Taste it and say: the eagle belongs to the same family, and its name is Falcon. Every year during the drought, flowers and trees wither, roe deer rabbits die, and flocks of falcons are exhausted. Or fight in the sky, and go to the HarmonyOS system, looking for the top of heavy mountains, or collecting wings and feathers, flapping dust, and settling on carrion. The former is proud of the eagle, while the latter is ashamed of the vulture. I heard here that the year of drought is also a time when falcons face setbacks and pains. Their aspirations are different and their future is different. Where to belong and what to do.
However, all things in the world, suffering and setbacks are not just that. The vast expanse is dry and there is nowhere. Have you ever seen a big stone flowing through a clear spring? So is the frustration this spring. Those who choose to retire, covered with the shadow of stones, hide in the forest and rot over time, not famous in the world; However, the people who entered were not afraid of obstacles, and repeatedly hit a million times, but turned into a ravine and stopped the boat. Did you see the wind blocking the cliff? The frustration of this wind is also. Those who choose to avoid it are scattered outside the mountain, and they disappear for a while, and the whole army is wiped out; Those who choose to move forward will continue to grind for hundreds of billions of years, and it will be a day covered with red deserts and flying sand. The shape of things depends on what they are and also on setbacks.
On the other hand, in the long river of history, there is no choice but to suffer setbacks. Priscilla's action and Sun Shuaio's official position are all due to the suffering of adversity. However, touching the heart of history, it is not easy to aspire to be ambitious, but not discouraged by being tortured, and resolutely choose to live under great humiliation, and finally have a history of swan song, which makes later scholars sigh; There is also the ambition of the marquis of Wu, who inherited the virtues of the first emperor, devoted himself to serving the country, and pointed his sword at the Central Plains, and the list goes on and on. Although he made a mistake in the street pavilion, he didn't choose to quit, and then he went back to school. Finally, he became a hero and won an eternal sigh.
There are many people who are unhappy in life, who face setbacks directly, resolve setbacks and complain earnestly, but those who have ambition but don't give up can become excellent people; There are countless people who wander back after every little setback or boasting about pain, but no one leaves his name. It is known that there must be those who fall into the dust and mud, those who die, those who get up, and those who get enough; When an ape climbed to the cliff, someone must have accidentally broken his arm. If he loses confidence, he will die, and if he struggles, he will gain magical skills. There must be people wandering in the wind and rain. People who live in peace find a hole and live in it. Those who live alone and are ignorant all their lives. Those who stand proudly jump into the water and wait for the rainbow to be picturesque, then climb the highway and soak in the breeze. Don't bend over to fight rice. Tao Qian chose to retire and gave up his glory, so "Back to Xi" was told through the ages; In the face of danger and perseverance, Wen Tianxiang chose to die and gave up his official position, but this is a burning eye and a heart that shines forever!
I feel: happiness, pain, smooth roads and setbacks are inevitable on the road of life. Everyone has his own will but can't impose it. However, if you spread righteousness to the four seas and to future generations, you will not be afraid of setbacks. Those who are painful and have no determination can come!
2004 college entrance examination Sichuan perfect score composition: when encountering setbacks, laugh at the pain.
It's not easy to live alone all your life. The seemingly smooth journey of life is full of thorns, which often makes people miserable. Pain is to people what wind is to shacks, waves are to boats, and tongue is to the heart. Endless vicissitudes of life, I do not know how many narrow-minded people have been devastated by setbacks and magnified the pain; The world has lived for thousands of years, and I don't know how many weak-willed people are depressed because of setbacks and pains. I don't know how many cowardly people died in the abyss of perdition because of setbacks ... In the face of setbacks, don't magnify the pain, but face life squarely and reduce the pain until the day of success.
"Old age is also strong, it is better to move the heart of the white head; If you are poor, you will think about it, and you will not lose your ambition. " Wang Bo, one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty, can be described as "unlucky, his life is at stake". However, in the face of setbacks, he was able to master life and laugh at it. Imagine, without Wang Bo's broad mind, how could he sing the eternal swan song "However, China keeps our friendship and heaven is still our neighbor"?
Li Bai, the romantic poet, was silent after his career was not smooth? Are you depressed? No "Chang 'an went to a restaurant to sleep" laughed off the pain, left in the face of setbacks and traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers, finally achieving his eternal romantic feelings!
From this point of view, in the face of setbacks, we should not be too addicted to the shadow of pain and setbacks; In the face of setbacks, don't immerse yourself in the quagmire of sadness and pain all day; In the face of setbacks, don't be decadent for a long time and lose your immediate direction. It is a wise choice to meet setbacks and reduce pain. On the contrary, if you indulge in the pain of setbacks blindly, the result will be unimaginable.
Faced with the frustration of losing his second brother, Liu Bei couldn't let go of his brother's feelings and magnified his pain. As a result, he made a wrong decision in pain and rushed to send troops to attack Wu, which led to the eternal tragedy of "the white emperor entrusted the orphan." Pathetic! Pathetic!
The ancients set too many examples for us and left too many regrets. In today's increasingly competitive society, setbacks are everywhere. If you magnify the pain because of a temporary setback, you will regret it all your life. When you encounter setbacks, treat it as a breeze and let it blow gently from your ear; When you encounter setbacks, treat them as insignificant small waves, and don't let them set off stormy waves in your heart; When encountering setbacks, treat pain as a dust in your eyes. Blink your eyes and shed a tear, which is enough to drown it.
When encountering setbacks, don't magnify the pain. Wipe the sweat from your forehead, wipe the tears from your eyes and move on! I believe that one day you will see the blue sky, white clouds, green grass and the sweet smile hanging on your mouth. ...
Life is an unbeaten flower.
In fact, there is a Gobi desert in everyone's heart, and our lifelong career is to make it full of flowers.
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Happy life, there will be pain, some people can face setbacks and resolve the pain, while others often exaggerate the setbacks and enlarge the pain. Different choices, different life journeys, if you want to make the Gobi Desert in your heart full of flowers, you have to face setbacks directly, not amplify the pain.
A shell takes a lifetime to turn countless grains of sand into an irregular pearl, but after the rain, the beauty of the rainbow will accumulate countless water vapor. If all this is setbacks again and again, then setbacks have made dazzling pearls and beautiful rainbows.
Bing Xin said, "People only envy the beauty of a successful flower. At the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and sprinkled with drizzle of sacrifice. " If you encounter setbacks and still struggle bravely, then such a life is brilliant.
When Su Wu was demoted to Beihai, the sheep in Beihai bleated, as if welcoming the unyielding loyal subjects. If this decade's pain can be regarded as a setback, then this setback is undoubtedly painful, but the old man who herded sheep never magnified the pain, so more than ten years later, Dahan's Danqing wrote the unyielding loyalty of the nation.
When Zhao Jun left the desert, there was another camel bell on the Silk Road. "The Tatar song on the jade piano tells her eternal sadness" should not be a portrayal of her true state of mind! If you don't accept a painter, it will be a setback to eventually go out of the Great Wall, then it is a setback that has brought temporary peace to the people of Han and Hungary.
The actions of Su Wu and Zhao Jun should be an interpretation of the psychology of facing setbacks directly and reducing pain. Life is beautiful only when it comes out, but not when it comes out. Therefore, facing setbacks and dissolving pain is our best choice.
There is no need to mourn the autumn because of fallen leaves, and there is no need to give up the struggle because of setbacks. Because a flower can't wither and waste the whole spring, and a setback can't waste a lifetime.
It is often said that after the storm, there will be the scenery of Tianshui where seagulls swim, and after the thorns, there will be a broad road of flowers. In that case, what reason do we have to "enlarge the pain of life"?
Life is an unbeaten flower, and setbacks must be the nutrients that nourish this flower. A life without setbacks is an incomplete life. Flowers that don't nourish it will wither sooner or later.
Pain and frustration are two major problems in life. If we want the Gobi Desert to be full of flowers, only when we encounter setbacks can we alleviate the pain, save our strength and fight for new goals. flower of life will always be invincible, and the existence of life will have new and deeper significance!
When I typed these words on the keyboard, my mood had calmed down. Long before the legendary final exam began, I was thinking about writing an article for our old clock, a serious article, not a prose or a diary. But at that time, I was still hoping to walk with the old clock for another two years, and now it is completely shattered. If I turn schools into individuals, I will understand them. Because I care about my heart, I may make the same choice; But I can't help but feel that the root of this incident lies in the social fact that liberal arts students are discriminated against, and this inevitable sadness and injustice may always run through our lives. However, the article I want to write is not about these. I want to describe the old clock, literature and the ideal of something in my eyes.
( 1)
Go to Lao Zhong's office in the afternoon. Both Mr. Zhong and Mr. Zhou are surprisingly beautiful. Although temperament can't be bought by clothes and special days, it was slightly shocked by that place at that time.
Teacher Zhou inadvertently mentioned to me the composition "moved 10 1". I remember that it was arranged by Teacher Yan, and the composition paper was specially made with 10 1 for the sixtieth anniversary. It is difficult to write on that paper, but I still try my best to write my gratitude, yearning and respect on it (of course, only 1000 words are not enough to express these). She said she saw it. Unfortunately. She withheld my article and later took it out under the "pressure" of other teachers, but the collection has been compiled. She apologized to me and then smiled a little shyly.
The old clock over there talked and laughed with them, but he didn't know what he said (probably hurtful), which caused the laughter of all the teachers in the office. Then he went out to change clothes. When he came in, he was dressed in a suit and tie. A flat and handsome tie looked like a symmetrical tree, which attracted all the teachers' amazement. After wearing a tie, the old clock has a mature and intellectual beauty, which makes people want to stare for a long time and print this image in their hearts.
Today is a happy day. There is a relaxed and lazy atmosphere everywhere. But at the moment of talking and laughing, I suddenly felt tears surge up. I retreated to the corner to watch them talking and laughing, and the feeling soon faded, but suddenly I was moved like never before, and got rid of the disappointment and anger when I first heard the news, and also got rid of the dust that has been entangled in my heart. I still can't tell you how it feels. But I really feel it.
Old Zhong told us such a poem: A moment that should be eternal has come and gone unconsciously.
(2)
It was a long time ago that I first saw this old clock, so I can omit it. I seldom see him at ordinary times. I only heard that almost all his students admire him. Even if they say in front of them that he is not the best, he will be despised unanimously. In their description, the old clock is close to knowing his own fate, burly, quiet but practical. He devoted a lot of effort to his students and rarely appeared on important occasions, which made him look like a scholar. The most famous is his recitation, and it is his deep and rich voice that fascinates many students who have no preference for Chinese.
It was two months ago that I saw Lao Zhong again. The first half of my sophomore year was a hurdle for me. In fact, high school is destined to be a hurdle for me. You can't have your cake and eat it. The excessive pursuit of achievements and ideals always makes me live in a marathon. I am always dissatisfied with a part of my life and strongly demand change. My high school life may be the process of going through every hurdle and moving to the next hurdle. When I first entered the liberal arts class, I had high hopes for it, but the reality was always a bit unsatisfactory. At that time, I had just left my teacher Zhou, who had taught me for a year. She is a good teacher that most high school students may never meet, which has a great influence on me. I really regarded literature as my lifelong pursuit, and gradually found some ways and directions to work hard, starting with knowing her. With her help, I am full of confidence in my future Chinese study, but my second year of high school has met a huge gap, and there are some other students. After many times of reflection called "uprising", I finally got a chance to fill the gap temporarily after doing a lot of things I didn't want to do and hurting many people. And Lao Zhong, a "legend" in a grade, a teacher who met me only once, stepped onto the platform of our class.
The students in our class are very emotional. Even before the old clock entered the classroom, some comments about changing teachers reached his ears. Therefore, although his arrival excited many students, the overall atmosphere in the class was suspicious and even resistant. Even I am included. At that time, what I wanted to do was to pull back the results that had fallen behind in the mid-term exam, and of course, try to stuff things into my mind. The requirements for teachers' temperament are even more demanding. I even stole Mr. Zhou's standards to see him. So the first few lessons he gave us were spent in a strange tense atmosphere. When he lectures, he will keep rubbing chalk with his hands, crushing one and then picking up another, crushing one and then picking up another ... We look at him like wolves for fear of missing anything he says. As soon as the bell rang, he was immediately surrounded by his classmates Everyone is holding Chinese books, as if he were a lifesaver, hoping to throw him all the problems he has accumulated over the past few weeks. And he said nothing and never refused to accept these questions. Sometimes he will answer questions at noon and then stand in the classroom until after lunch time. When we came back from the canteen in twos and threes, he left with a book under his arm.
The change of this situation probably started with Zuo's Anecdotes. He had had five classes that day, and the last class was to tell this article to our class. At that time, our problems were almost over, and our mood finally calmed down. The Chinese class began to restore that relaxed atmosphere, and the old clock stopped kneading chalk on the stage. He strolled leisurely to the podium and said, "Zuo is famous for his lightness skill, posthumous title is loyal to him, and the people respect him. Posthumous title people only have it when they are dead. For example, when Mr. Zhong is 100 years old in the future, you can say,' Zhong XX is in the morning …' "He likes joking and often laughs at himself. However, what he said was never vague. Joking is just an explanation to help him understand things in simple terms, and it doesn't usurp the role of master. At that time, his understanding was more emotional. His familiarity with classical Chinese grammar, extensive knowledge and friendly and easy-going attitude gradually dispelled our doubts. I remember after class, someone said, "This is the first time since I was in high school that I didn't sleep in Chinese class!" " "This is really the highest evaluation of a teacher.
At that time, we forgot that Lao Zhong was also a Chinese class in three classes. I once thought about this and immediately comforted myself that the male teacher was in good health and was fine.
(3)
Often have a sense of crisis. This may be related to the environment where I grew up, but it is more because the road I chose is too rugged and difficult to walk. The ancients said, "If you have spare capacity, you will learn literature." Although the ancients meant that virtue comes first and wisdom comes last, it was taken out of context to describe the embarrassing situation of the current "literati". Literature has long been pushed to the edge of society, and sometimes it even becomes a tool for politicians, a pastime for the rich and an arty medium. The attitude towards classical culture makes contemporary literature face a crisis in both research and practice. I sometimes think naively that if I teach all my life and don't seek a rich and luxurious life, there will still be a lot of room to pursue what I like. However, a series of facts in reality are constantly breaking my fantasy, tell me (as Liang Shiqiu said! ) this society is inescapable, whether it is positive or negative, it must be accepted more or less. But there is one thing I absolutely can't accept, and that is to give up my ideal. So my life in recent years is almost a struggle between me and the two. The hope for my ideal makes me spare no effort to pursue a relatively comfortable realistic environment, but in the process of pursuing it, I still have to constantly fight for my ideal directly. Learning and reading have become the main contradictions in my life. Biasing on either side will lead to a crisis, and anyone who has experienced this situation should know that it is impossible to achieve a perfect balance.
In such a mood, the teacher is my lifeline. A good teacher is wise, he can give me directions immediately, so that I can spend less time dealing with exams; At the same time, he is elegant. Even when he has to study, he can still give us some extra inspiration, so that I won't look contemptible because I don't study for three days. It is precisely because this role is as indispensable as a life-saving straw that my attitude towards teachers is always utilitarian. I tend to feel teachers with reason rather than heart, and so do other important things. Poetry, for example, for me, just like chemical equations for science students at that time, was only memorized on the basis of a little understanding; Another example is writing. I have always felt that the life of "ten years of study and ten years of travel" is the right way. Words are only a medium to express ideas, and they are of little value in themselves. Perhaps this is a state of mind that high school students will have more or less, but it is indeed a kind of sadness.
Old Zhong is not a talented person. Unlike Mr. Zhou, he stood in front of the podium and dazzled people's eyes. Every sentence made you excited and excited, and showed the heavy accumulation in a beautiful and full way. The way he expresses his thoughts is simple, just like the mountain is at ease and Hong Zhong is singing. If you don't look up, you can't see its height, don't listen, and you can't feel its massiness. When he was speaking his composition, no lively classmates commented on each other, nor did he send a thick stack of model essays to him. He only listed our problems and solutions, one by one, and only read the article once by himself. But what he says is always clear and neutral; This is especially true when he says poetry. He said that some teachers are very passionate about poetry, but there is no way to touch students from the bottom of their hearts. To understand, you have to calm down, then calm down, understand the literal meaning of the poem first, and then experience and understand it yourself. He said that he would read "Sacrifice to Twelve Lang Wen" and he would understand when he cried. At that time, I felt very disapproving, because Han Yu and I are completely different worlds. After watching it several times, I gradually felt that I should be ashamed of not crying.
Sometimes I recall the poems I read in my first year of high school, and I am surprised to find that I have become strange to them. Although I recited it smoothly at that time, I even used it to "fool" many people, but they didn't belong to me from the beginning. Du Fu, Huang Luzhi and Zhang Xinzhai, I don't know if I really know them or just remember that they are a glorious name. Old Zhong said, "What permeates the soul will never be forgotten." It's only been a few months, but I forgot some articles I liked at that time. Then there is only one reason, that is, my soul has never participated.
I sometimes think back to my freshman year, the clearest and almost iconic scene, the high-spirited Chinese class. I always look up to Miss Zhou, but what do I look up to? Perhaps it is the knowledge she taught us, the skills of examination and her external gorgeous temperament, rather than some essential understanding and profound connotation of literature. I once joked that Mr. Zhou's lectures could not be separated from. Actually, it's not that she can't live without it, but that we can't live without it. Yu's articles are always scary, which makes people feel very big at first glance. As long as we can find out the author's meaning through circuitous language, it is already very difficult. But what can this bring us? There is only one sentence on the test paper: "What I said"? The reason why I concentrate on reading that awkward article is probably because it is a hot topic in the exam. As long as I understand it, there is no more flavor, so I don't have to bother. I have never been very interested in Yu, but my approach is the same: I laid some foundations in my first year of high school, but the foundations are just tools, not methods, not all. At this point, I am ashamed of Miss Zhou.
Maybe it all boils down to a sense of crisis. However, the literary palace does not welcome an enterprising person who is as worried as a lost dog.
(4)
To taste poetry is to taste the old clock.
I've never really heard a teacher tell a poem. In junior high school, I just recited it. I didn't learn it in senior three, and I couldn't get in touch with it. Old Zhong was the first teacher to tell us a poem. He was also the first teacher who inspired us to taste poetry.
Poetry in class only requires dictation, and some key schools hardly teach it. Our class missed many classes because of changing teachers, but Lao Zhong always thinks of these poems when he is in a hurry. I remember when he took our class, he had just finished learning the pipa, and most of the students could not recite it. The old clock made us write silently, which caused quite a stir. Old Zhong said, "It's like when you go shopping and see something good, you really like it. Why not buy it? " If you don't really like it, you won't buy it; Even if you buy it, you can't count it as your own thing if you take it at home. This is only now realized.
If possible, I really want to write down everything that the old clock says. But the memory is still being hurt by myself and the outside world, and there are not many things to remember now. However, the most unforgettable thing is to penetrate into the depths of the soul, which is very useful for removing the rough and extracting the fine. Of course, the essence of what Mr. Zhong said is much more than I remember. I'll just say my feelings here. )
Mr. Zhong seldom recites in class. We used to pester him to read Farewell to Cambridge, but he said he didn't read it because he didn't think it was enough. The poem he recited for the first time was Niannujiao? Red cliff nostalgia, only five sentences. He explained the meaning of those words first, and then said, "This momentum is higher than' gone forever'. A river of no return, a romantic figure with boundless waves. On the west side of the old base, the humanities are the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang, the Three Kingdoms-rocks flying in the air, crashing on the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow. Picturesque-how many heroes there are at one time! " As he spoke, he unconsciously lifted his body, suddenly went down, like white waves in thousands of feet, and braked backwards, as if he heard the loud noise of water hitting the rocks on the shore. His movements and voice are so natural, without the affectation of ordinary reciters. It feels exactly like Su Shi's portrait, and it is also a kind of high rhyme, which is full of momentum. I seem to have seen that avatar in a set of courseware. I wonder if Lao Zhong has seen it. Too much, for a moment, I thought he was Su Dongpo and had a romantic life forever.
He recited Yu Lin Ling for the second time. In fact, this is not Lang's recitation, because his voice is almost inaudible, or intermittent, like sobbing. We study, except in a lower voice, which is no different from the old children who inexplicably read "Laughing at a man's teeth like a dog's sinus". Nian Nujiao is in this key, and Yu Linling is in this key. The old clock paced between the desks and whispered "Yu Linling". That feeling is "I have nothing to choke on."
I remember in a class in Grade One, Teacher Zhou asked us, "Where did you wake up from tonight? Good-looking? " Someone said yes, and she said, "No, this is a touching scene. This is a sad scene, not a beautiful scene. " Actually, to some extent. Reading a poem, if you can read its sadness, tragic, parting feelings, melancholy and desolation, even if it is melancholy lingering in your heart, or even really "speechless", it is also beautiful. Even more beautiful than ordinary beauty.