Recommendations are as follows: the reverse journey of life and death, winter, the fragrance of fireworks in the secular world, rising eastward in several places, and the breeze is like you.
1. The reverse journey of life and death
Autumn is cold, and the heaven and earth are chilling. While everything is becoming lazy, mosquitoes and flies have also lost their annoying activity in summer. They are about to die!
Is the life of a mosquito and a fly sad?
It is sad to think that it is a beauty in the morning and a withered bones in the evening. May be born in the dim light of morning and die in the dusk of sunset. "Death day and night, enjoying yourself" is a happy thought.
The so-called life and death are not just about mosquitoes and flies? There are mosquitoes and flies in all things, and they are also mosquitoes and flies in heaven and earth. Zhuangzi said: "Nothing in the world is larger than the end of an autumn hair, and Mount Tai is small. There is no life longer than Shangzi, while Pengzu is young. Heaven and earth are born with me, and all things are one with me." Looking at ancient and modern times, there is another "one thing" "Death and life are illusions, mourning and death are illusions." So, what is long-term?
History class in the second year of high school, learning about cultural heritage. The word "legacy" can be said to be profound and profound - connecting life and death, spirit and body. Every time I read a book, I felt sad when I saw the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, the Ming Tombs, the Cathedral of the Virgin Mary, and the Pyramids, and then I thought of Taoism again. "Zhuangzi" records: "Lao Dan died, and Qin lost only three. Why?"
It said: "When you come at the right time, the Master is in time; when you leave at the right time, the Master is obedient." When the time is at ease and everything is smooth, sorrow and joy cannot enter. "That's a good saying - when you come, it's the right time; when you go, it's the right time!
Egypt, one of the four ancient civilizations, has the most prosperous Fourth Dynasty. On the Giza Highlands The pyramids are well-proportioned and will not fall down for thousands of years. Gods like the sun come to the world. There is an ancient Egyptian proverb: "The world is afraid of time, and time is afraid of the pyramids." "And the Pharaoh who built this glory never saw the sun rising from the top of the tower in his life."
I have doubts again: the construction of such a huge project is for the prosperity of future generations. Is it worth it? This is like a wine brewer who smells the sourness during the brewing process but never waits for the sweetness after brewing. Is it worth it?
Is it worth it for the unforeseen beauty?
Return your gaze from the other side of the world to this side. The reforms in the late Qing Dynasty started with the successors.
Is it worth it for the unforeseen beauty?
Return your gaze from the other side of the world to this side. Mouth and heirs begin with the same origin. When Tan Sitong died for the reform, the land of China was devastated. But how powerless his body of blood is, how it is caused by fate, but why are there so many people who come to succeed him, who are the ones who cannot shirk, those who work hard, and never regret it?
In Liu Cixin's science fiction novel "Providing God", gods are willing to exchange all scientific and technological achievements for people's support. But people find that those higher-self skills are not available at the moment. Only after the development of modern science and technology for thousands of years can they be connected with the knowledge given by God.
So, how do people choose? Should we choose to benefit mankind a thousand years from now at the expense of current manpower and material resources, or should we choose to refuse God’s favor?
This science fiction novel reveals a question that must be on everyone’s mind: Are we related to our descendants? What about ancestors? What about the world?
When I read "Book of Bao Ren An", I always feel pain for that small silkworm room and the great soul inside. Is Sima Qian related to me? If it is related, he is just a name in the book; if it is not related, he has left a deep mark on my spiritual world. He lives in my memory, or you can say, he lives because of my memory.
So, some people’s lives can exist forever because of memory.
How long is eternity? How long is life? Is life and death a curse from God or a law of the universe? Is it Odin's gift or Pandora's box?
I think that if there is ultimate reality in this world, there are also powerful ideals. Even if there are only one in ten million people who insist on the latter, the meaning of its existence has already exceeded the length of life.
It’s life and death, but it’s worth it.
2. Winter
Put away the fallen leaves and grow old gracefully after experiencing the changes in the world. Wrapped in silver is the last suffocating beauty you leave to the earth. ?
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Now I often ask myself, why do I always miss the memory of autumn when you come, and always look for it in a hurry after you are over? The greenery of March.
Many times, I walk alone on a long road, and the light of the flickering street lamps shines on the ground, giving it a slight silvery glow. Not being afraid of the coldness that invades you from all sides is the only way for us to embrace each other. The night you brought is so long, but when our hearts comfort each other, the loneliness of the night will disappear.
At other times, you may be so afraid of this endless monotony that you add a yellow sun to the blue sky on a bright morning. Opening the curtains, I warmly welcomed you into my cabin and stayed with him until the quiet afternoon.
But more often than not, when I see that the trees on the street that used to have lush foliage now have only bare branches, I always feel vaguely melancholy about the passing of life. You also took away the delicate petals of the flowers on my window sill. The wild flowers that once bloomed enthusiastically on the roadside in my hometown have long since ceased to be prosperous.
The frost is getting heavier day by day.
If I have free time, I must go for a walk in the fields at dusk. The fields with only dead grass exuded bursts of chill, mixed with fresh breath.
At that time, as long as you look up at the sky, you will suddenly find that your mood has become clear, just like the high sky. You can vaguely see the hazy white walls and green tiles in the distance, intoxicated by the approaching dusk of sunset, which makes people wrap up their clothes tightly.
The north wind found a place to rest, and then fell to the earth entwined with the snowflakes. Such a world covered in silver has reminded many people of their childhood days of running and playing in the snow! Its dazzling silvery white color "warms" so many cold hearts.
You are so interesting, not to mention that you sprinkle light and white snowflakes on the barren land, you also let plum blossoms decorate the branches, adding a touch of grace to yourself. The dispute between plums and snow that "the plums are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plums" could not have started because of you! Besides, you want to create the artistic conception of "suddenly like a spring breeze coming overnight." No wonder I miss spring.
The winter rain comes with the snow and goes with the wind. I don’t know whether it is elegant or deep. I just remember the drop caught in the palm of my hand, crystal clear, reflecting the bright sunshine after the rain. Just that drop retains the warm sunshine throughout the winter.
Even without recalling the writings of poets of the past, I can still imagine your beauty, which preserves the warm sunshine throughout the winter.
The desolate world has inadvertently allowed fresh green leaves, and the whisper of young swallows seems to be ringing in my ears. I can't help but be afraid: If I think about it any more, I'm afraid you will leave.
Suddenly I woke up from the dream, winter is still there.
Comments: There are many articles about winter, but the biggest feature of this article is that it is unconventional in expression. The whole text uses the second person writing technique to personify winter. This way of writing is not only refreshing, but also makes the author's description of the individual seem like reminiscing with a close friend, such as "Not afraid of the coldness that invades you from all sides is the only way for us to embrace each other."
That Sentences such as "Plum plum blossoms are three cents whiter than snow, but the snow loses some of the fragrance of plum blossoms" and "Waiting for the dispute between plum blossoms and snow, could it be because of you", etc., are full of new ideas, beautiful and smart, and people can't help but praise the author's innovative writing consciousness after reading it. .
The text seems to be displeased with the mountains. If others feel that your article is cliche and straightforward, they will lose interest in reading it. Therefore, we must pursue fresh expression when writing.
In fact, expressing freshness means not to make statements on the premise of smooth language, and try to avoid being stereotyped and straightforward. You can use words flexibly, use rhetoric, and sentence patterns to make your article bright and shining. You can pay attention to skills, and various descriptive techniques have their place. Strive to conduct new explorations in form and not fall into the trap.
3. The fragrance of fireworks in the secular world
The ancients lived a better life than people today: in February, when the apricot blossoms are white, it is called the Apricot Moon; in June, the lotus flowers bloom. , it is called the Lotus Moon; in September the chrysanthemums bloom brilliantly, it is called the Chrysanthemum Moon... In this way, for twelve months a year, apricots, peach, sophora and pomegranates, lotus osmanthus and chrysanthemums, each word is the time of blooming before our eyes, years. That is to say, it slowly passes in the long roll of floral fragrance.
Who said that only fashionable young people can be called cool? For those of us who use up the last bit of time every day, who in this overwhelming homework and endless exams will miss what kind of flower's buds are gently painted at which season? In this way, those who can live slowly and have the atmosphere of ordinary fireworks can truly have a low-key and luxurious coolness.
Epiphyllum should bloom at night and is known as the "beauty under the moon". However, such a beauty that is too flawless and free from the smell of fireworks will not last long, so the flowering period of epiphyllum is extremely short-lived. Just like some people think that coolness only pursues a moment of pleasure, so life is hasty and empty. This kind of coolness is just like a piece of white paper, and the interest is gone at the slightest touch.
There are always some people who think that life is like a poplar flower. They have a romantic night in the most beautiful spring of the year and finally fall into the dust. They think cool is just "there is wine today and I will be drunk today." The poplar flowers have all fallen, leaving no fruit or fruit, unlike the peaches and apricots that have been fragrant and have held the still small green fruit in their arms. This kind of coolness is nothing more than wasting time and spending your time in obscurity. What does it have to do with the quality of life?
The coolness in exquisite days is like heather, the flowers are small and dense, clustered in clusters, but they do not lose their beauty. Life is ordinary and even trivial, and this is true for everyone. But people who know how to live will always find small fortunes in daily necessities, and eventually have their own unique life and unique coolness in life.
In fact, we all live in the fireworks of the dusty city. Without the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains, it is impossible to bind the days into a legendary novel with twists and turns.
But if we live carefully, every day, every month, every year, those small and happy moments will appear in our lives little by little, like the billions of stars in the night sky, bright or dark, vast and vast. And beautiful. This is the unique life course we have.
How can such coolness be matched by legendary novels?
When you are tired of the mundane colors and just enjoy the joy of the years, find a proper home, arrange your leisurely self, walk in the snow to look for plum blossoms, make tea in the wind stove, and fill the ground with fragrance and a pool. Isn't it cool to be calm and treat life wholeheartedly like this?
It’s just a pity that too many people live too busy lives, and the number of people who can cherish the small happiness around them is gradually decreasing. We have become “adults” and can no longer see the essence of life: in fact, we are looking for it hard. Isn’t the coolness just like the fragrance of fireworks in this world?
4. Several places where the sun rises in the east
The sunrise never belongs to the busy city.
The fog and haze all night long obscured its due glory. I am under the dome, but my mind is far away.
I once climbed to the top of Niubei Mountain, which is 2,000 meters above sea level, overnight, just to catch a glimpse of the stunning beauty of Gongga Mountain's "Rizhao Jinshan" when the sun rises in the east.
Dressed in the stars, set up your camera early just to capture every heartbeat of the sunrise. Standing above the clouds, watch the sun shine the first ray of sunlight on the distant holy mountain top, just like a painter cautiously dropping the first stroke of oil paint on the canvas, and then scattering the endless rays of light selflessly to the heaven, earth and the world, shrouding the white fairyland. Layers of sparkling golden light.
Only in this way can we realize the feeling of being at the top of the world and seeing the smallness of the world. It seems that there is only this pure white and flawless golden light left in the world. Where can troubles and sorrows fit in?
I once set off in the early morning, braving the biting cold wind, just to enjoy the "double sun in the mirror" of Qinghai Lake. The night is still young, dawn is approaching, a round of dawn moon is still nostalgic for the vast starry sky, but there is already a glimmer of light in the east.
The red and round sun looked like a child with a red face because he had done something wrong. He was hiding under the lake and did not dare to show his head, which whetted everyone's appetite.
Seeing the dark night gradually turning white, it had nowhere to hide, so it could only shyly stick out its head, revealing its complete, great and brilliant body. The lake surface was rippling with golden light, and the early-rising waterbirds were frightened and flew away from the lake surface, leaving afterimages in the yellowish sky and the reflection of the lake surface.
-----The sky is already bright.
Just like the countless sunrises I have experienced, under the light that has nowhere to hide in the darkness, people start a new day, either busy or leisurely. In the city in the sky that no one has noticed, the sun slowly sways from the middle to directly above, giving people the hottest heat at noon; then it silently sets from the west, completing its mission that remains unchanged day after day.
In the long night with no hope, evil and fear are waiting for opportunities, and unknown and confusion permeate everyone's mind. From this point of view, this sunrise is very important. It adds passionate movement to the quiet nocturne, and adds dazzling brilliance to the deep darkness. It connects the light and dark, good and evil in the world, and is the pure light that is invincible to hypocrisy.
I like the sunrise, and perhaps even more like the anxious and longing waiting before the sunrise. In order to appreciate a sunrise, I often get up early in the morning. In the peaceful dreamland of others, I pack my bags and head for the road ahead, just to occupy the corner with the best viewing angle.
And the moment of sunrise is so short, lest I miss the grand scene of connecting yin and yang in just a blink of an eye. Perhaps it is just like the fleeting time. Life is short and beauty is hard to survive. Every moment that passes is unique and will never come back.
Let’s use Gu Cheng’s famous poem. The rising sun is my eyes in the dark night, it illuminates the light deep in my darkness.
5. The breeze is like you
She is an unknown little flower by the stream. After 300 years of practice, she finally became a human. He is an abandoned orphan who was adopted by a Taoist priest. , and then embarked on the path of spiritual practice. That day, when he went down the mountain, he found her lying by the stream. He held her hand and took her back to the Taoist temple. His name was Bai Yu, and he named him Bai Zhen.
From then on, she became his little follower. That year, he was 9 years old and her body was 7 years old.
He didn't just give her a name. He also taught her many things and allowed her to slowly adapt to the human world. He was very kind to her, which made him feel guilty because she had been hiding the fact that she was a demon from him.
In fact, she had no choice but to do so. After all, he was a Taoist priest, a man destined to slay demons and subjugate them. If he knew about a demon living next to him... Every time she thought of this, she did not dare to think about it anymore. .
In this way, the days passed day by day. The sword in his hand killed many demons, and he became a well-known local demon slayer. As a flower demon, she naturally appears tall and graceful, but whenever someone comes to propose marriage, he will always uglify her face with paint like a naughty boy.
She smiled and said to him: "You are such a grown-up, why are you still so childish?" But he seriously held her hand and said to her: "You are my treasure, others I don't want to take you away." She didn't know what he meant, but she was a monster. Even if she had secretly promised him, she couldn't marry him and have children for him.
She could only keep telling herself: "One day, I will repay him in my own way." But he did not expect that the opportunity to repay him would come so soon.
When the prince of the dynasty suffered from serious diseases since he was a child, many famous doctors invited by the emperor were helpless.
One day, a minister presented an exclusive secret recipe: the flower demon who had cultivated for more than three hundred years turned into a pill after his death. The prince could recover after taking this pill. So the emperor made a public announcement and offered a huge reward to the Flower Demon.
She knew that those who presented the flower demon to the emperor would surely achieve great success. So she begged him to take her to the capital for fun, but he couldn't help it and had no choice but to agree.
In front of the imperial palace in the capital, he was stunned when he saw her transforming into a monster and scorching her beauty. She said to him: "I'm sorry for keeping it secret from you for so long. I have always wanted to repay your kindness to me, and today I can finally do so." After saying this, she took advantage of him not prepared and pulled out The sword he carried with him stabbed the tip of the sword into his chest with his backhand. In an instant, she turned into a red pill and fell into his palm. The hot red pill burned his cold fingers. He was so distraught that he turned around and left the capital.
Ten years later, by the creek, he was surrounded by green hills. His temples are stained with frost, and he stands erect. The field flowers in front of him stretch for thousands of miles, and the breeze blows gently. The fragrance seems to fill the heaven and earth.
He caressed the red pill in his hand and said: "Bai Zhen, do you like these flowers? I don't know flowers, and I don't know which kind you belong to, so I have traveled all over thousands of mountains over the years, bringing them to you." I brought back all the flowers I haven’t seen before.
If you have more flowers, will you be able to cultivate faster? Will you be able to transform into a human form earlier? I don't know if I can wait for you for only a hundred years. If I had told you earlier, I had always known that you were a demon. I killed the demon because I was greedy and didn't want to stay with you for only a hundred years.
I wanted to become an immortal. If I have been with you forever, will you not abandon me? If I am not greedy, will you not misunderstand me? Even if I can only stay with you for a hundred years, it will be better than you and I can't see each other now.
< p>A teardrop fell on the flowers...the fragrance came slowly, and the breeze was like you.