It has been raining for a week, and there has been no sunshine for some time. Sometimes shouting, sometimes wandering. It's like the endless feeling of the King of Chu who returned to earth on the shore-looking at the rolling river flowing eastward and crying according to the sword around his waist.
The night disappeared.
Around, the wooden lights inadvertently convey the unspeakable feelings of people in the house at this time. Hazy and sad.
In the room, a flying insect is spreading its wings and trying to attack a concrete beam. The poor little guy didn't know that the result was despair and the ending was tragic. Although its fluttering sound is so inspiring!
Holding the slender neck of the lyre, I crossed it on my folded thighs. Tonight, I will serenade the secret communication between this grand world and nature.
The rope came loose with a bang.
The first song plays Spanish style, but the rhythm is cheerful and the music is smart, such as the carnival scene, which is hearty;
The second song is Spanish dance music, which seems to rotate warmly and shuttle back and forth like a shuttle, and the feeling of pride is wandering;
The third song is played by pigeons, with Cuban customs, romantic men and women, moonlight like water and true love as one.
The fourth is the song of the eagle, wandering in the narrow valley, unable to stretch its ambition. The mountain stands on the wall, leaving a jagged low, echoing in the boundless twilight and rolling smoke;
The fifth song is about raindrops, continuous feelings in the rain, lively thoughts, long nostalgia and endless scars.
The sixth song is Romeo and Juliet. Hey, you Shakespeare, why do you want to point out the misunderstanding and leave eternal regret, whining and sobbing?
The seventh song is sad Spain. If you don't play, why not compete with Nightcrawler who is hurrying in the mud?
The eighth song is two springs reflecting the moon, ah, that encounter, that desolation, that painstaking effort is as fragile and sensitive as a poet.
-Stop here.
I only hate my mother. Her love song of life is so unbearable!
Life is like a song Prose 2 When my thoughts are messy, but my pen is not messy, I will light a star in my mind, let the swaying starlight illuminate my thoughts, and let the elegant songs ring from my heart. At this time, my pen no longer has to face the noise and grievances in the world of mortals, but can fly in time and sing in silence. In silence, I feel that years are like songs, which can make life step on the dance steps and breathe in leisure; You can see the towering distant mountains in the misty rain; You can listen to the call from your heart. Heart is the direction of fate, heart is the joy of years, and heart is the sorrow of years. You don't have to look back at the past years, you don't have to lament the past years, even if your heart is old and your hair is pale, there are still years to write. If the years are ruthless, you can make a solemn and stirring song, so that your will can be tempered in the solemn and stirring, and your life can wander in the solemn and stirring.
The sun rises as usual, Chifeng city is noisy as usual, but it is bustling everywhere, and the years are like songs. The fate of life is changeable. To survive, you must be young and energetic. We should believe in all kinds of hardships, walk past, there is a sky ahead, and complete the mission of life with unyielding soul, even if we start from scratch several times.
Time flies, just like the tidbits of the four seasons of life. Days turn over and over, and one day they will be lost. There is not much time for you to wander around and enjoy yourself. When hesitating, you can't give up your beliefs and yearning. Anyway, my heart will always be young and my pen will always shine. There is always a strong song in my heart on a cloudy day without sunshine. Write a wonderful life article with my life, then the days in the years will bloom like flowers in my life, and the meaning of life is just as Pavel Colta King said: "When I look back, I won't regret because I wasted my years; I will not be ashamed of doing nothing. " Struggle all your life, pursue all your life, even if you don't realize your ideal and reach the predetermined goal, your life will shine brilliantly.
Time passes like water in life. No matter how hard life is and how long the road is, you must go by yourself. Why not pour a pot of wine, write a poem, and sing in the boundless moonlight on a cold night, so that people will no longer be cold and hurt. There is always rain on the journey of life. A belief, a kindness, the journey will be bitter with sweet.
Time is like a boat drifting in life, in which romance is also the aspiration of the heart, and in most days, what is more needed is calmness and generosity. People can be poor all their lives, but they can't live without a noble heart, noble eyes and tattered clothes, but their spirits can't be reduced to beggars. Even if everyone in the world doesn't understand, there is no need to yearn for it. You can hide in the depths of the mountains, with mountains as neighbors and birds as companions, and experience the language of Buddhism and the true meaning of life.
Years will grow old and days will fade away. Why not lock wrinkles into smiles and let kindness continue the beauty of spring? Why not dance with fallen leaves in autumn, give the experience to the fruit, and then jump freely on the earth? Aging is accompanied by years. When you get old, you become a spring silkworm. If you are old, you will become a candle. If you are poor, you will complete a beautiful scenery.
Life is like a song prose 3 A drop of water is really not much, but it makes me suffocate, not because of its beauty, but because of its kindness. He treats people with sincerity and never asks for so-called return. As a member of the water, I am proud of it.
As for how a drop of water came into this world, we don't need to refer to it. Its arrival makes us inseparable, inseparable, and it combines with us with the mission of life. He is our important friend and indispensable partner.
The reason why I admire water is not only its greatness, its dedication without complaint, but that it is really my confidant. It can judge the smell of tea in the handle of my car, and it can judge the three flavors in my life. I love her not only because of her gentleness, but also because of her tireless persuasion. It relaxes me from now on, and it eliminates the toxins contained in my blood. A drop of water is the end of life, tiny but perfect.
My mother is the first drop of water in my life. I swam in the sea and sucked her sweet milk when I was a baby. She gave everything to feed my sunflower. Years have eroded her health and time has increased her wrinkles. When she has three thousand white hairs, even though she is ill in bed, she still cares about her children. "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will dry the wick every night" is a vivid portrayal of mother. This is better than "thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body". Makes people feel deeper into the spinal cord. Of course, countless words praising maternal love can't express my gratitude to my mother. And my father is like the soil in the water, which makes me deeply rooted in his soil, gives me nutrients and straightens my growth. But his strictness scares me, forever like a mountain, deeply pressing on my mind. What kind of love is really heavier than water. My lover is another drop of water in my life. She is unknown and has no regrets. She resolved my loneliness with gentleness and nurtured our children with youth. Her fighting spirit embodies the virtue of gathering women in China. I remember when I picked aloe leaves, a clear juice flowed out. At this time, she will feel that picking too many leaves will hurt. I will never forget that when my soul was about to dry up, it was her arrival that eased the thirst in my life. I love her like dew in the morning, precious and sweet.
The ancients said that "goodness is like water", and the word "goodness" should come from the great mind method in Buddhism, which shows that the ancients evaluated water so highly. It is its selfless dedication that makes us show such respect and care for it from generation to generation. However, every drop of water has never been proud of its condensed kindness. They are so humble.
Of course, from the chemical equation of water, we can find multi-purpose water, which has many names, but its properties will never change, even if it flows and solidifies, it still maintains the cold essence. As for her heating and boiling, the air will eventually condense into timely rain, nourishing the hearts of all things.
However, she is lonely today, like an elderly parent. When children grow up, they all go their separate ways and have no time to pay attention to the ordinary water in life. Even they made fun of themselves and made her unfairly polluted. A drop of water, she can't cry out the pain she has endured. She gave the love of her life. At this time, she looks so pale and old, like a beggar. Maybe, she has been ill. Although I can't speak, I still can't get the care of my children. This is the embarrassment of water today and our sorrow tomorrow.
No one realizes the importance of a drop of water to people on the Loess Plateau, and no one realizes the desire of a drop of water to people in the desert. The loneliness of a drop of water is not its solidification, but when she flows, she has made her life so perfect. Only people who understand can sigh the achievements of hundreds of millions of years of hard work! And how can a confused person know? I think it's right. It is not until one day that these people will lose them that they know her dignity, and then it will be too late.
Of course, water also has its ruthlessness. I remember going swimming with my friends when I was a child. A child who can't swim with us jumped into the water when we were on cloud nine and never came back. This is the pain of my life. That was also ignorance of water at that time. I will pass this lesson on to the next generation, so that they will always remember that water also has its sorrow.
When things reach a certain limit, things tend to develop in the opposite direction, and a drop of water can't break her limitations. I am grateful for this drop of water in my life. She is still alive. She gives me pleasure and enjoyment. Of course, I will never forget the pain she caused, as if she had trapped my body so tightly that my life could not breathe freely until now.
Life is like a song. Singing changes mood, and mood makes life ... This has always been my signature, and I have been showing it for a long time. In fact, life is like a beautiful melody, with a light singing part, a steady stage, a joyful segment, a feeling time and, of course, a climax part ... Many musicians before 80 have the same understanding of whether old songs are good or not as I do. ...
You asked me when I would go back to my hometown, and I asked myself softly, not at this time, I don't know when … Some songs, listening, cried; You ride in your car, I climb my slope, you are affectionate, I have the song of lovesickness ... Some things hurt when you think about it; A road leads to the ends of the earth, and two hearts depend on each other. Wind can't blow away vows, and rain can't wet romance. One road leads to thousands of waters in Qian Shan, and two hearts have no regrets. The moon and the breeze are lovesick, flowers are good and herbs are affectionate, helping others and having fun in hardships ... What intoxicating poems make people calm down from the noise in the midst of flowers and great events?
Every parting in life is for the next gathering, but why can't we determine the time of parting when we meet? Why does gathering always give people a sense of distance? Is it true that in this world, the short is gathering and the long is parting? Every party is desirable, but why do some people always get together and leave? Play a farewell song to precipitate the sadness of missing the grave.
Walking under the weeping willows by the river, I heard my favorite melody, which rhymed. All the waiting is no longer waiting. I have chosen you all my life. Meeting you is my fate. Looking at you is my song ... At this time, the autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is not very strong, just a ray of annoying bleak leaves rolling a few early red maple leaves in the autumn wind ... Don't wake up Yang Liuan's lingering past, turn into a ray of light smoke and disappear in the distance, writing a faint acacia.
The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you; The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that I am so obsessed that I can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you so much that I can only bury it in my heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that I love each other but can't be together; The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible. The ending of Nai Nai's story is the ending of this song?
I leaned against the windowsill and looked at the familiar streets and streams, making the familiar scenery, trees and mountains and rivers more and more blurred in my eyes, and letting tears drop into my dried-up heart. ...
Not all parting has tears. Seasons, staggered in the passage of time; The fate of life, lost in the crisscross of seasons, time flows slowly, slowly polishes, deeply buries all the throbbing feelings ... A breeze blows, and we greet each other. No one understands that our silent heart is like a song, day and night, just like you don't understand my sadness. ...
The world of mortals has its own infatuation, don't laugh at it. If it weren't for some cold bones, plum blossoms would smell fragrant ... what a wonderful encounter in the golden age! Even if you still want to leave, it's like a flower leaving a branch. But those once beautiful lingering still touch the long years. Even if all the feelings can only be buried in the spring mud like falling red, the agreements of past lives are still tirelessly reincarnation in the world of mortals. ...
The world of mortals is rolling, the tide rises and falls, gathering and parting, hating and hating, and sharing life and death. Why not race with the bull?
On the most helpless road in life, what is the most lasting motivation, which gives us the most selfless help and dependence, and makes us feel incomparable warmth and comfort? That is-affection. -Inscription Some people say that life is like a long journey. There are smooth roads and detours in the journey. When we reach our destination and look back, we will find that the journey of life is full of joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, and even a little loss. All this constitutes the whole journey of our life.
Years ago, several colleagues invited me to a party, so I invited my good friend Yi to go with me. I never thought that on the way home from dinner, he accidentally fell down, causing intracranial hemorrhage and underwent craniotomy. When I looked at Yi lying in a coma in a hospital bed, his big bright eyes were closed, and the familiar voice, face and smile were completely absent, my spirit collapsed instantly. If it weren't for me, Yi wouldn't have suffered such an accident. However, no amount of tears of regret can help. I always thought death was far away from us, but I didn't know that the distance between life and death was so close. I hold Yi's hand tightly, and the only thing I can do is to pray for him again and again and pray for his safety.
Although I know that people's life will not be smooth sailing, and it is impossible to be sunny forever, there will always be many twists and turns, many unpredictable and even irresistible misfortunes, and even lifelong regrets. In the face of this near-catastrophic accident brought by our "kindness", Yi's wife, parents and his sisters chose "tolerance", and they silently bear huge mental burden and psychological pressure. It hurts me to look at their eager eyes and their tired figures spinning around for 24 hours.
During the period of regret, worry, running around and guarding Yi, I saw Yi's wife Hui Ping and other relatives crying and suffering in the face of this sudden "catastrophe", but they didn't respond to all this with sighs and despair, but guarded him with love and true feelings. The power of kinship is enormous, and Iraq has gradually recovered under the careful care of her relatives for more than 60 days. The doctor said that Yi's illness can turn the corner, his own physique accounts for a small part, and meticulous care of his relatives accounts for the vast majority. This made me understand the uniqueness of family ties in Song of Life. Affection, though simple, is very warm, just like that long trickle, quietly flowing in every detail of life.
Looking at this touching truth, I was moved for a long time and thought a lot. Life is so precious to everyone. We can't predict our own life and death. What can we have in the present journey of life? Every morning, we always wake up from the shackles of countless yesterday and are busy thinking about tomorrow's livelihood. Compared with the vast universe, a person's life is like a brief moment when a meteor crosses the sky. What he really has is a breath in his chest. Therefore, the most precious thing in life is not what you can't get or lose, but what you have now.
Everyone's pursuit of happiness is different, and their understanding of happiness is different. Although Yi's marriage is not romantic, it can be described as "respecting each other as guests". Yi's mother said that she often watched other young couples holding hands, and her son and daughter-in-law always came to her husband's house in tandem. However, when Yi was dying in the hospital, his wife, Hui Ping, endured great grief and always took good care of her. She was tired, so she sat by the bed for a while. She was so sleepy that she took a nap in the next hospital bed. More than 60 days and nights, Hui Ping said that the biggest feeling is that "people are alive is a kind of happiness!"
Living is a kind of happiness! What a simple sentence. Hui Ping's perception shows that human happiness is a process from desire to satisfaction and from satisfaction to desire. We have been looking for our own happiness, but we never know whether we are happy or not. I have read such a passage: "Happiness is tangible and meaningful, that is, having food, clothing and shelter, which solves the problem of adequate food, warm clothes and security." It is unfortunate to eat less and eat more when you are full. Warmth is subject to temperature, and it is unfortunate to be too cold and too hot; Taking the nest as the root, a hut can prevent both natural disasters and man-made disasters. Wind and rain do not invade, thieves do not enter, and power does not disturb. " After experiencing the reincarnation of life and death at the end of Yi, and then savoring the above passage, Yi family and I have our own standards for happiness, that is, happiness after pain, peace after danger, success after setbacks and recovery after serious illness. Only after experiencing the hardships of life, can we feel the profound meaning of happiness and happiness.
The experience at the end of the year made me realize that "life is like a mystery, the past days are mysteries, and the unknown days are mysteries." A new year has begun, and I have a deeper understanding of "respecting the importance of life and fearing the fragility of life". We should not only understand the value of our existence and the true meaning of life, but also immerse "cherish life" into our soul and bone marrow, making it our duty and motivation to watch life. No matter how fragile life is, remember to live well, no matter how helpless your soul is, don't let go of your insistence on life easily. Life is like a song, and family is infinite. We should be grateful for life, cherish life, grasp the present, cherish happiness and never give up!
Life is like a song. Prose 6 Countless nights, I started smoking. I took a look at the extremely sharp cold light shining inside, which I spent a lot of money on when I was traveling in Shangri-La. I imagine the joy of killing and slaughter, the fragmentation and bloodiness. As a woman's calmness, I have grown a little stubborn and hard, and my nature and words and deeds are always infinitely close to men. There is great potential hidden in my bones. When some things necessary for life can be easily possessed, I feel like an evacuated machine, driven by power and blindly rotating, and the nutrients I crave are only directly related to my mood. Need to depend on each other, need to have a real individual who can open his heart and talk directly.
So I fantasize that I can get it easily from different people, and I try my best to burn it every time, but I always end up in failure. It turns out that the joys and sorrows of secular desires are still growing in his heart! Pretend to be numb to some objects, but always insist on competing in another form. Tears are not derailed, souls are not derailed, and feelings are not derailed. Life is a long journey from the beginning to the end, and real life is always full of responsibilities. Building an ideal building in cold and hard makes you unable to resist and remotely control the huge valve of fate. No matter how hard you struggle, you always climb in the direction set by God. Sometimes I cry in despair, sometimes I am infinitely sad, but I can dry my tears and have to move on. There is too much garbage and filth in the living space. Who can go into battle lightly from beginning to end and be clean all his life? A life without mistakes is painful, and a soul without filth is devastating. In the cycle, it is finally unrecognizable. The relationship that has suffered changes is wonderful, but it is also painful. The life of success and failure looks magnificent, but it is also a sword. If you let life curl up in the corner, it will only be timid and indifferent. If life is accompanied by flowers and applause, it will wither, be submerged and sink in autumn and winter. When life makes us sigh and smile stubbornly, no matter whether our feet are smooth or muddy, we should pretend to be relaxed and sing all the way. When life hurts us, smile and say thank you. Who can really get rid of that helpless moment? Everyone has a clear screen in his heart, knowing who is a friend, who is a relative and who is love. Our quiet dance academy is only because we know that we are spectators and actors. No one has the ability to dominate the stage, and no one can destroy the mystery hidden in life. Therefore, on the stage of life, it is difficult to escape the role that must be played. If you are separated from your lover for too long, there will be no emotional and physical traction in your life, and you will repeat the same work and things every day. People are like a bunch of boring things, without joy and happiness. Therefore, drinking and smoking waste precious life in mud and emptiness, let it die of old age and let it squander.
In the face of extreme vanity, who can laugh it off, who can face it calmly, who can sing the childhood songs again. When the joy stops, when the smile stops, what is needed is not self-mutilation, but to stand on a high place again, hold your breath, point to the unknown, or try to rise up and make a final sprint.
Facing the future life, I once again regard wine as a song, once again overlook all beings and once again play a high piano sound.
Life is like a song. I don't think it's early summer. The light rain is falling, nourishing the growth of all things and nourishing your heart and mine. Light rain pounded my heart and moistened the memory of that year. ...
Once upon a time, we were all persistent dreamers, full of enthusiasm and striving to grow towards the sun. Life is fearless, firm and has its own strength, not afraid of mud and bumps, leaving our deep footprints in the wind and rain, and the heart wall of the fleeting time is full of fragrant flowers. How nice it is to meet someone who makes ripples in your heart as soon as you meet, and makes you open like a flower in an instant.
Many people, walking and feeling, are talking and talking. After all, superficial love can't last long, and feelings can stand the test of time. Two people who really love each other will go through many tests, not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, and live and die together. Love is that two people who love each other care about each other and give to each other, instead of blindly possessing them. There must be a deep understanding behind true love. The most beautiful meeting in life is the meeting of souls, the person holding hands, the person who never wants to let go, the person who wakes up your soul, the person you waited for in your previous life. People who miss each other are always mutually exclusive, even if they stand on the opposite side, they can be indifferent and turn a blind eye. No matter how far apart someone is, your presence is enough to awaken all his senses, and they will meet each other across Qian Shan.
Don't always sigh that time is passing quietly, and don't always complain about the ruthless change of time. We are very busy every day, running for our lives, and occasionally calm down and ask ourselves what we want most in this life. What is the meaning of living in this life? Excessive pursuit of fame and fortune will be harmed by fame and fortune; If you pursue money too much, you will become a slave to money. Money is an external thing, as long as it is enough. The criterion for evaluating a person is not how much wealth you have, but how much value you have created and how much contribution you have made to society.
The society is progressing constantly, and we are all tiny members. Rivers flow to the sea, and everything grows by the sun. Life is a process of self-achievement, self-transcendence and self-worth, so as to better serve the society. Bacteria will naturally grow in corners where sunlight cannot reach them. If everyone brings their own light and heat, is enterprising and willing to contribute, the world will not be cold. If people are kind, society will be harmonious, and if people are beautiful, the world will be beautiful. Look at the world with a beautiful mind, the world is beautiful. A blade of grass and a small flower have their own fragrance.
Zhou said: "Faith is the inner light, which illuminates a person's life." One cannot live without faith. Without faith, the spirit will be scattered. God gathers, is determined, is scattered, and ghosts and gods drill. Love is like faith. You are my world and I am your sunny and rainy day. There you are, clear sky Wan Li; With you gone, the world is gloomy.
Life is both a Dojo and a constant practice. We walked hand in hand, through others, through ourselves. Life is ups and downs, stumbling all the way, some grievances, slowly letting go, some right and wrong, drifting away. Discard what should be discarded, put down what should be put down, and life will continue to get rid of the old and embrace the new, greet every brand-new tomorrow with full enthusiasm, create a perfect life and shape the best of yourself. The taste of the world is pure joy, leisurely drinking tea, reading and splashing ink. Repair the years with the needle angle of time, and purify the soul with beautiful poems. The rings of life are written with wisdom and maturity, and the most beautiful thing in the infinity of time is to look back and smile.
We live far apart, and we are soul mates. You warm me and I am attached to you. Life is like a song, and the years are quiet. We walked all the way, we held hands together, very happy and beautiful!
Author: Jiao Yang