Step 2 live
Shen Congwen
I seem to know why things are so sad. I think of "life".
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Who can use bamboo as a bow and arrow to shoot into the clouds and never fall? My imagination, like a long arrow, shoots into the sky and never returns. What the long arrow records is in the vast void of blue and tranquility.
A wise man can read a short article from this misty sky by making good use of his wisdom, including sigh and silence, color and fragrance, love and resentment. No author's name. No years. No story. No ... but the content is extremely soft. Void is silent, and there is music in the reader's soul. The void is bright and blue, but the reader's soul is bright and clean.
There is a slope on the stone road in front of the gate. The slope is shaded by trees, the stems are long and the branches are weak, and the green leaves are green, such as feathers and flags. There are always mountain spirits, showing their waist and white teeth, coming and going. All the people I met were dumb. Love can make people silent, and a language sings death. Love and death are neighbors.
However, abstract love can also make people super-living. Patriotism also requires life, and only energetic people can be patriotic. People castrated like temples have no love, are enthusiastic about the country and appearance, are careless about things, have no feelings for people, and are extremely afraid of ideals. He also married and had children, taught knowledge, and was an official at meetings, but he was always a eunuch in his mental state. Tell the eunuch this, of course, there is no way to understand.
The dream at night is very strange. I saw a pale green and white flower with a weak neck and a soft flower. The flower body has slight spots and bruises and is slightly shaken by the door. There seems to be a familiar voice greeting in an unknown place:
"You see, there should be planetesimals in the flowers. Take a closer look. "
So I reached out and touched it. Flowers tremble slightly, if you are afraid. Smile again, if you have something to lean on. Gently touch the stems, pedicels and petals. Some leaves fell off near the flowers.
If you smell a sigh, it is deep and clear.
After the thunderstorm. I woke up and smelled a dog barking in the distance, barking like a leopard. Semi-confused state in bed meditation, feel extremely disappointed. Because Bai Lianhua was swinging by the door, it was impossible to shake or laugh when he was touched!
After getting up, I wrote down the process and treated a piece of jade with semi-relief, such as jade work and cutting and grinding. When finished, it looks like a small ornament on the fireplace. Exquisite as porcelain and simple as bamboo.
Most people like to use academic qualifications to measure a person's moral level. Especially when it comes to sexual morality. Actually, it's hard to say. We should laugh at some people, but society often respects them, such as Yan Temple. Some people we should praise, but society thinks they are evil, such as honesty. As usual, most people express ideas contrary to the facts. Most people are willing to remain safe or self-sufficient in hypocrisy. So I burned the manuscript. I am not afraid of society. I hate society and hypocrites. I don't want this perfect poem to be tainted by hypocrites.
White flowers are extremely quiet. Very quiet in image.
In the valley, there should be a white lotus with light blue stripes, a weak neck and long pedicels, speechless, fragrant and pale, with a beautiful trunk. The pollen is yellow and the leaflets are as green as grass.
Francois once wrote a story, Red and White, which described the position of love in life, all its forms and its subtle changes. I want to write "Green and White" to express images in form.
Appreciation: Since ancient times, topics about life have emerged endlessly, and the exploration of the meaning and value of life is endless. Shen Lao's essay, written in the 1940s, may be branded with the times because of its special historical background, but when we reread it today, we feel fresh without losing color, incisive without whitewashing, written in that era, and as if it were written for us after 60 or 70 years.
What is life? I dare not define, for fear that my life will wither because of the shallowness of words, and flower of life will wither because of his own misinterpretation. The meaning of life is too broad and far-reaching, and it also accumulates in the corner where we seldom go in memory. Paul. Kochakin's "Motto of Life" said: "The most precious thing for people is life. Everyone has only one life … ",then believing in life and exploring life will become the main theme of life. Life is natural, the natural publicity of human nature, the healthy development of vigorous vitality, the leap of primitive vitality, and the exploration of the primitive form of natural life and the simple beauty of human nature; Life is dual, short and eternal, love and death, simple and complicated; Its fundamental connotation is emotion and accident, and its significance lies in the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty, and the madness and pursuit of various forms, including the natural form of the universe and the form of human life. If life can present primitive humanity in harmony with nature and gain rational control over nature, then it will become a perfect life form, in line with the ideal and beautiful realm that life will bring.
Cherish the original beauty of life, those things that belong to life itself, stare at all the scenery of life with beautiful glasses, not dazzled by love, not disgusted by filth, and not tired of the miserable life on earth and escape; Always look at life correctly, always look at life transparently, quiet places and small places are shining!
I walked into life with a smile, no matter how life rewarded me.
Give me an apartment? I am a cheerful river;
Call me rough? I am a mountain of solemn thinking;
Reward me with happiness? I am a swallow flying in the air;
Repay my misfortune? I am a strong bamboo, and I can bear thousands of blows.
Life, Poetry and Candlelight
1\ I seize life.
No longer willful
I hold on to life.
hesitate no more
I hold on to life.
No more curses
I hold on to life.
No more pleading
Today, the broken backbone of life
Copy the bitter cry and call my first fetal sound.
2. You, the ant of poetry
Tread through every season paved with yellow leaves
Lying in the mirror of language
Question: When will the romance between life and poetry end?
I am the sworn enemy of cowards.
Make-up with a casual smile and inscribe with curtains.
Tilt, tilt again, and collapse instantly
The black footnote was exposed, so I stopped writing.
Oh, pray silently.
Or praise the life melted by poetry at all costs.
Rejected, the invitation came again.
I am eager for your invitation.
You didn't miss the other side.
For the simulation of nature, desire is not weird.
Poetry, naked, is staggering.
Faithfully dedicated to the mirror of love, waiting for the mother.
Poetry, speech, in the dark hall
Tenaciously take care of hungry souls and hidden bodies.
This has nothing to do with the ocean, wilderness or gravel.
Let's walk over, walk over, the front is unfathomable.
I don't want my last life to be defined as a candle.
Through the light rain at dusk
Mud begins with a pile of lies of blessing.
Time has covered my lucky eyes, and the balance of words is uneven.
I don't want life to be dyed like a meteorite by candlelight.
Windows are not for crying.
Say the wrong thing, black music.
The symbol of comfort cushions the heel of expectation, and poetry disappears?
The falling light drowned the miracle of life.
Life comes from nature, which is difficult and dangerous. Any slight environmental change will lead to premature death of life. Look at the extinction of many species, and you will know how fragile life groups are. As far as the individual of life is concerned, it is weaker and more fragile. Needless to say, human beings are facing threats such as diseases and disasters. It is more difficult for small creatures to live in nature. But the power of life is shocking, even for weak animals and plants. Tiny seeds cherish the gift of heaven and keep working hard. Roots are desperately drilling down, and buds are desperately squeezing up. Even in the hard stone pile, they are not afraid, just to accept the love of the breeze and the bath of the sun. A little ant didn't waste his life for a rare life. He is diligent and busy. Gecko in the corner can give up his tail without hesitation in order to prolong his life. These humble animals and plants can't bear the loss of life in vain, try to enjoy the fun of life and fight tirelessly. How can we humans who call ourselves primates ignore the existence of life?
Life is great, life is lofty, and no one will give up life easily. Everyone's heart is full of longing for life, so are healthy people and people with physical inconvenience. Healthy people strive for good health from their parents, while disabled people strive for persistence in life. When we admire the starry sky and experience the magic of the universe, Hawking is exploring unknown substances in the universe with his two movable fingers. When we swam across the lake and rippled in the blue breeze, Hasenmayer was exploring the mystery of the bottom of the deep lake; When we open the books and enjoy one pleasing article after another, Zhang Haidi may be on the collapse of the bed, struggling to write her desire for life; When we stopped in the Woods and watched the dead leaves falling in the rustling autumn wind, Shi Tiesheng might be immersed in the reverie of life. These incomplete lives strive for life without regret, because they know that life is unyielding and precious.
Montaigne once said: "Our life is endowed by nature, and it is superior." Life is precious, without it, we will have nothing. However, many living people always don't cherish the right to live. They treat themselves at will, and even trample on other people's lives: Chechen explosion, Palestinian-Israeli conflict, "prisoner abuse" by the US military, coal mine flooding, house collapse, lovelorn suicide, network death ... These heavy events warn us that life is so expensive; How precious life is!
When you breathe, when your heart beats, please remember: life is precious, precious life; Caring for life, playing the strongest voice that touches people's hearts.
Let the fire of life burn
The vast wilderness is endless. When the ape-man walked out of the forest and embarked on a journey, was he at a loss? The road ahead is long, not to mention the tiger's teeth are ready to go, not to mention the greedy eyes of the serpent. Cold wind, ice and rain alone are enough to make him miserable. However, a flash of lightning tore through the sky, bringing hope for life. Yes, that's it, fire!
Fire is hope. With fire, human beings have the basic strength for survival and development. Use fire to drive away wild animals and use fire to resist the cold, so that human beings can survive; Fire is used to reclaim land, build homes, cook food with fire, and bid farewell to unpalatable raw meat. With fire, human beings can grow and develop. Otherwise, how could Shakespeare shout in Hamlet: "Man, the primate of the universe, the essence of all things!" How can there be such a civilized and prosperous earth? Fire is the hope of mankind.
Hope is a flame. A promising life is like the warmth, vitality and smell of a fire. A hopeless life is like a lifeless pool of ice water, cold and lifeless, unhappy all day long, because there is no fire.
What made Sima Qian bear the burden of humiliation and go through all the hardships, traveling all over Qian Shan, searching for historical sites and searching for them? Kaki? Hang up? Are you really in trouble? Holding on to an umbrella? Why don't you punish me for being thirsty? Is it just right? Leftovers? What is this? Hey? Suffering from depression? Bath barium south m?
What makes a miner go deep underground but try his best to survive? This is a hope, a hope of survival. Like fire, play the potential of life and tap human instinct. After dozens of days of torture, I still have a firm will, and I don't give up or back down.
What kept Zhong Nanshan calm in the face of the devastating attack of SARS? What makes angels in white go forward and face up to SARS? It is hope, it is the hope of victory, and it will continue to move forward in the rapids.
The charm of hope is that even in adversity, it can stimulate your inner potential.
The greatness of hope lies in sailing forward even in misfortune.
The power of hope lies in that even if failure frustrates the present, it can inspire you to keep moving forward.
Hope is like a fire, igniting your life, making it appear in the burning and showing its true value in the glow.
Then, please light the fire of your life, let the burning fire reflect your true self, light up your way forward, and make life eternal in creating truth, goodness and beauty!
I don't know when I opened my sleepy eyes; I don't know when I cried. But it is still hazy and dim all around. ...
I know that wet and muddy objects are called soil; I know I have to break through the ground with tender leaves. I pushed up with weak strength, time and time again, I tried, time and time again, I failed. Finally, I saw the harsh golden light and heard the crisp birdsong.
Looking at myself, full of youthful green, although small, I still smiled smugly. Looking around, you can see the pure white lily standing gracefully, and the delicate and delicate roses exude a fragrance. I bowed my head in inferiority, and I realized that I was so dim, so small, so insignificant. ...
I release oxygen and absorb carbon dioxide like a pine and cypress, making the air very fresh and pure. But people just keep praising pines and cypresses. I can't get love, and all I get is fleeting light.
In autumn, the fallen leaves are full of sadness, and I also turn yellow. I recall the past: I decorated the earth with my own green body and set off flowers; I purified the air with my weak body. I silently dedicated my humble body to mankind, but what did I get?
At this moment, a sweet voice sounded in my ear: "look, how lovely this grass is!" How tenacious the vitality is! " My heart trembled, and I was as rich and fresh as a pool of clear water. I have also contributed to the earth like flowers and trees, and I have also been appreciated by people. A burst of relief came to my mind, and my life was equally wonderful. Although I am gradually drying up and disappearing, in the spring of next year, I will still be green, lovely, silently dedicated and without regrets. ...
Song of men
I want to sing a song. This is a song of life.
July 7, 2003, at 4: 30. I quickly took out Xinmin Evening News from the mailbox, just like in the past. Although the exam is approaching, reading newspapers is still my habit for many years. The line of sight crossed the first edition, the second edition and the fifteenth edition. Suddenly, my eyes lit up: Iranian conjoined sisters are going to have separation surgery! With a scream, the photos of the two sisters came into my eyes. Except for some skulls, they are no different from ordinary people, but their bright eyes are a little melancholy, but full of longing for the future. Knowing that they are 29 years old, I was shocked again: where did they get such great courage? This operation is a narrow escape! I am really worried about them. Faced with the threat of death, the two sisters are willing to leave the hope of life to each other. What a beautiful heart!
July eighth. When I got the newspaper, I broke the routine and went straight to page 15. According to my inference, this news should be reported continuously. As expected, almost all the pages published the news. However, the eye-catching title makes me feel cool: the operation is in trouble! I feel that the air around me is frozen, and I can only hear my own heartbeat. It turns out that their skulls are thicker than expected, so the operation takes more time, and the doctor can only cut one millimeter at a time. I'm more scared than them. All I can do is pray for them, and then pray.
July 9th. As soon as the time came, I hurried downstairs and quickly took out the newspaper. I can't wait to turn to page 15. "Oh, how come!" I cried, hardly believing my eyes. But it is clear in the newspaper that the two sisters are dead. Suddenly, my nose is sour and my cheeks are covered with crystal tears. The photos of the two sisters were enlarged and published in the newspaper. However, their smiles have become eternal ... The scene of sisters overcoming all kinds of difficulties and tenacious life in the past 30 years flashed before my eyes. Now, what a huge price they have paid for a brighter tomorrow!
I really want to sing a song for the two sisters, a beautiful and sad song with tears. While I am proud of their beautiful life music, I wish them good luck on their way to heaven. Perhaps, this is also the song that the two sisters want to sing most in their hearts, which is known all over the world. This is a song that pursues life at the expense of death. ...
When the long spring breeze blows the branches of willows green, when the sweet spring rain wets the eyebrows of the grass, the bamboo forest is covered with hairy pointed tails, that is, bamboo shoots. They snuggled up to the handsome bamboo and tried their best to absorb the rain and grow up. At this time, bamboo shoots are delicious on the table. People can make them into all kinds of delicious food and enjoy them. More bamboo shoots continue to grow, one height a day.
Summer God came, and bamboo shoots grew into green bamboo. In this hot summer, breathless people found their ideal small world-bamboo forest. Children play games here, students read books here, and old people enjoy the cool here. Everyone feels extremely comfortable. Dense bamboo leaves block the scorching sun, and even if they are burned by the sun, they will not yield. Occasionally, they will send a cool breeze to people.
In autumn, leaves wither and flowers are few and far between. The grass on the ground and the rice in the field make up a golden world. However, in the bamboo forest, the spring is still high, because here, whether you look up or down, it will always be green. Autumn is the harvest season, and the fruits on the mountain and the rice in the field are all harvested. Bamboo is always ready to sacrifice and dedicate itself. People use them to weave bamboo baskets and beds, and bamboo baskets are selfless when used.
The cold winter came, and almost all the plants froze to death. Although bamboo is not as strong as pine trees, it has to fight against snow like pine trees. It was crushed by the heavy snow, but it didn't fall. It was bent by the cold wind, but it never gave in. It finally survived the severe winter. Bamboo is indomitable at this time.
I love bamboo, which has always attracted me and guided me to go on.
The creator created life and made the world full of vitality. Life thrives in the long river of history, blooming with dazzling brilliance. Life is born wonderful.
Seneca said: "Life is like a fable, its value lies not in its length, but in its content." Only when life shines brightly can we not disgrace the meaning of life.
In the long river of history, countless heroes have made life and death choices in order to make their lives wonderful. Qu Yuan shed tears in order to make his life wonderful. Jing Ke, a great hero of a generation, sang "The wind blows and the water cools, and the strong man will never return" for a wonderful life, and spilled blood in Xianyang Hall; Wen Tianxiang, immortal because "no one died in life since ancient times, and the heart of keeping Dan is as bright as Khan", lay down under the Mongolian sword for a wonderful life; Qiu Jin, a "delicate and graceful" woman who built a lake, was killed by the Qing dog for a wonderful life. Countless heroic sons and daughters, unwilling to be ordinary, sacrifice their lives for justice and make their lives shine.
Life needs excitement, and excitement burns the brilliance of life.
Pasteur said: "Life is real life in the most dangerous environment". Grass grows in the ruins just to show its wonderful life; The pine tree stands on the cliff, showing its wonderful life; Camels run in the desert just to show their wonderful life. Only wonderful life can live forever in the universe.
Only when life is meaningful will it be wonderful, and a wonderful life will be meaningful.
Van Gogh's life was integrated with sunflower, leaving the essence of art to mankind, and his life was wonderful; Beethoven devoted his whole life to music and awakened mankind with the song of life, and his life was also wonderful; Marx devoted himself to the cause of capitalism all his life, and his life was also wonderful; Kong Fansen devoted his life to the people of Lankao, and his life was equally wonderful ... Ba Jin said: "It is better to die with a bang than to live in cold and loneliness. If life is meaningless, then end it as soon as possible. "
Grass dedicates green to spring and makes its life wonderful; A clear spring injects its sweetness into the hearts of thirsty people, making its life wonderful; The red sun transmits its warmth to the cold winter and makes its life wonderful.
Flowers bloom not for withering, but for results, and the results are not for ending, but for self-renewal. So is life!
Make life wonderful!
What do you see, what disappears, what disappears, remember,
I stand at the ends of the earth. Hear the sound of soil sprouting.
Waiting for the flowers on the other side ...
Perhaps everyone has spent his life guarding the flowers of life, perhaps the passionate sunflowers in Van Gogh's works, or the bright fireworks that lit up the night sky at that moment … but the flowers are always on the other side of life! Always waiting for our arrival, waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting. ...
Therefore, we call it the flower on the other side.
Kafka once designed four endings for Prometheus who was bound: hiding in a stone, being forgotten, or ... but he didn't design an ending: Prometheus stole fire for mankind and flowers bloomed on the other side of the earth. When it was pecked by a vulture, I think its heart is happy and its life is complete, because they can hear the sound of flowers!
I think this is the true meaning of life, for the moment when flowers bloom. However, our life can't be as legendary as Zenromesius, with colorful descriptions, so that the flowers on the other side can spread all over the world. Human life still has a soul, and the soul needs to be exported, so it is doomed to be incomplete. So, when we cross the height of life, let the soul fly and listen to the sound of flowers …
Facing the rising sun, flocks of flying birds and the boundless sea, we lament the beauty of life and the kindness of the creator.
While helping the elderly who are in their twilight years, holding the pure newborn baby and trying to enjoy it under their parents' knees, they also lamented the preciousness of human affection.
In the decades of ups and downs, in front of the loving partners who spent their lives together, we lamented the sacredness and loyalty of love. ...
When our souls have the best feelings in the world, life will sprout quietly. When this flower opened in front of our eyes, we engraved it deeply in our hearts, slowly emitting a faint fragrance and pulling the heartstrings tightly. When we turn around, the angel of love stands on the branch and looks at the blooming flowers on the other side of our hearts …
Because flowers bloom, so happiness, because happiness, so life is valuable. In order to live, we look for love, good human feelings and wait for the sound of flowers. ...
Facing life, flowers bloom on the other side.