Looking at the bright moon in the distance, the cool breeze blows gently, and the sentimental person always touches the heartstrings and is in a trance. Li Bai has a poem saying,' I'm worried about the bright moon, and I'll go with the wind until night comes to the west'. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. When will there be a moon in the sky? I'll stop for a cup of coffee and ask. It seems that starting from him, looking up at the starry sky has become the exclusive enjoyment of literati.
Facing the vast starry sky, the literati see loneliness, want to say goodbye, and come through time and space with unspeakable lovesickness. Life is limited. Even if you are as free and easy as perilla and look up at the starry sky, you will still be full of sadness and sing,' When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know what year the palace in the sky is tonight.
Perhaps, people who often look up at the stars are always lonely. Facing life, literati regard loneliness as a kind of self-salvation, interpret the true meaning of life, turn it into words and light up the night sky of history. Because of them, the starry sky is no longer mysterious and distant, but sentimental: I wish people a long time and a long distance. Water is abundant, but there is nothing to say' in the literati's pen, the moon palace is no longer cold, and it will light up human reunion every 15th! The Milky Way is no longer far away, and every Tanabata will fulfill countless infatuated children!
There are literati living in the starry sky. However, it is not just literati who look up at the stars. The stars have never changed, but human civilization has already undergone earth-shaking changes. In the eyes of modern people, the starry sky is a beacon to illuminate the way forward for mankind and a place to gain great power.
Qian Xuesen looked up at the starry sky and said, "Is it an unattainable disappointment to look at the many shining stars on a clear summer night?" No, never! We must conquer the universe. "As a result, Qian Xuesen, who was only 24 years old, was admitted to study in the United States with 1935. Since then, his Starry Sky has been closely linked with the dream of a country and a nation. More than 70 years have passed in a blink of an eye. Looking up at this beautiful starry sky, I have painted dazzling light under his command many times.
Zhang Xiaolong, looking up at the starry sky alone outside the independent earth on the WeChat login interface. He stood there, expecting, facing the blue planet, as if listening to the call of another universe. Today, the number of WeChat users has surged to 65.438+billion, and this' figure' looking up at the starry sky has only left traces in the media twice. In addition, with the development of Internet information, people can no longer find more detailed information about him.
Loneliness and excitement are always incompatible with these people. A lonely watchman should be remembered by people. Because the German philosopher Hegel once said that a nation can only have hope if it has people who care about the sky. If a nation only cares about what is under its feet, it has no future.
However, we are not literati, we are all laymen; We are not great men, we are all mortals. We struggle in front of us every day, and we have forgotten' poetry and distance' in our hearts. How hard does it take us to raise our heads? How many people are still pursuing their dreams in the dark before them?
I think, always with a sentimental heart, people will not be too addicted to the real world, nor will they treat life easily. More than a hundred years ago, Van Gogh's Starry Sky was neglected. He sold only one painting in his life and died in poverty and pain. However, more than a hundred years later, Van Gogh's Starry Sky became world-famous and supported tens of thousands of descendants. Life is short, time flies,' starry sky' remember those who look up to it!
Looking up at the stars has become their' poetry and distance'. Facing the starry sky, they always look up; ? Facing life, they walk with their heads down, like the wind, without asking any questions.
Even if it is ordinary, we can look up at the starry sky.
When did my "looking up" start? At the age of 30, my memory is drifting away. Facing the starry sky, although the initial heart is there, it is as dusty as white paper, and the old heartstrings are afraid that it is difficult to compose the songs of the past.
I vaguely remember that when I was in primary school, I especially liked watching the cartoon "Nine-color Deer", especially the ending scene of "Nine-color Deer stepping on Xiangyun and disappearing into the sky in the eyes of everyone". At that time, I was just a child with a total angle, at an age of carefree and ignorant of human suffering. But I don't know why, whenever I look up at the distant night sky with my mother on a summer night, there is always a trace of sadness in my little heart: there is still a world in the sky! How far is it? Why is the home of Jiuse deer so far away?
Perhaps from then on, I lived in a lonely and distant figure in my young mind, which made me always like to be alone and entertain foolish ideas in my later life.
Throughout my youth, I was accompanied by books, especially obsessed with all kinds of popular science books. In Science Illustrated, I got to know the smallest quark in the material world. Like Jiuse Deer, it made me curious about the world around me and made me want to find my own "distant place". In "100,000 Why", I was amazed at the wonders of nature, explored the wonders of everything in the world, and had the courage that young people rarely have: I was young enough to overcome my fears and protect my younger brothers and sisters from falling asleep even when my parents were not around.
Books have become the' starry sky' of my youth, bearing all my expectations for the future. Even in the later days, because of the heavy reality, I spent more and more time looking down, but the child who likes to look up at the starry sky has not disappeared and has been living in my dream.
One day, he finally took me to a distant place, to the distant' south of colorful clouds'. At this time, I am a young man. Without the ignorance of youth, the innocence of childhood will fade. In a mountain village middle school, I completed my first challenge in life.
As a normal student, I was full of blood and made an early ambition to teach the frontier. Before I came here, I also made full mental preparations: I will shine the light of youth here in the next three years! However, when this mountain middle school hidden in the distant border came into my eyes shyly, I was still shocked:
A lonely four-story building stands quietly at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by several rows of simple bungalows. On the low wall, you can still vaguely see the words' a century-long plan, education-oriented'. A national flag raised in Ran Ran, accompanied by the fog in the mountains, fluttered gently in the morning breeze. In the distance, some houses were scattered all over the floor and smoke rose.
Such a picture, in the eyes of a painter, will be a rare scenery. However, leaving a young man in his prime alone in such a' beautiful scenery', I think what he sees is definitely not the beauty of the world, but the cold loneliness. After all, the nature of youth is to love excitement. In fact, on my first night at school, I plan to leave tomorrow: because I don't have the courage to look up at the stars here alone and spend three years guarding the mountains.
That night was particularly long. It coincides with the weekend, and all the children living in the school and the local teachers have to leave early. Because of the rugged mountain road, they had to walk a long way home. When the last child waved goodbye to me, the campus began to be silent. Standing at the gate of the campus, I was silent. Dusk comes quietly in this double silence. Surrounded by mountains, the school is getting quieter and quieter. Only the janitor's radio on the first floor creaked as if to pierce the frightening silence.
At that time, I didn't know what to do. I just looked at the empty campus blankly. All I know is that I'm leaving tomorrow. So what does all this have to do with me? Anyway, I'm leaving at dawn! Thinking like this in my heart, my empty heart calmed down and I didn't open my luggage. I just lay quietly on the bed in the dormitory, staring at the night sky outside the window.
The night in the mountains is so lonely that the night sky is extremely lonely. The stars are hidden in the huge figure of the mountains, only occasionally emitting a few poor rays of light. Only a crescent moon hangs on the top of the mountain, which seems to light up the mountain road home for lonely me. However, the moon is affectionate and hard to understand! Can I really walk home at dawn? After all, I came here with a dream after all the hardships. But, on the first day, I will shrink back. I hate myself like this, and I am afraid that this retreat will become a habit, which will make me lose the courage to look up at the stars.
Faced with the heavy pressure of life, Hamlet put forward the inner question of "to be or not to be", and his anguish and hesitation are undoubtedly heavy. However, at the moment, how much easier can I compare with him? In history, every progress of civilization is not because human beings can overcome themselves again and again, look up at the stars and chase their dreams when facing the choice between survival and dreams. Although you and I are both ordinary, in the face of life difficulties, can we only choose to retreat and spend our lives in mediocrity? Once retreat becomes a habit, it will be terrible!
Fortunately, ordinary like me, strong like me. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning lit up my curtains through the leaves in the mountains, I made the first decision without regret in my life: I want to stay and look up at my own' starry sky'. This starry sky may not be brilliant, but for my future life, it is the source of strength for me to overcome my inner fears. At any time, it will not be dim because it is small.
In this way, the distant' starry sky' south of the colorful clouds accompanied me through one lonely night after another, and accompanied me to practice my three-year contract with my dream. In the past three years, loneliness has tried to devour me countless times, making me surrender and retreat. However, in the end, it became my friend, and I learned to take care of my inner needs in loneliness.
Now, that starry sky has gone away, and my life has another starry sky. What should I do at this time? I think the loss is temporary, and the answer is always in the vast starry sky.
Born ordinary, no need to complain. Because it is everyone's right to look up at the stars. Great peace is insignificant under the vast starry sky. Because under the stars is our life. In this land, a down-to-earth life requires great courage. When life questions you, all you have to do is keep your head down and ask nothing.