When there are only two people in the world, life is perfect. They live in a poetic landscape, where the fruit trees bear fragrant and attractive fruits every day, and the streams there flow with mellow jade all day long. They don't have to work, they are carefree, and the air is filled with only the simplest happiness. There, life is so vivid that it is completely enjoyable in the traditional sense. Until one day, these two men broke the ban and stole the sweetest fruit in the garden, so the earth collapsed under their feet, heaven collapsed around them, and they were exiled to the world where we are now. At this time, a majestic voice fell from the sky: "Only by working all day long can you atone for your sins and get inner peace and real rest."
Life is so short, in the game with death, everyone is faced with a dead chess game, and all efforts are just to buy some time. All great and wise people have seen through the inevitable tragedy in this life. They always feel that the end is coming, so they are always unwilling to stop fighting, just to realize their dreams. Confucius said: Life is boring. It is precisely because he watched the blood of life drop by drop from the sacred hourglass and turned into nothingness so horribly that he could not stop his struggle. Time is running out! The sage repeatedly emphasized this sentence.
So we can see that Balzac's coffee cup is always full, Lu Xun's desk lamp is always on, Zhong Ni's pen will never stop, and Da Vinci's paint will never dry. Some people say that they are torturing themselves, but one of them tells us with a new explanation of a Greek story: Sisyphus angered Zeus and was punished for pushing a boulder forever. This kind of pain is endless. The work is not only hard, but also endless. It is no exaggeration to say that it is desperate. But in my opinion, Sisyphus is happy, because his life has at least found a fulcrum, and he knows what he will do when he wakes up tomorrow morning. Just like a closed lake with an exit, the water has been singing happily. In the eyes of great men, life is the same.
Man came to this world to seek, to find his own soul to rely on. This dependence can be anything. If a person has been working hard for it all his life, happy to have it, and miserable to lose it, then he has been working hard, but sometimes he is tired physically and sometimes he is tired mentally. Only in this seemingly painful pursuit can his heart be truly peaceful, and he can feel the existence of his own life, and their life is truly existing. Even if they lie down and sleep, their beliefs have not disappeared, so they have no "actual" rest, just to accumulate strength in all fields of farming life.
Life is like running water, and it never stops. We are boats floating on the water. As long as we really float on the water, we won't stop, but sometimes we don't feel it. Only those souls who strive to find, or seek and pursue their own lives, rely on fate to give them the right to float on the river of life. The water will never stop, never stop. ...
The self-report of Xiaohe
Before, I was a cheerful river and lived a carefree life.
In spring, people come to my place to play with water and wake up sleeping frogs. As soon as they wake up, they sing on my hat, tadpoles swim on me, and small fish and shrimp are their audience. Sister duckweed sleeps on me and dresses me in green.
In summer, many children come to swim here, and the waves I beat gently pat the children's faces. Sometimes, they can get some small gifts-small fish and shrimp. When it rains, I will open my heart to embrace those raindrop sisters. After the rain, I will greet Sister Rainbow with a smile. Blue sky brothers shine on me and dress me in blue.
In autumn, many peasant women come to me to wash clothes. They will chat with me so that I won't be lonely. They will also come to me to fetch water and go home to wash vegetables and cook; Many little girls use me as a mirror and comb my hair every day. Then, they go home to school. Then Ye Jie threw herself into my arms and made me wear yellow clothes.
In winter, I freeze my body and put on white clothes. Some children tried the hardness of the ice, put on skates and slipped on me. Of course, they fell down sometimes, but they all got up happily and continued to slide forward. I am a children's playground, and children's colorful clothes put flowers on me.
However, no friends have come to see me in recent years, only small fish and shrimp still live here. That's because people's living conditions are better now. Every family has running water and washing machines, and there is an ice rink in the park. Who else will think of me?
I'm sick. Every day, someone dumps garbage on me and dyes me black. It is strange that I am not sick! Moreover, even my only friend left me. Frogs moved, shrimps swam away, and small fish were killed by acid rain falling from the sky. A few days ago, something made my illness worse. On that day, two people came to me to point fingers. One said, "Fill this river, it stinks and is dirty here, which affects the city appearance." "good!" Another said. At that time, I felt that the voice was very familiar. I looked up and got a fright. Isn't that the tiger doll and the sunny wind who used to skate and draw water on me and tell me interesting things about school and say that they would dress me up more beautifully? Now they are all great designers.
Now, I know, I can't trust humans too much. Man, please stop destroying the environment! You will lose a lot of things like this. My aunt Haimen River is a good example. I want to shout loudly: human beings, please stop pollution!
Rivers in spring
There is a beautiful river in my hometown. It is beautiful all year round, but I prefer the river in spring.
This year, the spring rain awakened the rivers and the earth. Sister Liu combed her long and soft braid; Xiaocao's younger brother sprouted; Sister Xiaohua smiled. They knitted a silver belt for the earth.
The river in spring is very charming. Xiaohei is a little girl. Every ripple on the river is a soft hair, which feels soft and smooth. He fluttered countless petals, decorated his hair, and dressed himself up as a girl to meet Sister Chun.
Rivers in spring are naughty. It is a little imitator, and the snow-white waves beat the rhythmic drums. At that moment, the sound of small water waves sounded like a tractor ringing in the field. Sudden and heavy underwater sound, like talking to wheat seedlings in the field; Ding Dongsheng, who hit the reef on the shore, is urging the farmer's uncle to plow!
More expensive than gold, Chunjiang!
Brighter than silver, the river of spring!
Grab a handful and have a drink, and let this sweet river fill our hearts with wine glasses.
The Yellow River in My Heart
In my memory, you are so magnificent, starting from the northern foot of Bayan Kara, with thousands of streams and waters along the way. You are mighty and tortuous, heading for the coast of the Yellow Sea, like a golden steel dragon, lying across the vast land in the north of China.
Looking back, looking back, my thoughts unconsciously rushed to ancient times. In that distant ancient time, the natural environment around you was so superior. At that time, your climate was warm and humid, the soil was fertile and soft, there were green mountains and green waters everywhere, and the scenery was beautiful. There are countless kinds of animals and plants. In the primeval forest that covers the sky, tigers wear mang forests, wild elephants flock, eagles strike the sky and fish swim in shallow water. Wildflowers from all over the mountains are blooming and colorful, like a colorful carpet, covering Shan Ye, just like a fairyland on earth and a paradise. With such unique natural conditions, you naturally gave birth to a long and splendid Chinese civilization.
In these five thousand years of ups and downs, how many heroic stories are staged around you. Qin Huang Hanwu, Wen Tao Wu Lue; Song zu, tong. No matter what great achievements they have made, they all grew up drinking the water of the Yellow River, and the future can only be achieved by the water of the Yellow River. Poet Li Bai praised you with passionate and heroic poems: "You don't see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and entered the ocean, which is gone forever." "The Yellow River with nine twists and turns, Wan Li sand, stormy waves, and heaven remains our neighbourhood." It serves to show that you are swallowing mountains and rivers and thundering. Ah, the Yellow River, how many natural and spectacular scenery you have created: "The desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen". With the strength of thousands of troops, you shed the Wan Li River and crossed the Woye Ningxia Plain, forming the border between "Ningxia in Huang Hefu" and "Jiangnan" and a land of abundance.
In the ups and downs of more than 5,000 years, the war in the north and the millions of lions in the south fought on the land of the Central Plains. The Chinese nation has lived in the shadow of swords for nearly five thousand years. One generation of civilization was subverted, and another generation of civilization appeared one after another. In this way, the Chinese nation has gradually grown. With their infinite wisdom, Chinese children resist foreign aggression and are rarely bullied. You see all this in your eyes and remember it in your heart, just as you are used to the autumn moon and spring breeze. However, in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, full of flames and smoke, Chinese sons and daughters were bullied and killed by foreigners. Perhaps, in these thousands of years, you have never seen children in China shed so much blood and tears. You growled, you growled like never before; You cut off the flow, and you have a cut off that you have never seen before. Looking at the two sides of the strait, Qingshan is still there; Looking up at the sky, a few rays of sunset red. However, today you are full of holes and the wind and sand are rolling. Time and tide wait for no man, maybe time has the power to pass by, but you have great and powerful spiritual strength to inspire Chinese children.
Today, the Chinese nation, which has experienced thousands of years of storms, is moving forward at an unprecedented speed to the world. Ah, the Yellow River, you have selflessly bred the great Chinese nation, which can't be measured by economic value. The Chinese people will always be grateful to you. I promise, when the desert becomes an oasis and the bare land becomes a green hill, that will be the day when your clear water will flow eastward again.