Life is like a song, high or low, or sad, because it is honest, it becomes sweet.
Life is picturesque, or bright, or dim, or simple and elegant, because it is honest, it becomes beautiful. -"Integrity"
Will you despise the coconut grove sea breeze in the south because you love the snow in the north? Will you deny the beauty of "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen" in the northwest because you are addicted to the small bridges and flowing water and the blue tiles and white walls in the south of the Yangtze River? Will you not read the classic Dream of Red Mansions because you care about Lin Daiyu's "temper"? Will you be tired of "boring" classical music because you love pop music?
-"The Balance of the Heart"
Just like dark clouds can never hide the sun, just like a trickle always listens to the direction of the river, just like the rudder always controls the sails, smart people won't let hatred cover their eyes, so there are Ban Chao who was framed but didn't publish personal grievances, who recommended Di Renjie's building ethics without remembering personal grievances, and the tragic situation that a female teacher in Shanghai personally sent her only son to prison, which was precisely to create revenge for killing her husband and was killed by her only son.
I love you, but if you ride an evil black horse, I will also cut the rope on the cable bridge. I hate you, but if you carry the sword of justice, I will put down the drawbridge and let you pass. I hope there will be more awe, more tolerance, more integrity and more bridge people in my life. -"Cut the rope with a knife and build a bridge to cross people"
"Famous mountains and rivers, small bridges and flowing water are pleasing to the eye; Cicadas sing insects, and wind and rain can make people happy; The waves rise from the clouds, the tides rise and fall, and the stars move, which can make people think deeply; Precious antiques, poems, calligraphy and painting can be enjoyable. " This colorful thing gives us the most intuitive cognition.
High mountains and flowing water, the end of the world is adjacent, touched our bosom friend; Take Qi Mei as an example, we are moved by our lover. Family happiness brings warmth to our family. Isn't this an emotional experience?
Sigri, a contemporary English poet, once wrote an immortal swan song "I have a tiger sniffing a rose in my heart". This shows that people have two sides: sensibility and rationality. Emotion is emotional, and cognition of things is rational. Strolling from the source of history to modern times, we humans have interpreted a touching philosophy of life between sensibility and rationality.
What used to be the voice of Confucian masters thousands of years ago has become worthless in intrigue and intrigue. It used to be the code of conduct adhered to by countless well-read people all their lives, and it used to be the coat for sinister people to thrive. It's so simple that even a babbling child can say its name. It's too complicated, so complicated that some people lose it without regrets. ]
This is honesty ...-the call of the Millennium.
Kao always asks about wills, tortures conscience, and tortures your life principles. How long can you last?
The naive child said, "the choice of soul is as simple as the assistant aunt sending back the wrong change." The young man who first entered the world said: "The choice of the soul is to be indifferent to the high-ranking officials and use the iron will." The old man in his twilight years said, "The choice of the soul is to try to help his former competitor's tolerance when he is down and out."
In the remote wild times, when the limited food of tribal leaders was distributed among tribes according to their age, civilization and law joined hands from bottom to top to enter the history of human reproduction; When code of hammurabi is established, when the haze of war obscures the glory of civilization, and when human beings once again move from war and disorder to peace and gentle care, civilization will last forever and the rules will not die! -"rules"
There is a diamond-white star shining in the deep blue sky? morning star
In the evening, the barking of birds hovers in the evening sky. There is also a toad cry like a ball, like a bubble floating on a pond.
The moonlit night by the sea is beautiful and quiet, and only the sound of "rushing" waves can be heard in my ears; The breeze gently brushed the face, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
On a cold night, the half moon hangs obliquely and the stars twinkle.
On a beautiful starry night, there is not a cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky is full of diamond-like stars.
The cool wind blows my face through the window, so I can't sleep in bed. Through the window, in the dark night sky, a few sparse stars hide there shyly and peek at the world.
The street lamp is on, and the bright snowflakes are flashing in the light and shadow, like groups of white moths.
Just like someone holding a candle carefully, the white star appeared in the sky and flickered quietly.
Naughty little stars draw a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a weaver girl throwing a brocade thread.
The sunset is like a big red and ripe apple, hanging high on the branches and full of gorgeous colors.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.
The burning sun tore the skin of the earth.
Today, the sun is like fire, and cicadas are singing.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe ears of grain were so hot that they bent down and bowed their heads. Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, making a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields and among the reeds on the shore.
In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
The weather in July, the sun is poisonous, making people sweat.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.
The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.
The burning sun tore the skin of the earth.
Today, the sun is like fire, and cicadas are singing.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe ears of grain were so hot that they bent down and bowed their heads. Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, making a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields and among the reeds on the shore.
In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
The weather in July, the sun is poisonous, making people sweat.
When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves.
The rice is ripe. Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year.
The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling. The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power.
Huang Chengcheng's ears of rice are hung with heavy heads, cotton peaches are like small trees, and full of tidbits are like eggs. Ah, not rice fields, but an ocean of gold; Not a cotton field, but a world of silver.
The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covering the moonlight, seems to be a wisp of light smoke in the field, as if falling into a dream. After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the fields disappeared, and the water was as clear as light, washing the soft autumn night.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.
On a cool and sunny autumn night, the bright red Mars in the starry sky adds a lot of luster and interest to us. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars rises from the horizon in the southeast. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky. No matter where you are, it is easy to find it.
In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fall from the dark sky. At the moment, mountains, rivers, fields and villages are all covered with snow.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Xiaoyun became a thick white cloud, slowly rising, expanding and gradually covering the sky. It is snowing lightly. Suddenly, a large piece of snow fell. The wind roared and the snowstorm came. In an instant, the dark sky merged with Xue Hai, and everything was out of sight.
The climate on the plateau is really unpredictable. Sometimes happy, sometimes angry; Sometimes it's windy, sometimes it's calm and motionless.
Spring on the plateau is as short as a rabbit's tail and fleeting.
Snow, I love you, and I love your purity. You decorated the earth with silvery white, and how beautifully you dressed it.
The peaks on both sides of the strait are changing in various interesting postures: sometimes like a floating fairy, sometimes like an old man leaning on a stick, sometimes like an ape offering peaches, and sometimes like a runaway wild horse.
There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.
The full moon, like a yellow lantern, is stirred in the sky from the eastern horizon.