Zhang Ailing's Prose Towards Dusk I
There is only a lonely shadow, she, leaning against the railing; Her eyes just woke up from the dream of youth, and she was still sleepy. Looking at this crazy world, she seemed to grasp the mystery of life blankly. ? Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
I read the article written by Zhang Ailing to myself again? Twilight, she is a late bloomer. In the face of this bustling spring, she feels that she is a latecomer of the times and that she is abandoned by the times. Yes, how many friends around us can really find their ideal goals in the natural law of cycling all year round? Although there is a certain gap between reality and ideal, if we don't have the courage to find our own way, then this life can only be spent with the public. Many times, we always feel that we are mediocre people, just as the article said: God gave people life and created society, but how can we only give us the most precious fleeting creative era in just over ten years? I am not afraid of old age, illness or death in my life, and I am most afraid of going through dozens of short spring and autumn periods without doing such a thing.
When we were young, we always lived in an impetuous industrialized society, running around for work and rice bowls. Of course, it doesn't mean that life can't be fought for, but what we need more is a quiet heart that can look at the bustling world around us, one like Tao Yuanming and the other like Shakespeare. Don't wait until you have completely accepted the baptism of this society, or changed the essence, to realize the importance of purity of mind. It's too late to get there. Life, like any creature in nature, has a smooth transition from birth to maturity and then to decline. Finally, return to the soil. But when youth passes away like running water, I don't know how to spend my gray life in my twilight years. When people are old, they are always used to thinking about what they have gained, lost and pursued. And I seldom think about it when I am young. You have always devoted outstanding young people to the professional society, or now, since you came to this world, your elders have been planning blueprints for your future career. When you were a child, they planned it with their own hands, and when you came of age, they designed it with their own hands. The advice given by your elders is only an auxiliary reference. I think we should start thinking about how to spend our lives from this moment. I found that it can be said that I have experienced it personally. University is the place where people get old most easily. Especially some low-level vocational universities. Its training goal is employment-oriented and order-based education. Of course, there are more technicians, and the employment-oriented training in vocational middle schools is more obvious. Although this is the demand of society, or a trend of industrialized society, I always feel that this society lacks a little human touch and humanistic quality. I don't want to see more people become old women in a few decades.
Perhaps we have all been brilliant, and old age is an era to sum up the rest of our lives. People always have to die of old age, and people are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. We shouldn't hate old people like that old woman, because you have to go through that era yourself. Who will take care of themselves then and who will pity themselves? So she chose to hide and didn't want her old relatives and friends to see her former self. Just like I don't want outsiders to see my haggard face. Nature continues, and appearance can't stand the test of nature. What we need to do is to reflect more, think more, feel more, be more quiet and less impetuous in our youth. I believe it will play a great positive role in your life.
"Yellow lantern, beauty is dying, as always", please don't see the sadness of wrinkles on your face when a tear falls!
Zhang Ailing's Prose Towards Dusk (Ⅱ)
The troubled east wind is coming to the world again, and the pink can't stay red, and she is drunk in Aunt Feng's arms. Wicker rides the wind, bends over, scratches the hair of pedestrians, and clusters of catkins, like light clouds falling from the feet of the spring god, line up in a queue, imitating the light and clear Chun Xue flying all over the sky in February and flying into the curtains everywhere. Sandy's green grass has an obvious smell of alcohol, leaving traces of tourists. Everything is exciting to the extreme, maybe a little crazy? In this colorful and bustling spring!
There is only a lonely shadow, she, leaning against the railing; She has eyes, and those eyes that just woke up from the dream of youth are still sleepy, looking at the crazy world as if they can't understand the mystery of life. She is a laggard of the times. In the warm world of youth, she has been abandoned invisibly. She is no longer qualified and in the mood to follow those who stand in front of the times! When she woke up from a sweet dream for the first time, she was only empty and depressed; I'm disappointed to lose my golden age. Ahem! God gave life to people and created society. How can we only give us the most precious fleeting creative era in just over ten years? In this way, the butterfly in the ephemera is admirable. In the short spring, they danced heartily among the flowers. Once all the flowers were gone, they died happily in the spring, as if they had only come for dancing and pleasure all their lives, but they should be happier. Like human beings, how will the gray life of decades of wind and rain be spent after youth passes away like running water?
Unconsciously, she fell into the old man's garden. How embarrassing it is to find a hint! Besides, how can you fight the life like a movie? Especially her, she hated old people ten years ago! She used to travel overseas, whistle in the mountains, skate in the frozen harbor and talk in spacious seats. But what about now? The past is long, and the heroic behavior of that year is like a smoke cloud, without a trace. She can only sigh, and her youthful appearance and pride are gradually exhausted. She is afraid of meeting her old friend. Her changed appearance and temperament only increased their surprise and secret discussion. In order to escape, I came to this secluded corner, and flowers, birds, wind and the sun still worried her. She began to curse the scenery in spring.
The light is green and dark, showing the desolation in the middle of the night. In a corner of the darkroom, a mournful and dignified bell sounded, accompanied by a vague chanting sound, and her mind was full of thoughts. Then, a cold tear flowed to her cold lips, blocking her trembling mouth that she wanted to speak but couldn't.
Zhang Ailing's Prose Towards Dusk III
I think Ziegler must have bright eyes. Because of his bright eyes, he found that the small animals he caught became dull, so he tried to make them survive the winter instead of dying; Because of his bright eyes, he found some unknown theories in the fields of plastics and artificial rubber and won the Nobel Prize. Because he has a pair of bright eyes, he has meticulous observation ability, which has created his extraordinary life. I think we also need a pair of bright eyes to make the world clearer in our eyes and let the lamp of observation illuminate the road to success.
Because I have bright eyes, maybe I can save countless lives. If I become a doctor in many years, can I treat my patients and pull those lives back from the cliff of death? I think so, because I have bright eyes. As a doctor, "ask what you hear" is the first. With a pair of bright eyes, you can find the cause from the smallness and find the cure from the cocoon peeling. With bright eyes, observation has become my biggest assistant. Under the close observation, all the fog disappears, and there is no loophole in the hiding place, so that the right medicine can be given and the glory of a doctor can be achieved. I wonder if Bian Que thought that having bright eyes was one of the reasons why he became a famous doctor thousands of years ago?
Because I have bright eyes, maybe I can become a poet after many years. Poetry is not a product floating in mid-air divorced from reality. True poetry comes from life, from ordinary people's daily necessities, from the delicacies and wines of the rich, from the folk songs of the shepherd boy, from the shallow singing of the Liuxiang in Huajie, and even from the curses of drunkards on street corners. It is true and touching, and the poet is the one who expresses this series of stories in the most sincere and simple sentences, just because he has the most meticulous observation and only because he has one kind. I think I can be such a poet because I have bright eyes and insight to see the whole leopard. I use my notes to record the ordinary and gather it into the extraordinary, just like a broken butterfly, which has the most beautiful wings after the ordinary and keeps moving forward on the poet's road. I think that Liu Yong looks the same when he wears a white skirt.
Looking closely, I seem to see the budding results in the future. Because I have bright eyes and careful observation, I have the ability to pull my life back from the brink of death. When you smile, death takes a detour. Because I have bright eyes and careful observation, I have the power to turn ordinary into rain and dew to moisten people's hearts. Bright eyes are smiling and flowers are everywhere.