I love life. What do you ask me to pursue? I believe that what I pursue in my life is the burning of life. In this life, I can get some crystals instead of a pile of ashes.
I believe in eternal life, and this expectation of the afterlife gives me strength and makes me live well and happily. I know how precious this life is. I want to live well, and I must live happily.
I am honest and happy. My homesickness for past desert life spread out before my eyes, ah, a piece of cloth full of yellow sand. When I was alone, I was firmly bound by the mystery of heaven and earth, and my wandering heart slowly fell together here.
The whistling wind in the sky swept away the road that could not be returned, and the earth handed over its secret. At that time, the desert was not a desert, but a well. In the well, a pair of watery eyes smiled and swayed. Chinese rose slowly climbs the wall, moss is faster than it, and white flowers are my eternal stars.
How many years, the night can't pass, just like the Milky Way on the loom, weaving and weaving, weaving boats across the river. People always ask me about my wedding date. I said, another flower will bloom after weaving, one after another, one after another.
Jacob's ladder A person's past, like Jacob's ladder in the Bible, can never reach the sky in one step. The human process is to climb the ladder one by one and reach a certain height.
At that height, the river is full of romantic scenery, green mountains and green waters. Today, my life is still uncertain, but my outlook on life and mentality is by going up one flight of stairs.
My mind, such as the sky and the vast sea, is calm, serene and indifferent. I thank everyone, because life is built by people. Without others, there can be no me.
If there is an afterlife, my life will be rich, bright, bumpy and happy, and I am very satisfied. In the past, I hoped that the same life would happen again.
Now, I don't want it. I am confident that another life in the afterlife will not be too bad.
I like to be a completely different person in the next space, maybe a mother. Affordable living environment ends here. I want to raise a large group of children, make friends with them and love them well.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a woman again. I remember when I was a child, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh. Once, sitting side by side under a peach tree, the wind whistling in the treetops, we fell asleep somehow, and we didn't know how many flowers fell in our dreams.
How far is it? Please tell me, is it far to the ends of the earth? Ask your heart, as long as it agrees, it can't go that far without a place.
2. Write a poem about Sanmao, "How many flowers fall in a dream". I remember when I was a child, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh. Once, I sat side by side under a peach tree with a downwind. At the top of the tree, birds somehow called us to sleep. In my dream, how many flowers fall in my dream? Life begins at seven o'clock/I walk across the grass on the playground/I walk up to you/I can't say a word/I pick up a pen/I write down seven numbers/I nod in your palm/I run away/I hold the phone. Just holding the crazy hope that every day is like a year/When the bell rings/My voice is so urgent/Yes, I am, I am, I am/Yes, I am/At seven o'clock, you said seven o'clock/Okay/I will be early/I stand in front of you/I am still afraid that this is a dream/Really, illusory, dreamy/Really, illusory, dreamy/sitting opposite the carriage/your eyes. The train keeps growing up beside you. 89- Dreaming of the quiet spring rain and the long autumn wind and autumn leaves on the grassland/In the diary of youth/Dreaming of flowers and plants and ups and downs of mood/In the days when Sanmao wanders (don't ask)/Why do dear children leave in the depressed/sad season (waiting for growth)/First love leaves gently and lover leaves silently/In the watery moonlight/Bursts of tearing pain and pale flashing tears/ In an unforgettable memory (forget it)/Dear children, Please don't cry/grieve and stay in the waiting growth forever (time will take away memories)/Year after year, we learn how to love/Dress ourselves up with so-called maturity/Day by day, we learn how to love/Lose ourselves in the best feelings/The truth disappears, the dreams drift with the wind/Learn to hide and escape in the season of breaking up/Hesitation and indifference/In the deep loss of the soul (forget it)/Dear children, Please don't sigh/everyone should learn to protect themselves (learn from growing up)/The still rain dissipates and the faint sunshine flies away at dusk/In the familiar old songs/In the songs I once said lightly in the wind/In the songs of youth without regrets/Please give me a heart to forgive the years/Let me return to my original mood and believe that there is an unchanging belief in my heart/What is it? But I will not give up this invisible/guiding power/until one day I leave this world/return to the eternal place. Women who have no children are especially blessed/have a little person, and there is no problem/have a lifelong love for this love/can't afford it/encounter things that can't be solved/ask children/children's blurted out opinions/often the most accurate and practical answers/what are the most childish ideas of adults/what do children know? In fact/most children don't really enjoy the taste of being children/this situation/scolding children more/moderately in China/may make them feel more secure/Mr. and Mrs. China/for incomplete marriage/mostly for children/European and American parents/to deal with unhappy marriages/often prefer to die a fair death/for children/children don't feel small/reasons. It is the child's "admit the truth"/childhood. I like you, I like you/I wish it were your clothes/touched by you gently/permeated with your soft dreams/infiltrated into your light skin/I like you/I never lie to you/I don't tell you my love hesitation/because I love you deeply and peacefully/I like you/I am sincere to you/I only tell you gloom/me. Your eternity/your dream/your call/I like you/. At the age of thirty, we were very sad. When we were twenty, we didn't come back. How wonderful it is to celebrate our thirtieth birthday when we are fifty. At the age of ninety-nine, we thought that the years of life had passed safely. Maybe we are as happy as thieves who didn't get caught. I believe that life and time dilute all the pain. Life does not necessarily create new joys/children just want to grow up/young people want to grow beards, middle-aged people dye their hair/old people hate to remember their age/birth is a definite journey/death is not another departure? /Growth is a kind of transformation/loss of the old/necessarily because of the arrival of the new, which is fair/Children are much more free than the old/in the spiritual field/compared with people at other stages/because of similarity/the years are extremely beautiful/because it is inevitable to die/spring flowers, autumn moon, summer and winter snow are sad/this is the most chewy taste/if you don't experience this pain/-
Even if people have money/this matter/there is no way to settle the bill quickly. Sometimes, we have to be hard on ourselves/we don't have to indulge our pity/great sadness too much, and then get through it/it's better than bargaining with those little sorrows day by day/some people's complaints are just a habit/they don't help them solve them seriously/this unhappiness is often the enjoyment of those people in their daily lives/sometimes we are sad because of being wronged/but we don't understand/this mood is really asking for it/. When we were 30, we were sad. When we are 20 years old, we will never come back/when we are 50 years old/how wonderful it is to celebrate our 30th birthday/when we are 99 years old/when we think that the years of our lives have passed peacefully/we may be as happy as thieves who have not been caught/caught. I believe that life and time/time dilute all the pain/life does not necessarily create new ones. Children just want to grow up/young people can't wait to grow beards. Middle-aged people dye their hair/old people hate to remember their age/birth is a definite journey/death is not another departure? /Growth is a kind of transformation/loss of the old/necessarily because of the arrival of the new, which is fair/Children are much more free than the old/in the spiritual field/compared with people at other stages/because of similarity/the years are extremely beautiful/because it is inevitable to die/spring flowers, autumn moon, summer and winter snow are sad/this is the most chewy taste/if you don't experience this pain/-
Don't ask me where I come from. Why is my hometown wandering in the distance? Wandering in the distance. Birds flying into the sky. Strolling on the vast grassland. And the olive tree in my dream. Don't ask me where I come from. Why is my hometown wandering in the distance? Why does it wander in the distance? For the dream olive tree, everyone has an acre in his heart. Everyone has a dream, a seed. A seed is an acre of land in my heart. What can I grow with it? What can I grow with it? What can I grow with it? What can I grow with it? What I want is to know my life.
I love life. What do you ask me to pursue? I believe that what I pursue in my life is the burning of life. In this life, I can get some crystals instead of a pile of ashes.
I believe in eternal life, and this expectation of the afterlife gives me strength and makes me live well and happily. I know how precious this life is. I want to live well, and I must live happily.
I am honest and happy. My homesickness for past desert life spread out before my eyes, ah, a piece of cloth full of yellow sand. When I was alone, I was firmly bound by the mystery of heaven and earth, and my wandering heart slowly fell together here.
The whistling wind in the sky swept away the road that could not be returned, and the earth handed over its secret. At that time, the desert was not a desert, but a well. In the well, a pair of watery eyes smiled and swayed. Chinese rose slowly climbs the wall, moss is faster than it, and white flowers are my eternal stars.
How many years, the night can't pass, just like the Milky Way on the loom, weaving and weaving, weaving boats across the river. People always ask me about my wedding date. I said, another flower will bloom after weaving, one after another, one after another.
Jacob's ladder A person's past, like Jacob's ladder in the Bible, can never reach the sky in one step. The human process is to climb the ladder one by one and reach a certain height.
At that height, the river is full of romantic scenery, green mountains and green waters. Today, my life is still uncertain, but my outlook on life and mentality is by going up one flight of stairs.
My mind, such as the sky and the vast sea, is calm, serene and indifferent. I thank everyone, because life is built by people. Without others, there can be no me.
If there is an afterlife, my life will be rich, bright, bumpy and happy, and I am very satisfied. In the past, I hoped that the same life would happen again.
Now, I don't want it. I am confident that another life in the afterlife will not be too bad.
I like to be a completely different person in the next space, maybe a mother. Affordable living environment ends here. I want to raise a large group of children, make friends with them and love them well.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a woman again. I remember when I was a child, you loved to talk and I loved to laugh. Once, sitting side by side under a peach tree, the wind whistling in the treetops, we fell asleep somehow, and we didn't know how many flowers fell in our dreams.
How far is it? Please tell me, is it far to the ends of the earth? Ask your heart, as long as it agrees, it can't go that far without a place.
About San Mao and the olive tree, don't ask me where I come from.
My hometown is far away.
Why are you wandering far away?
loaf about
For the birds flying in the sky
For the clear stream in the mountains
For the vast grassland
Wandering in the distance
And And
For the dream olive tree, olive tree.
Don't ask me where I come from.
My hometown is far away.
Why are you wandering?
Why are you wandering far away?
For the olive tree in my dream.
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Sanmao's real name is Chen Ping, and she was born on March 26th, 1943. He is a native of Dinghai County, Zhejiang Province, and is a philosophy department of China Culture University. After studying in Europe, he settled in Canary Island in the Western Sahara Desert and wrote a series of well-known works according to local life. 198 1 returned to Taiwan Province and taught at the Culture University. 1984 resigned to concentrate on writing and speaking. He died on 199 1 year 1 month 4 at the age of 48.
Her footprints are all over the world, and her works are widely circulated in the Chinese society around the world. There are also a large number of readers in the Mainland, and her life works and translations are very rich. * * * There are twenty-four kinds.
Sanmao's English name is ECHO, and Sanmao is a pen name. From San Mao's Preface to Brain Studies, only the word "San Mao" is mentioned, which contains a divination in the Book of Changes. But what is the mystery, it is not clear. However, San Mao himself once said: At first, he got the name because it was inconspicuous, and another reason was that what he wrote was very ordinary, only worth 30 cents.
Sanmao was born in Chongqing, Sichuan Province on March 26th, 1943 (February 20th, Lunar 2 1 year). Sanmao showed her love for books since she was a child. She was reading A Dream of Red Mansions when she was five and a half years old. When I was in junior high school, I almost read all the world famous books on the market. I dropped out of school in the second grade and was carefully taught by my parents to lay a solid foundation for poetry, ancient Chinese and English next time. Studied under two painters, Gu and Shao.
65438-0964, was chartered by Mr. Zhang Qijun, the founder of Culture University, as an observer of the philosophy department of the school, with excellent academic performance.
1967 dropped out of school again and went to Spain alone. During this period, I studied at the University of Madrid in Spain and Goethe Institute in Germany, and worked in the Law Library of the University of Enoch in the United States. It is of great help to her life experience and Chinese learning.
/kloc-returned to China in 0/970 and was invited by Mr. Zhang Qijun to teach in the Department of German Literature and Philosophy of Wenda University. Later, due to the sudden death of her fiance, she left again and went to Spain. Reunion with her beloved, her 6-year-old Jose.
1973, he married Jose in a local court in the western Sahara desert. Life in the desert inspired her latent writing style. With the encouragement of the editor-in-chief of the United Daily News at that time, her works continued to flow, and she began to collect and publish books.
The first work, The Story of the Sahara, was published in May 1976.
1979 On September 30th, her husband, Jose, died in a diving accident and returned to Taiwan Province Province.
198 1 year, Sanmao decided to end her life in a foreign country 14 and settle in China. In June+10 of the same year, United Daily News specially sponsored her to travel to Central and South America for half a year. After coming back, she wrote "Thousands of Waters in Qian Shan" and gave a speech around the island. After that, Sanmao taught literature and art in the Cultural University, teaching novel creation and prose writing, which was deeply loved by students.
1984, due to health reasons, resigned from the teaching staff and concentrated on writing and speaking.
I returned to my hometown in mainland China for the first time in April after 1989, and found that my works also have many readers in mainland China. And made a special trip to visit Mr. Zhang Leping, who is famous for his comic book The Wandering of San Mao, and realized his long-cherished wish.
1990 engaged in script writing, and finished her first Chinese script, which is also her last work, Rolling the Red Dust.
199 1 65438+ died in the early morning of1October 4th at the age of 48.
I like San Mao's poem If there is an afterlife very much.
If there is an afterlife, I want to be a tree.
Standing in eternity, there is no sadness or joy.
Half in the dust and half in the wind.
Half in the shade and half in the sun.
Very silent, very proud
Never rely on, never look for.
If there is an afterlife, it will become a gust of wind.
Instances can become eternity.
No sentimental feelings, no sentimental eyes.
Half in the rain and half in the spring.
Loneliness, loneliness, travel, take away all the faint thoughts.
Never missed, never loved
If there is an afterlife, be an eagle.
Jump into eternity without getting lost.
There is fiery hope in the east and warm nest beds in the south.
Drive the sunset back to the west and awaken the fragrance to the north.
If there is an afterlife, I hope to meet each other every time.
Can become eternal.
olive tree
Don't ask me where I come from.
My hometown is far away.
Why are you wandering?
Wandering in the distance
For the birds flying in the sky
For the clear stream in the mountains
For the vast grassland
Wandering in the distance
And And
For the dream olive tree, olive tree
Don't ask me where I come from.
My hometown is far away.
Why are you wandering?
Why are you wandering far away?
For the olive tree in my dream.
6. The story of Sahara describes the language of the desert. 1, the sand waves surge forward like an invisible giant hand, uncovering the desert layer after layer.
2. Vast desert and dead sand sea. Bold and quiet, with a straight face, always gives you a monotonous color: yellow, yellow, and always hot yellow. It seems that nature instantly freezes the turbulent waves and empty raging waves here and makes it stand still forever.
There is a strong wind in the desert, flying sand and stones, and the sky is dark. This is a world of sand, and there is no place for you.
4. Left a series of practical and clear footprints in the vast sand sea. The hot sand sea lets the hot air pass through your feet and makes your heart look brand-new. I was drunk in the sand sea with my little brush.
The endless sand sea is dotted with clumps of trees, which are Salix. Clusters of Salix psammophila injected vitality into the originally silent sand sea. In order to survive in the water-deficient desert, Salix psammophila sticks its roots deep in the sand with its tenacious perseverance, reaching tens of meters to the place where there is water. Here, once life is born, it is difficult to die, because the hard environment can often breed great and tenacious life.
6. In the hot sun, the Gobi Desert is like baking on a stove, and the scorching heat wave sweeps across every inch of land, making people breathless.
7. I see you. In the northwest desert, endless yellow sand spreads on this boundless land. With your tired eyesight, you can't see a trace of green, running water or towering mountains?
8. Nature has laid a yellow carpet here. As soon as the wind blows, it seems that someone mentioned that the carpet was shaking and raised dust all over the sky.
9. at first glance, there is monotonous yellow everywhere, and there is not even a tree. The vastness of the desert makes every one of us feel tired and seems to never get out. Near noon, the sun rose very high, making the desert smoky. We got off to have a rest and set up a sunshade, but the sand was too hot, so we were told to stand instead of sitting. It's terrible to be in the desert for the first time.
10, there are many tornadoes in the desert, one after another, rolling up the yellow sand and flying around the desert like smoke rising from the flat ground.
1 1. As dusk approaches, the desert in front of us is golden, and countless sand wrinkles rise like frozen waves, extending to the golden horizon in the distance.
12, standing on the sand mountain overlooking the bottom, there is a lush forest under the rolling sand mountain, and the forest is full of flowers, dotted with this green "ocean".
13, the blue sky and white clouds connected with the green sea, together with the bright smiles of the girls, constitute a wonderful morning grazing map of the summer grassland.
14, the vast Yuan Ye exudes a fresh and moist earthy atmosphere.
15, standing on this vast field, looking vertically, there are green waves on the rice sea, and there are many beans and fruits. (m.lz 13.cn) The sweet potato is paved in furrows and immersed in furrows, showing a beautiful scene of gratifying growth everywhere.
16, patches of colorful wild flowers are dotted on the grassland, like a colorful carpet.
17, the rubble under the scorching sun reveals a trace of hot air. Looking up, it seems that there is a weak and continuous heat wave floating in this yellow sand at the foot, and the camel's feet have left traces of walking in the desert. Are there some unknown legends hidden in this big desert?
18, the Sahara desert has brought great harm to mankind. It devours farmland and villages and buries transportation facilities such as railways and highways. According to historical records, the ancient city of Loulan on the Silk Road in China was swallowed up by the desert. Now, human beings are doing everything possible to prevent and control desertification, such as planting trees, planting grass to fix sand, setting up sand barriers, etc., and all of them have received good results.
19, windy and windy in desert area. The maximum wind power can reach 10- 12. Strong winds blow up a lot of quicksand, forming a violent wind-blown sand flow, eroding the ground and causing great changes in the landform.
7. Who has an excellent essay about Sanmao written by others? 1. The Dream Catcher written by Tayu Lo to Sanmao was sung by Feng Feifei, and it came from the album: The Age of Farewell-Love Song Album. 2. Tayu Lo's "Rolling Red Dust" for Sanmao was sung by Tayu Lo. Sanmao written by a singer from Tengger singer and sung by a singer from Tengger singer is from the album Prairie Love Singing. (Mao's Last Voice) Singing, album name and publication time. Sorry, I forgot.
5. Light music: Olive Tree, Rolling Red Dust, Red Desert, Thirty Years' Dream, Weeping Camel, Flowing Desert, How Many Flowers Fall in My Dream, Oriental Woman of Sahara, Wandering Mountain, Unforgettable San Mao, Tender Night, etc.