Original text: Have you ever envied Dongpo’s life? Yes, he enjoyed traveling around Red Cliff, drinking in the mountains and forests drunkenly, and writing passionate words that will last forever. However, have you seen the scars in his heart? As a human being, he shouldered the expectations of becoming a general, becoming a prime minister, and having a wife as his wife, but he was demoted one after another. Have you seen his injustice, his depression, his pain, and his helplessness?
Yes, you ignored the pain in Su Shi's life and only saw his aura, the respect and praise of the world for him, so you envied his life, and hated the paleness of your own life. tedious. When did you know how to appreciate yourself and smell the fragrance of gardenias beside the window lattice?
Imitation: Have you ever envied Tao Yuanming’s life? Yes, he lived in seclusion in the countryside, sipping country wine and watching the cold chrysanthemums in the wind. He lived so freely and freely! However, do you feel the helplessness in his heart? He also had ambitions to help others, but he could not put them into practice. In that dark era, there was no room for such a strong Wei and Jin character, so he chose to be born out of endless helplessness. His helplessness, his anxiety, his pain, do you understand?
Yes, you have never seen it. You only smell the fragrance of the chrysanthemums in front of Mr. Wuliu’s house. You are only intoxicated by the mountains and rivers of Nanshan. So you envy their lives and at the same time complain about the anxiety and fatigue of your own life. . When did you know how to face the joy of your life and smell the fragrance of gardenias beside the window lattice?
The season when chrysanthemums are fragrant.
When the refreshing autumn wind blows the sky higher and farther, when the strange children see the last south flying goose, when the green leaves on the branches change. The flowers are orange-yellow, and when a little bit of acidity has grown on the branches, it's the time when the chrysanthemums are fragrant again.
Ju Zhidan
"Bang, bang, bang..." Did you hear the crisp sound of iron? The breeze blows and suppresses the strong muscles exuding the breath of life, and the raging fire cultivates the noble sentiments. Jikang, the hero of this era and the talented people of this area, lives here as a blacksmith, and everyone Likewise, you have high expectations for him, but do you dare to persuade him to become an official? Have you forgotten "The Book of Breaking Diplomacy with Shan Tao"? Those sonorous words have declared to everyone his disdain for the official career. Let him be himself and let the "Seven Sages in the Bamboo Grove" forever live a life of "singing under the Yexia", "drinking in the bamboo forest", "sipping water in the winding water", " In the life of "picking chrysanthemums in Nanshan", don't let the filth of the world cover the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums.
Chrysanthemum Pride
Can you still remember the old Zhuangzi who ignored the state of Chu and still decided to "trail on the road"? This noble layman, whose "heart is as clear as autumn water" and whose body is like an untied boat, has world-class talents, but he has never surrendered to the powerful and powerful, and has lived a life of poverty and poverty all his life. Do you also want to persuade him to join the world? I hope he can do great things for the motherland, society and the people. Yes, everyone hopes so. However, Zhuangzi thinks that he is a tree, a tree that defends the moon of the soul. If you insist on pulling it up and planting it in the dirty soil of society, it will wither and die immediately, so let him live forever. Let's make a tree on the ground, and there will be a proud chrysanthemum accompanying him.
The Sorrow of the Chrysanthemum
"The world is overwhelming with all its strength, but the times are unfavorable and the charm is not gone. What can be done if the charm is not gone, what can Yu Ji and Yu Ji do?", in the face of the turbulent When facing the villagers and elders on the other side of the river, a generation of overlords could not help weeping their clothes. The river has taken on other people's surnames, and the beauty has committed suicide in her arms. Should she escape by boat and regroup, or should she throw herself into the Wu River and "die like a ghost"? If you were next to King Xiang, would you advise him to "keep the green hills there, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood"? The elders in Jiangdong also expected King Xiang to endure the humiliation and bear the burden. Maybe history would be rewritten because of this. However, King Xiang finally chose to throw himself into the river and die. He believed that he should die with dignity. He believed that that was his heroic nature and the life of a chrysanthemum. The form has withered, but the fragrance of the flowers remains forever.
Perhaps this is the true meaning of life. No matter what others expect, you should pursue what you think is right unremittingly, pursue freedom, pursue nobility, pursue the dignity of life, pursue the true nature of a hero, put aside the expectations of others, and put aside the expectations of others. Let go of the dissuasion of others and move towards your own understanding.
When the crisp sound of iron strikes comes from the distance, when the ancient roc spreads its wings and is about to fly, and when the surging Wujiang River roars to the sky, it is the season of fragrant chrysanthemums again.
Late summer and early autumn
After a scorching summer, a heavy rain finally came. On the first night before the beginning of autumn, there was a burst of thunder and lightning and heavy rain. After that, the heat that had accumulated all summer quickly dissipated, and a cool breeze blew in. Taking a breath into the wind was like eating a ginseng fruit, and there was an indescribable iron patch all over the body.
My friend came back from a distant place, and we spent a summer vacation with her like we were studying. We climbed mountains in the early morning to watch the sunrise, went to shopping malls and bookstores under the scorching sun during the day, and walked to the South Gate at night. The spicy snails in Qiaotou were so sweaty that when they parted, they were laughing and talking to each other, and both of them sighed: How come this summer has gone by so fast!
The sky is very blue. Even in the city, the field of vision feels wider than before, and the square looks particularly empty and quiet. In the cool breeze, people strolling leisurely and calmly on the street. superior.
Walking through the tree-lined path, the rain last night had blown down some fallen leaves. I picked up a piece and sandwiched it between the pages of the book. I looked at the lamp at night and saw the green veins on the wet fallen leaves. , without any browning, added some shock to my thoughts.
I once wrote in the personal introduction of the pond after the rain: listen to the voice of the heart in autumn and enjoy the maturity and tranquility of the heart. Whispering about autumn, I originally thought that only by stepping on the withered yellow leaves in the sky and listening to the distant echoes when the leaves touch the earth can I appreciate the charm of life's transformation and maturity. Unexpectedly, in this fallen leaf in early autumn, The green flowing endless life clearly makes me feel a persistent shock.
In early autumn, if you pick up a fallen leaf and know that autumn is like this, you will no longer feel sad alone in the "borderless rustling of fallen leaves" and "the accumulation of yellow flowers on the ground". The girl who had a pretentious face when she was young, shaking her head and singing Hou Dejian's "Only after thirty will you realize that what is supposed to come will come sooner or later". After a long period of time, she sometimes cheered herself up and sometimes made herself happy. In the realization of lonely ideals, some unknown pains have been turned into perseverance, and I also know how to say that it has been cold for a long time.
At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, standing on the bank of the long river of time, at the corner of the changing seasons, I feel calm and understand that what I want to do at this moment is just to send a ray of wind from summer and a leaf of autumn. !