One day, the sky is still blue, the wild lily is still fragrant, the girl under the street lamp is still blowing bubble gum, and the story of the stars and the red sailboat will still be in front of my eyes forever.
One day, I did everything I wanted to do, learned everything I needed to learn, and went to all the places I had never been. All thoughts and don't want to, should and shouldn't, have become the past tense.
One day, the warm star rain is no longer strange, the fairy tale outside the window is no longer slipping away quietly, the blank postcard is no longer locked in the dusk, and the lonely umbrella is no longer covering your eyes and your heart.
One day, we will walk among the maple trees, have a heart-to-heart talk, watch, listen and talk. The seventeen-year-old swing is still young, watching the morning mist splashing on the ice, listening to Chinese milk vetch falling asleep, and making our wishes beautiful.
One day, I will walk on the stone road with a pink umbrella and meet you unexpectedly. "Oh, we haven't forgotten that rainy afternoon."
Years alternate, it is a song, and the chord melody of one place always follows another place. They are in step, so they have an eternal distance and chase each other endlessly.
Notes in the distance, do you know that someone is chasing you to the death? The dense seeds you sow are dotted with the night, and she picks up the afterglow and condenses into illusory spots. You hold the vertical line of fate and plant unintentional fruits. She is in the distance, watering the blooming trees with the starlight you left behind. Time is like a continuous point on a vertical line. Casual stumbling ahead will affect the unknown fate behind you. The rose you lost later may be the future or the eternity buried between her pages.
That kind of life, staring at the stars in the sky at night, the brightest one, there is a dear little prince smiling at me, which makes my heart relaxed and soft. That kind of life, there is one thing that only I know and can't say, which makes me feel that I should live well and touch everything with my heart.
At least, we still have the color of the wheat field! Let those lost things be engraved into our lives in the form of memories, which will enrich our lives and make our smiles warmer. In this way, you won't be afraid of losing, and you won't have to grieve for what you don't have for a long time.
I quote poems and famous sayings.
A. grandpa told me that grandma loved phoenix tree most before her death. Li Qingzhao's' Wutong is more raining' is a kind of worry; Li Yu's Lonely Wu Tong locks the clear autumn in the deep courtyard, which is the parting worry of "cutting away the chaos"; Zhou Bangyan's "half an acre of tung flowers, a room full of melancholy rain" is also full of melancholy. Under the buttonwood tree, I learned a lot of poems and gradually understood the poet's mood.
B. I love Lushan Waterfall, "Flying straight down to thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days"; I like "Caiyun Lake"? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. "Taishan; I love the Yellow River Jiuqu, which flows into the sea and never comes back. I love the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and the apes on both sides of the Yangtze River can't stop crying. I love the simplicity of "the bright moon in Qin dynasty and the local customs in Han dynasty"; I like the beautiful south of the Yangtze River, where "red flowers in the sun are better than fire".
C. Language is Gong Zizhen's persistence in "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning it into spring mud to protect flowers". Chinese is the noble spirit of Wen Tianxiang, who has never died in life since ancient times and kept his heart open and aboveboard. Chinese is Su Dongpo's detachment and vivid expression of "Who says there is no shortage of life, and the flowing water in front of the door can still go west". Chinese is the helplessness and sadness of Du Shaoling's "feeling that Chinese is an era of tears and lonely birds singing sadness".
D pursuers have different purposes. Greedy people pursue wealth; Devotees pursue "illuminating others and burning themselves"; Scumbag pursues "as long as you live better than me, I can't stand it", which can be described as "little people are often sad"; What an upright gentleman pursues is "I am lonely with my dreams, and the morning light shines on the land of hibiscus", and the real "an upright person is upright and poised".
E. I felt the helplessness of Li Yu's ups and downs in life in the "flowing water falling out of spring"; I appreciate Su Shi's gloomy ambition in "Life is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon"; I listened to Li Qingzhao's thought about the ruin of the country and the death of the family in "I have done my best, but I can't worry about it." ...
Second, poetic language.
A. Mother turned on the dim oil lamp, and the warmth immediately filled the humble room. In the light, mother aimed at the eye of a needle again. Time and time again; Over and over again. In this way, my mother used that thin thread to string up one difficult day after another. Every needle has been carefully studied; Every line is full of affection. Looking at the mother's silver hair and the face divided into gullies by the wind and rain of the years; Tears can't help running down my young cheeks.
B. A friend visits/accidentally knocks over a cup of homesickness/a thick atmosphere overflows/emotions drift to an unrelated boat.
C wind said: forget her/I have buried my sins with dust/rain said: forget her! I have washed away my shame with tears! Only the grass won't forget/because the deep red blood has released a fragrance among the flowers.
D. Moonlight is like water, and water is like sky. Silent night, soft moonlight, I stood in front of the flowers and stared. The flowers were speechless, and I was speechless. I listen slowly, give me peace of mind, give me strength, this is love, don't say anything, don't think about anything, just like this, it's beautiful and quiet …
Third, use celebrities and life examples flexibly.
A. Fate is the sigh of the hero of the overlord of the Western Chu when he committed suicide in Wujiang River. Fate is the string of painful inquiries left by Qu Yuan on the Guluo River after being repeatedly excluded from serving the country wholeheartedly. Fate is Beethoven's tragic symphony when he was deaf in both ears. Fate is that the backbone written by Paul after his blindness is a brilliant poem.
B. backbone is the constant of Mencius' "wealth can't be lewd, power can't be bent". Character is the integrity of Li Bai's "being able to push the eyebrows and bend over to serve the dignitaries, being loyal and not suffering". The backbone is Chen Ran's awe-inspiring and meticulous "How can a human body climb out of a dog hole?" .
C.ah! It turns out that beauty is the sound of falling to the ground. It is a cicada that has lived in the dark underground for several years but can only sing in the sun; It is a little crow that comes and goes in a hurry to find food for its elderly parents; It is a wanderer who looks back at his hometown affectionately over the mountains; This is an unparalleled brilliant beating at the moment before the candle goes out ... D. The wind and rain are heavy, and the bird will not be afraid because it has a home; No matter how deep the sea is, no matter how big the waves are, the fish will not be afraid, because it has a home; No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, the deer will not be afraid because it has a home. No matter how slim the hope is, no matter how bumpy the future is, we will not be afraid, because we also have a home-our class group.
E. friends are like this, and the intersection is flat. But when you are depressed, she will talk to you to eliminate your depression; When you are in pain, she will really help you get rid of it; When we play together, everyone is very happy; When meeting, there will be endless topics to talk about; When I leave, what I can't give up is my deep blessing,,,,
F. In the mountains, Xu Xiake's footprints are also printed; In the stream, Li Bai's poems are also engraved; In the waterfall, there is still the sigh of Fang Xiaoru; In the smoke, there is still the sorrow of Yan Rui.
G. When I was a child, I longed to be loved by my parents, to hear my mother's kind call, and to see my father's kind smile; When I was at school, I longed for the teacher's praise, the little red flowers issued by the teacher every week, and the smiling faces of the teacher. I agree with 96| comment on other answers ***4 Report: 201-9-1816: 43 Enthusiastic netizens have this world and countless beauties. Life is short as a blink of an eye, and it flows away inadvertently between possession and loss. If you lose the sun, you still have starlight, you lose money, you still have friendship, and when life leaves you, you still have the kiss of the earth. When you have it, cherish it; Lost, as a test of life's true knowledge, as a struggle commitment of bumpy life. If you are honest, you give up hypocrisy; With enrichment, you will abandon boredom; With pragmatism, you will abandon impetuousness. Whether it is intentionally abandoned or accidentally lost, it only needs to be true.
Own, in some cases, generous giving up is not also a realm? What you lose inadvertently can be won back. If you are lovelorn, you can find it in spring, but if you lose your will, you should sharpen it in winter. But without laziness,
But you can't pick it up Too much desire becomes a burden. What can enrich and satisfy oneself more than having an indifferent heart? It doesn't matter if you choose, and then you are ready to take a mountain road [the questioner agrees] | Agree 0| Comment Report 2009-9-26 08:49 Crystal Love 0
This is the true face of the four-level heart. Success, like the moonlight shining on the flowers, the deep pool is slightly blue, no matter good or bad, no matter the detachment of success or failure, it is a post station with a whip and a horse, climbing high and looking far; Defeated, still dripping water wears away the stone and merges into the sea. There is a kind of pride that is poor and strong and does not fall into the blue sky. There is a kind of stubbornness of "being a self-taught person and constantly striving for self-improvement". Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, the painting style is still the same, just like the sea and mountains, familiar with the years, flashy and arrogant; Bear the burden of humiliation, Han Xin, snow pine, like a fairy with feathers, know how to take a step back and broaden their horizons, and refuse to give up eating because of choking.
Standing on the coast of history, I wandered back to the ditch of history: Dr. Chu meditated on Zehe and died without regret; Wei Wudi pointed the whip to the east with great courage; Tao Yuanming is carefree in Nanshan, drinking and picking chrysanthemums ... They choose eternity, even if they flatter and slander, they don't follow, which is a persistent choice; Even if the horse dies, it is only a hero's choice; Even if you are poor and have no food all day, you are willing to take pleasure in it and devote yourself to farming. This is an elegant choice. Some choices, emperors will become their great achievements, and sages will touch guests and become their eternal articles.
Sing the song of life with a smile, don't complain that life has given too much hardship, and don't complain that life has too many twists and turns. The sea has lost its grandeur without the rolling of huge waves; The desert has lost its splendor without the wild dance of flying sand. If life only wants two points and one line of smooth sailing, life will lose its meaning of existence.
Spring silkworms died, but they left behind luxurious silk; The butterfly died, but left beautiful clothes; Thrushcross flew away, but left a wonderful song; Flowers withered, but left a wisp of fragrance; The candle burned out, but it left a bright light; The thunderstorm passed, but colorful neon lights were left behind.
Tolerance is a kind of generosity, which can be selfless, fearless, dust-free and pollution-free. Tolerance is an open mind, a broader mind than the ocean and the sky, and a superposition, continuation and sublimation of broadness and generosity. Tolerance is measured, priceless and the basic law of life.