel crazy? I hate that I can't get along with it. It makes me too unstable.
I love it, but I also hate it, that is, I didn't miss it until summer was mature, but now,
This autumn, I don't remember what spring love is. Only when I saw the yellow leaves on that branch, I thought:
This is also like the appearance of "green willows, yellow and half uneven", but it is always another meaning. I don't want to say that autumn is over.
The road to "death"-please forgive my careless arrangement-Yining can add a "dead end" to summer, while in autumn,
Even if it is scolded in the dark winter, it is not the road of "life". Compare spring and summer.
I said it is going to the road of "life". (Autumn (Li Guangtian))
8. The real taste of life (Ling Ke)
Never too old to learn. I didn't invent this "three-character classic", but I realized the true meaning of life in it under the scouring of endless years.
Time is cold and kind. Time has made me lose a lot and gain a lot.
I went through a great and difficult time, and every step was not easy. Times have tested me and nurtured me. This is unfortunate and lucky.
Life is a big book that can never be read. Life is limited, and everyone can only read a few chapters, so be sure to read them carefully.
You must draw the end of your life, live up to your life, and make a final speech quietly and lightly: "Farewell to the world! I wish you a bright future! "
9. Flowers in old age (He Qifang)
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves. Morning is as fresh as dew. The sky glows softly,
Clear and ethereal, people want to hear the song of a soaring lark, just like looking at the blue sea and wanting to see a white sail.
Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk. So I'm depressed
In the armchair, in the street, or in the deserted garden, quietly enjoying many evenings. Yes, now.
I sat on a stone in a deserted garden, bathed in blue fog, and gradually felt the heaviness of old age.
This is the first night without moonlight. No tourists. There are no crickets singing on the rotten grass. I'm a little confused.
How did I get into this state? My withered hand rests on the staff, and my head rests on the staff.
Back, as if listening to the darkness, waiting for the unknown fate to appear in this silence. Take a few steps to the right
A wooden bridge. The running water under the bridge has dried up. Crossing this silent stream is a weeping willow forest, at night.
No one can trace the green in the color, and I looked at them blankly. My mind is floating.
Scattered in the dark, floating like endless waves. A mixture of memory truth and fantasy: golden flying
Summer night of fireflies; The cool lotus fragrance and the rich fragrance of grass and leaves make the lake a cold place.
Tropical; The breeze blows through the reeds; The shade of the tree was covered like an umbrella. Under the moonlight rain, I covered up my fear and shame.
Cece, ... but all of a sudden, all this disappeared. My thoughts gathered from the boundless darkness and asked myself.
What the hell was I thinking? Remember a lost garden in the past? Or for this desolate land?
Fang invented some prosperity in the past, just like a mythical figure using a lyre to drive a stubborn stone to jump by itself.
Jump up and build a city? When I closed my eyes and thought quietly, a strange coupling happened.
Be changed there.
In the willow forest submerged in the middle of the night, I heard the gentle voices of two ghosts or old people.
Footsteps went to a movable chair and sat down. Moreover, after a sigh, it started to be weak but still.
An easy-to-understand dialogue:
I have been looking forward to you for a long time. When I sit at the window at dusk, I hang my head, or I stretch my limbs at midnight.
When my arm touched the cold of old age, I had a premonition that you would come back.
-You have a hunch?
-Yes. Don't you feel the same way?
I tend to return to your arms. On any day in these 20 years,
As long as you call, an order. But you didn't. I didn't bravely break your promise until now, did I?
Your promise has come back, and I find that you have been expecting me for a long time.
-Don't say it's too late. You smile more gently now.
What saddens me most is that I don't know how you spent these long twenty years.
-With sad joy. Because when I think of you blessing me every day, I
It's not unbearable. But I've been depressed recently. The ancients said: birds must die, and their songs also have sorrow.
It seems that I have great regrets about life; I can't get the final peace until I fix it.
-So you had a hunch that I would come back?
-Yes. Not only are you back now, but I have a hunch that we met for the first time 20 years ago and gradually got to know each other.
As I approached, I was entangled in my own predictions, like an unlucky shadow.
-You didn't tell me at that time.
I don't want you to be as sad as I am.
I noticed your anxiety.
-But I strictly forbid myself to reveal it. I think all heavy things should be left to me alone.
Take responsibility for yourself,
Now you can tell it like a story.
Yes, now we can talk about ourselves like characters in the story. but
What a touching story it was, a night in March when we were not familiar with it.
In the evening, I came back from a lonely outing and walked into my home with lonely joy and fatigue. I turned on the light and found it.
A bunch of blooming yellow forsythia flowers are on my desk, and there is a piece of white paper with your kind words written on it. I accept
With sincere thanks, I think of your timid hands. I provided it on the windowsill with a bottle of water. I used to think I was
A bystander, quietly watching a girl upside down for love, waiting for the story to unfold naturally, but
This unexpected interruption made me very uneasy. I didn't sleep well that night.
I remember you went out early the next morning and didn't come back until dusk. It was a strange thing.
Smile.
Until now, you still don't know how I spent that day. It was a panic,
An irresistible panic about the invasion of love. I went to a friend's house for the whole morning. I sat in his room.
I talked about many problems endlessly. I looked at a famous painting on the wall and a three-masted ship in the blue waves.
It is sinking. I felt that I was the boat. I spread my arms for help and whined in vain. Quick steaming
At noon, I resolutely walked out of that friend's house. I had lunch alone in a street restaurant.
Then go to a forest far away in the suburbs. I walked, lay and walked in that forest, and the afternoon passed like this.
Well, I made up a story for myself. I imagine an abandoned barren hill and a cabin deep in the forest.
A fairy was demoted for violating God's laws. When she left the kingdom of heaven, the god of prophecy said to her, if
After a dry year, a young God walked on the path in front of her hut. If she can sing with charm.
He or she can be saved. A few years have passed. One night, leaning against the window, she heard it for the first time.
Trembling footsteps made her sing excitedly. But the footsteps of pride lingered for a while, and then rang.
Let's go and disappear into the darkness.
-Is that what you said to yourself? Why isn't the young god left behind?
If he is left behind, he will lose his eternal youth. Just like that bunch of forsythia flowers, inserted in my
The vase became the most easily withered flower, and after a few days it fell to the ground like some golden footprints.
Do you still believe in eternal youth?
Now I know that people without youth will be more gentle.
Because people exaggerate when they are young?
-exaggerated and cruel.
-But it's not the culprit.
Yes, we don't blame young people. ...
Listen to the whisper of this weak ghost until the resounding name-youth-is as charming as the echo.
In the air, like a beautiful mountain god who is infatuated with Uenal, she is haggard because she can't get love in return, but
It turned into a sound. I opened my eyes and looked up from my stone chair. There is endless silence around.
Quiet. There is not a breeze blowing among the leaves. The crescent moon is like a half-circle gold ring, with stars embedded in the depths like small white flowers.
In the blue sky. I feel a little cold. The stone on which I am sitting has given birth to cold dew. So I stood up and took it.
The cane will go back to my lonely apartment. The whispers I overheard just now are not ghosts.
It's not Twilight's reunion partner, but two four-act plays that I conceived for a long time but didn't finish in the end twenty years ago.
A role. At that time, I found it hard to describe them. It was a lonely night in a deserted garden.
Suddenly appeared in the evening, because I looked at the warm brass sunshine on the wall this afternoon and remembered something long ago.
One autumn, I opened a book I once liked and began to read it. Suddenly, I went back to what I was when I was nineteen.
Gentle and sentimental, when I found a short poem written on yellow paper, it began with two lines like this:
I found my childhood dream in your eyes,
If you find withered flowers in the autumn garden. ...
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