On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is the running water of the pulse (mi), which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; Light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
Therefore, the demon (Yu An) is female, and she is eager to row; The snipe (y √) makes the first Xu Hui and passes the feather cup; Zhào can move, but algae can hang, and the ship can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After the spring in long summer, the young leaves blossom early, and they are afraid to touch the petticoats when laughing, but afraid to tilt the boat when picking (jū).
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan.
Bing Xin is talking about life.
I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.
Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He twists and turns between the cliffs, washes down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, and rolls away with rolling sand and stones, happy and brave, enjoying everything that happened to him along the way:
Sometimes, when he meets the front resistance of the rock, he rushes up angrily and roars, and the ups and downs of the front wave and the back wave urge him. It was not until he passed and rushed down the dangerous cliff that he washed away calmly. Sometimes, he walks through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset and sees the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently.
Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily confused and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it just gave him a lot of new strength.
Sometimes the sunset glow and the new moon shine on him and project on him, with a touch of warmth in the cold: at this moment, he just wants to rest and sleep, but the force of progress still urges him to move forward. ...
Finally, one day, he saw the distant sea, oh! He has reached the end of his trip. The sea made him hold his breath and bowed his head. How vast and great she is! How bright and dark! The sea solemnly extended its arms to receive him, and he silently flowed into her arms. He melted, naturalized, unhappy and not sad!
Maybe one day, he will rise from the rain on the sea, fly to the west, re-form a river, then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then look for peach blossoms on the shore. However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I dare not believe the afterlife!
Life is like a small tree, which gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the snow and ice, and bravely and happily emerges from the wet soil in early spring. He may grow on the plains, on rocks and on city walls. Just look up at the sky, oh! I saw it. Oh, my God! He spread his young leaves, absorbed the air, endured the sunshine, sang in the rain and danced in the wind.
He may be shaded by the shade of a big tree, or he may be under the weight of the big tree, but the power of his youth growth finally made him break through the branches and leaves and stand up in the hot sun! When he meets luxurious spring, he may be full of flowers, bees and butterflies flying around him, birds singing heartily on his branches, he will hear orioles singing, cuckoos crying blood, and maybe he will hear the strange calls of owls.
He grew to the most lush middle age. He spread his thick shade like a cover to cover the flowers and plants under the tree. He produced countless fruits to show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind began, blowing his leaves from dark green to deep red. In the autumn sunshine, he will have another solemn glory, not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success!
Finally, one day, the north wind in winter rolled off his yellow leaves and shook them. He danced feebly in the air and groaned under the roots. The earth solemnly extended its arms to accept him, and he silently threw himself into her arms. He was melted and naturalized. He is not happy or sad!
Maybe one day, he broke out from the underground nuts again. I grew into a small tree, and then I went through the dense forest to listen to the singing of orioles. However, I dare not say or believe in the afterlife.
The universe is a big life, and we are a breath in the cosmic atmosphere. The river flows into the sea and leaves take root. We are a leaf in a big life and a drop in a big life. In the great life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, the activities of one drop and one leaf synthesize the evolution and operation of the whole universe. Remember: not every river can enter the sea, and those that don't flow will become dead lakes; Not every seed can become a tree, and those that don't grow will become empty shells! Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain complement each other. It means that waterways have to pass through different banks, and trees have to pass through ever-changing seasons. We should thank life in happiness and also in pain. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. I once read a proverb that said, "May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful evening".
Life is wonderful because of setbacks.
In this life school, frustration is a compulsory course.
This course has increased our courage; Strengthened our will; It strengthens our faith and makes us stronger, braver and more optimistic ... I have such personal experience.
I like folk music and pipa. When I first learned, I encountered many setbacks, big and small. These setbacks almost crushed me, and I was ready to give up the pipa. When I was disheartened, a successful performance on the stage made me well received by many people.
I smiled, this success made me understand the beauty of setbacks, and understood that if there were no setbacks in life, life would be as dull as a glass of boiled water; If there are no setbacks in life, like an endless desert without any ups and downs, what is the meaning of life?
Perhaps, you are still shaking your head, and these words can't convince you, so please look at Beethoven. Beethoven was deaf in both ears. You know, musicians lose their hearing just like drivers lose their eyes. However, he endured the pain, inspired himself with the words "I will hold my fate by the throat and never let it make me yield", and continued to struggle in the field of music. He created the immortal Ninth Symphony ... which not only made his life have a wonderful melody, but also brought a wonderful feeling of life and beauty to people who like music all over the world.
Sima Qian wrote historical records in prison; Wu Cheng'en suffered many setbacks in the imperial examination, but he didn't give up and wrote The Journey to the West. Pu Songling, who was frustrated all his life and lived in poverty, created China's famous collection of short stories in classical Chinese, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. Under the persecution of the dark forces, Lu Xun can still write household names "Wandering" and "Scream" ... and ostrovsky, who is completely paralyzed, and his "How Steel was Tempered"; Paalmann, the violin prince who was disabled for life because of polio. ...
These living examples are presented to you. Do you still shake your head? Do you still think that setbacks are just obstacles to your progress?
In fact, life is like the sea, and setbacks are like waves in the sea, giving the sea grandeur and mystery; Life is like the blue sky, and setbacks are like white clouds in the blue sky, dotted with stars, but full of the sky; Life is like a blank sheet of paper, frustration is like a brush, which paints a beautiful picture for this blank sheet of life; Life is a sport, frustration is a beating note and a beautiful movement. ...
If you choose blue sky, don't long for sunny weather; If you choose land, don't long for a flat continent; If you choose the ocean, don't rush to be smooth sailing. Let's face setbacks bravely, and life will be more exciting because of setbacks!
Xue Luxun
The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into an inconspicuous crystal shape; The continuous sunny days made him want to know what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded.
The snowflakes in the north, flying around, will always be like powder and sand, never sticking together, and will retreat on the house, on the ground and on the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has faded because of the warmth of the fire in the house. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously, shining brightly in the sun, like a fog with flames, spinning and rising, permeating space; Let the space rotate, rise and twinkle.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of rain is spinning and rising. ...
Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain, the soul of rain.
There is no applause.
Life without applause is like a path without flowers.
The field of life often begins like this: friends cheer on both sides and relatives pay attention behind. Most of us grew up in the praise and applause of friends and relatives, which is the source of happiness in our growth.
However, since we have to move forward, one day we will stay away from the cries of friends and walk out of the sight of our loved ones. When life is alone in the wilderness, can it bear the suffering of loneliness and pain?
Even after your faltering figure, there are countless slanders and taunts. Can you hold on? The beach can let the turbulent waves recede peacefully, leaving some pearls and shells because it is open and wide.
How can those who are only used to the prosperous spring spend the withered winter? How can those who are embraced and cheered by the stars like the moon accumulate a confident and calm life atmosphere in difficulties without being lonely and ignored?
Loneliness and pain test the elasticity of life and make people feel the hardness of life and the resilience of spirit more truly. The greatest value of our life is gained in this tolerance and patience, not measured by the applause of others.
Cheering is people's sincere praise for those people and things that shine with the light of truth, goodness and beauty, and it is people's inner response to the highlights of human nature. Sincere applause is indeed a crutch, which can support those who feel inferior and vulnerable. But in this impetuous era, many cheers have turned into casual greetings or courtesy comfort. There are even flattering spiritual bribes. Just as too many bubbles can only make people suffocate and can't lift them, cheap applause and unprovoked applause will always slow down those who are intoxicated with them.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether our ordinary life can win the applause of others, as long as most people can tolerate and accept you in their own life and living environment; A few people can be kind to you and like you; There are not many people who can care about you and really love you, and it is a happy life.
Those who bury their heads in walking will ignore many beautiful scenery along the way, but they can know where their every step is. They don't care whether the trip is full of flowers. For those who really deserve applause, applause has become a surprise to spoil everyone's fun.
Dawn doesn't come because of crows, and flowers don't smell fragrant because of people's praise.
No one applauded, but we still marched on. Without applause, we sang devoutly as before.
Autumn wind sends my heart, autumn wind sends my love, autumn leaves fall, and autumn comes to me unconsciously. Autumn wind will know my heart. Although, I have no autumn style; Perhaps, I don't have the connotation of autumn wind, but autumn wind seems to know my heart better. I am swaying in the autumn wind, lingering in the autumn wind, intoxicated in the autumn wind. Autumn wind is generous, free and easy and subtle in my eyes. In a sense, autumn wind seems to contain all the beauty of time. She can make people forget the troubles in the world, comfort lonely and injured people and make people more mature; She can blow the horn of progress for frustrated people, so that people are no longer afraid of the bumps on the road ahead. ...
Autumn gives people the feeling that there is no decoration and no cover. Although there is a touch of sadness, there are also many subtle feelings. She makes many lonely people feel "the end of the world is reduced." The lingering autumn rain is like the story of an old friend, and it is also like the talk of a bosom friend, in which harmony lies. I like the lingering of autumn rain, I like the whispering of autumn rain, I like walking under autumn rain, and I like thinking about my heart in autumn rain. Perhaps, the autumn rain gave me the feeling: "don't be surprised, look at the flowers in front of the court;" Go or stay, look at the clouds in the sky. "
Autumn is the season of lovesickness, and every ripple of autumn wind will arouse endless emotions in my heart. Bathe in the breeze and fly your dreams; Looking at the autumn rain, smiling like a song; Sniffing the faint chrysanthemum fragrance, drunk as a dream. I can't get rid of my attachment to autumn. I hate autumn and can't stay forever. I love autumn, go back. Autumn is the same as the four seasons. Years are like water, and autumn will eventually leave. If I have been sad, I have to say goodbye. In this way, autumn always comes and goes quietly, and I will always make myself calm and peaceful in the autumn wind. The beauty and moving of autumn will make me mature, make me less impetuous and more calm in the future, and make me look at the world with a more rational and skillful eye.
I hope that the autumn wind can blow dry every dark and damp corner, that the autumn rain can clean up every ordinary and tiny dust, and that the lingering autumn wind can make passionate people enjoy the warmth of autumn forever. Autumn wind with dreams, flying in their own sky; Autumn wind brings affection and takes root and sprouts in its own soil! I like autumn wind, I like autumn clouds, I like autumn days, I like autumn thoughts and expectations.
Autumn gives people the feeling that there is no decoration and no cover. Although there is a touch of sadness, there are also many subtle feelings. She makes many lonely people feel "the end of the world is reduced." The lingering autumn rain is like the story of an old friend, and it is also like the talk of a bosom friend, in which harmony lies. I like the lingering of autumn rain, I like the whispering of autumn rain, I like walking under autumn rain, and I like thinking about my heart in autumn rain. Perhaps, the autumn rain gave me the feeling: "don't be surprised, look at the flowers in front of the court;" I have no intention of staying or staying, looking at the clouds in the sky.
Autumn is the season of lovesickness, and every ripple of autumn wind will arouse endless emotions in my heart. Bathe in the breeze and fly your dreams; Looking at the autumn rain, smiling like a song; Sniffing the faint chrysanthemum fragrance, drunk as a dream. I can't get rid of my attachment to autumn. I hate autumn and can't stay forever. I love autumn, go back. Autumn is the same as the four seasons. Years are like water, and autumn will eventually leave. If I have been sad, I have to say goodbye. In this way, autumn always comes and goes quietly, and I will always make myself calm and peaceful in the autumn wind. The beauty and moving of autumn will make me mature, make me less impetuous and more calm in the future, and make me look at the world with a more rational and skillful eye.
I hope that the autumn wind can blow dry every dark and damp corner, that the autumn rain can clean up every ordinary and tiny dust, and that the lingering autumn wind can make passionate people enjoy the warmth of autumn forever. Autumn wind with dreams, flying in their own sky; Autumn wind brings affection and takes root and sprouts in its own soil! I like autumn wind, I like autumn clouds, I like autumn days, I like autumn thoughts and expectations.
Autumn wind is also a kind of beauty in my heart, a kind of beauty of life!