Talking about the past and present, looking forward to the future, how many heroes there are; Looking at the Yellow River overlooking the Yangtze River, thousands of troops went straight to Ma Benteng; In The History of the Three Kingdoms Recalling Red Cliff, the brave must fight for it. Cherish not being a leader, so I am confused ...-Inscription
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. Feather fan black silk scarf, talking and laughing, turned to ashes ... life is like a dream, a bottle still has a month.
Yes, Su Shi's poem "Red Cliff Nostalgia" condensed the essence of the flavor of the Three Kingdoms. With majestic, broad-minded, bold, fluent words and unique perspective, it all praises the heroic style in the history of the Three Kingdoms, giving people a heroic tone.
Show the world.
Zhou Lang is a gifted scholar, brave and resourceful, and the commander-in-chief of the navy. However, due to superior technology, it fell short and was miscalculated by Kong Ming. After all, he vomited blood and died, leaving only endless regrets and empty ambitions for future generations.
Cao Cao was slandered as a "traitor in troubled times" by later generations, but unfortunately he died young, failed to claim the title of emperor as he wished, and finally died with regret. He who sees through the world of mortals is hard, and time waits for no man!
Wearing a black silk scarf and holding a feather fan, Zhou Yu was extremely angry. Even on his deathbed, he did not forget to help the late master scare away Fu's hordes, but he was jealous of talents and made him white-haired early.
The sky is gray and the wilderness is vast. The heroes of the Three Kingdoms are all confused, but they don't care about each other, so they are confused. ...
When I was a child, I was always fascinated by my grandmother's singing, with a little simplicity, a few freshness and a strong local accent. I couldn't get enough of it. Just like a new jar of old wine, it is fragrant and sweet and irreplaceable.
Most of the songs were about the moon, and I was still ignorant at that time. The song that lingers in my ears makes me full of longing and curiosity about the moon, and I vaguely feel that the moon always seems to have an uncovered veil. I feel rich happiness from my grandmother's songs.
Grandma hasn't read many books, but she describes the image of the bright moon just right. Grandma said that on the moon, a child was drawing water by the spring. It is said that the water in the spring's eyes is holy water, which can cure eye diseases, and children take pains to draw water just to cure their mother's eye diseases. When I feel moved, I always look at the moon and the child in the sky with my chin in my hand, but I always look through the moon but I can't see the child clearly. So that expectation went further, and my curiosity about magic increased day by day.
I've been away from my grandmother for almost three years now, and I haven't seen much. My thoughts about grandma have taken root in my heart. Accustomed to the noise and luxury of the city, I miss the natural customs of the countryside more. I think of lying on the haystack in my hometown, playing with a straw in my hand, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through my fingers, and only insects chirping in my ears. The quiet night is simple and simple. The moonlight is not stingy, and the silver halo is sprinkled in every corner of the earth. I like the color of the moon. It is said to be the color of unicorn blood, splashed a little. The clear sky in the distance is dreamy against the moonlight. . . . . .
The world is full of light, and the moonlight like water is also unscrupulously sprinkled on me. She crosses the sky, shines on celebrities and gentlemen in the world, and embraces ordinary people like me. Yes, Li Bai's "I'm awake, and the twilight of the low moon is on the rafters, like your face, still floating in the air" is good, Wang Wei's "Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream" is elegant, and Su Shi's "When will the bright moon come, ask the heaven for wine" is unrestrained, and the famous sentence has been passed down through the ages and become a household name, just like this.
Later, on an unforgettable day, I forgot who I knew. The moon was just a lifeless star, and I was disappointed. But at the beginning of the bright moon, I still leaned over the window and stared at the moon and the child who was drawing water. The moon is as beautiful as ever. Beside the straw pile, grandma is still telling me about the sacred moon in my heart. Listening to grandma's story, looking at the moon, the child is still there, the well is still there, and the dream is still there. Even if they will disappear one day, no, they won't. Their beauty and mystery have already left an indelible mark on my innocent heart, and they have long been my hope.
On a quiet summer night, the bright moon in the sky is getting more and more beautiful. I often think of the moon and feel disappointed. The moon, near, looked up and asked, "Moon, how are you?" The moon has become more elegant and simple, as if it were an independent masterpiece. Even Ma Liang's magic pen can't draw such bright colors. Half-rolled embroidered curtains, sultry guqin and fragrant teas dance lightly with the moonlight. Looking at the moon, smiling indifferently, I was happy when I was a child, and I hope the scenery of the moon will reappear in front of me. . . . . .
Last month, I passed a dream.
I love autumn very much, and the fallen leaves fall one after another, and the sunset renders the sound of geese; The autumn wind reveals the coolness of the soft net ... and I can't extricate myself from it.
I have always loved those bleak pictures. A boulevard is covered with thick dead leaves, and the trees on the roadside are still stuck with endless life. A girl, dragging a red dance skirt, sang softly, quietly and quietly. This constant autumn always leaves people with the warmth of tears.
That golden autumn was a silent dream.
I began to forget how the new branches germinated in early spring, how the lotus flowers emerged from the mud in summer without being contaminated, and the tenacity of plum blossoms covered with snow in winter left a mark in the depths of my brain, which was the yellow color of autumn.
Those flowers that have been waiting for life stretch their essential beauty. However, God's care is limited, which makes time dilute the charm of trying to explore. It can't see their efforts, the gentle dance of their lives, and the tears they shed. Everything stays in this red season, and the unspeakable silence is fixed. However, I think life is gone, mourning in this sunset. It turns out that the fallen leaves are still contributing, longing for life to continue into the dark soil, for what?
Their dreams never stopped. Autumn wind blows the rustling leaves, accompanied by the girl's red dance skirt fluttering gently, and the notes slide and rise with the static petals. The boulevard is not only the girl's back, but also countless passers-by, boys, family, friends and teachers, all decorated with her songs. Those rhymes are not the sadness of autumn, but the joy and happiness of a budding dream.
I can't see her expression, but from her beautiful lyric melody, I vaguely see that dream and reality are approaching. What is hidden in the golden autumn will be brewed in winter, brewing surprises that spring is competing to bloom!
Everything is better and happier in the interweaving of broken flowers and fallen leaves.
See the light at the end of the tunnel
Like a ripple on a calm lake, like a meteor across a quiet night sky, like a beautiful flower blooming among messy thorns.
The fate of life is always like a green vine. I don't know when lovely buds will bloom on the way to climb.
In fact, life is like this. When there is no way out, anyone can reap the surprise of "another village" "I will walk until the water checks my path, and then sit and watch the rising clouds" is an appropriate description of Wang Wei's poetic life. Wang Wei ran back and forth between the two, but found spiritual comfort in the mountains and rivers.
Crossing the clear spring in the lower reaches of the bright moon, experiencing the boulder under the pine tree and enjoying the life that is not served by me. A At the end of my tether, I lay down at will, but I found another quiet and leisurely village in my heart, Yun Qi, where the clouds fell and drifted away. The bright moon lit up his heart and warmed ours.
Zheng Chouyu said, "My horseshoe is a beautiful mistake. I am not a passer-by, just a passer-by. " What a bleak scene everywhere, but think again, is the girl's passionate heart wrong and beautiful?
Just like Dalton, when he found his mistake in understanding red and blue, he developed color blindness and filled the medical gap. Just like Tadao Ando, he found a business opportunity in the Lamian Noodles stall and created the first package of instant noodles in the world. Just like Jolly, after making the mistake of dropping lamp oil on ironing clothes, he invented dry cleaning agent. Isn't it said that desperate situations often lead to life, and a wrong beginning can often promote success?
Whether it is Wang Wei or Zheng Chouyu, whether it is Dalton or Jolly, can't they reap the surprise of "another village" when there is no way out?
On second thought, we can show our love for the scenery, and if we look at the one on the left, we can know that Dalton and Jolly have discovered new knowledge and achieved success, so we can make a living in despair.
In life, there are always such beautiful mistakes and boundaries, however, beautiful mistakes are our baskets of joy; Difficulties are the cornerstone of our success. Let's draw a magnificent arc in the quiet sky like swans flying in the sky. In the face of mistakes and difficulties, I thought about it and harvested the surprise of "another village"!
Looking for coffee beans in life
When you stand on a high mountain overlooking the earth, are you admiring its grandeur or feeling the domineering spirit of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky."? When you face the boundless sea, do you appreciate its infinity, or do you find a tolerant mind of "all rivers run into the sea, and tolerance is great"; When you see autumn leaves falling one after another, do you feel sad for their withering, or do you learn the dedication of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning it into spring mud to protect flowers"
The world is so wonderful and life is so colorful. See if you can appreciate the true meaning of life and find the ubiquitous truth, success and proverbs.
A father gave his daughter an experiment: he boiled a fragile egg in water, and when the water boiled, he got a tough egg. Then the hard carrots are boiled in water, but the soft carrots are obtained. Finally, he boiled the hard and unpalatable coffee beans in water, but they got a cup of delicious and memorable coffee. The father told his daughter this way: "Life is like this plain boiled water, which is plain and unremarkable, but when you experience and discover the truth, life will become colorful, not monotonous, but full of opportunities and fun."
Indeed, there are too many things worth learning, discovering and using in life. It's like a stepping stone to your success.
Wang Bo learned from life that "it is better to grow old when you are strong; Your firm belief that you are poor and strong, and you will not fall into the blue sky; Su Dongpo realized from his life that "ephemera is like a drop in the ocean". From life, Li Bai realized the optimistic attitude that "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea".
The ancients saw the bright spot of life, learned from it and won valuable wealth for life.
When we encounter difficulties, don't be discouraged and don't escape, but pursue what we can get around us, get ourselves out of the predicament and realize the value of life.
Just like Dalton, Ando and Jori, they are good at discovering the truth in life and using it for themselves, and will eventually achieve their own careers.
Life is a hidden treasure, which depends on whether you can find it and make full use of it; Life is the golden key in that pile of keys, depending on whether you can find it and open the door to success; Life is boiled water and coffee beans, and it depends on whether you can make mellow and memorable coffee with them.
Happy for you.
There is no trace of birds in the sky, but I have flown. "I think Tagore's sentence should be the best interpretation of the meaning of growth: I am painful and confused, and I am entangled in nightmares every night; Now, everything has passed and turned into a long narrative poem of suffering. Only tearful smile memories are left, just like the feelings of hanging on the ancient battlefield, and the smoke clears, leaving only the desolation of broken walls.
Someone once said, "A teenager doesn't know what it's like to worry, but he falls in love with the floor." Who can understand that teenagers are also sad and helpless? Some people understand that no one has never been a teenager. Just maybe, after the worst years passed, it gradually sank into glitz and was gradually forgotten.
God will send a great mission to Sri Lanka. Only after fatigue, nervous spirit and hungry body and skin can people be perfect. Growth is a process of self-improvement, in which the pain and hesitation are self-evident. The wheat field grows crazily towards the sun because of anger, and the more lush it is, the deeper the shadow is.
But I am happy because of growth, because growth is not only a process, but also a result.
I used to care too much about the past and worry too much about the future, which ruined the present. I always tell myself that I am "walking away", and if I do nothing, I will be drowned by the torrent of history. Zeng was full of pride and shouted in his heart that all mankind should pay tribute to this five-star red flag ... The snowball in his heart grew bigger and bigger, and finally became overwhelmed, and all his ideals and ambitions collapsed at the moment beyond his psychological endurance. So the pain came, the hesitation came, and the nightmare came unexpectedly. Time began to waste, and I traded my life for pain.
Growth ... Next, growth. Maybe all this is actually growth.
The ending is a conventional ending: the whole world has become clear since then, and I am happy because of it. Nevertheless, I still want to tell you my growing experience, speak it out loud, and tell you proudly and loudly like a few treasures: maybe I am disappointed with the social atmosphere, maybe I doubt my ability, maybe I am disgusted with interpersonal relationships. Everyone should do one thing: accept yourself and be kind to others.
This was taught to us in the ideological and moral class a long time ago. But it takes a long time to really understand. Happy, yes. Who says happiness must be laughed out loud and let the whole world know? For me, happiness is inner peace and beauty. It was a safe sleep away from pain. When I woke up, I prayed loudly: Please give me courage to change what I can; Please give me peace and let me accept the unchangeable; Please give me wisdom to distinguish the two.
Grow up and be happy because of you.
I have books with me.
In my spare time, I like to stay in my own land in Xiaotian, sit by the window, hold a cup of fragrant tea, smell the faint fragrance of tea, hold a roll of books, and wander freely in the world and ocean of books, making myself intoxicated and happy!
The world in books is beautiful, and the world without books is unimaginable. The ancients have long recognized this point: "There is a golden house hidden in the book, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, there are thousands of cups of millet in the book, and there are thousands of chariots and horses in the book." Now, although we dare not prove this, there is no doubt that books have brought us endless benefits. This faint book fragrance is the culture of the Chinese nation for thousands of years.
I like to visit the world in this book. Here, I can travel around the world through the past and the present. "A deep sigh hides my tears, lamenting how difficult people's livelihood is ... The road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward, and Xiu Yuan is Xi, and I will go up and down."
It's Qu Yuan! How can you not be sorry for your patriotic feelings and your earth-shattering loyalty and integrity? "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those who have high status and high positions? They will never tolerate others showing them a sincere face! " Li Bai is here! Uncontrollable, wild and unruly, worthy of a generation of poetic immortals! "I walked quietly, just as I came gently. I waved my sleeves without taking away a cloud. " Xu Zhimo is here, and the touching love can't help but make people feel cold. "This is how one should spend one's life ..." Here comes Paul! Is this how your iron will is tempered? "If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence!" Lu Xun is here! You can stab the enemy's heart with a nib sharper than a bayonet! How many benevolent patriots have been awakened! There are also the kind bell ringer in Notre Dame de Paris, the beautiful love between Baoyu and Daiyu in A Dream of Red Mansions, Robinson Crusoe on a Desert Island, and many other literary works.
Learning books, let me draw rich nutrients from the middle level, broaden my horizons and enhance my spiritual realm.
Looking back on my childhood, I was interested in books at that time, but I often came into contact with fairy tales and story books. I only remember that I always liked the characters in the book and worried about their worries. When I grow up, I secretly go to the bookstore to read books, but there are not many such opportunities. The people in the bookstore are very smart, but they will see through me several times and "sweep me out". Looking back now, I can't help laughing. At that time, my interest in books was cultivated, which allowed me to grow up safely in an environment immersed in books and formed an indissoluble bond with it.
Someone once said, "Reading is to nourish the spirit." All good books are fragrant. If you read them carefully, you can appreciate the fragrance. If you inhale it into your internal organs, you can not only expel waste gas, but also wash your mind. Your body and mind seem to be immersed in this fragrance, and your spirit will be completely new. In this way, we should also read good books, keep good spirits, immerse ourselves in the flood of books, and let them cultivate our minds, our hearts and our spirits!
In the warm sunshine and faint tea fragrance, I seem to see waves of fragrance floating out of it, farther and farther away, swirling and lingering. ...