In the long river of history, they are like people crossing the river alone in the dark to explore and find the true meaning of life. They stood on the wave of the times before others and fought alone.
They are the watchmen of life. They are a group of lonely and brave explorers.
Li Dazhao, we are looking at morality. In such a dark and complicated era, he shouldered a heavy moral burden with steel shoulders. Even when he was caught, he remained calm and didn't panic. He is confident. So fearless. The morality he adhered to, even when ordinary people were at a loss to see the future clearly, he held his head high and guarded his own ideals and the ideals of the Chinese nation. Because of such brave persistence, he has faced life and death calmly. He thinks that death and life are both part of life, and there is nothing to be afraid of. Because the position where he stands is not that short time, but the long river of life.
Therefore, he will always be admired by people, as a warrior who watches morality and as an explorer who thinks he is beyond the times.
Haizi, watching is happiness. He sang the expectation of the world and the yearning for happiness with heartfelt poems. But the world is so confusing and disappointing for him. So he sought the happiness he wanted at the cost of his own life. When the rumbling train roared by, he was probably very happy on the track! In that short moment, maybe he finally found the house he wanted to go to! Facing the sea, spring blossoms. The world is full of love and peace. When more and more people go through fire and water for money and power, he is the only one who sings alone in the crowd and explores the purest truth, goodness and beauty in the world with a clear heart.
Therefore, he is always remembered by people, as a poet who watches for happiness and as a singer who travels through the soul.
Cao Xueqin, what you are looking at is transformation. As the son of a declining family, he calmly observed this endangered society. A Dream of Red Mansions was his cry in the dark, and every word shouted out his anger at the feudal old society. It's a pity that he is just a watchman, and a person resists with his own weak strength. He turned Bao Dai's sad love into a mirror, reflecting the decay of feudal system and stabbing people's confused and numb hearts. In such a muddled society, only he can see himself clearly in the dark. He is watching a transformation, although he doesn't know where the road is.
So ... As a writer who cares about change and a bell ringer who crosses history, he will be remembered forever.
The chain of history is being pushed by them alone. It is precisely because these lonely watchmen stand at the top of human history in front of us that the light has passed through many obstacles and reached a new era.
Stand up straight
( 1)
"One is Yuan, and the other is flawless ..."
On the edge of the police dreamland, before flying to the summit, the waiter Shen Ying watered the crimson grass on the cliff with nectar every day; A dream of red mansions has lived for several years, and Daiyu will comfort Baoyu with tears all her life.
"A bitter tear, full of absurd words", when everything is gone, but the feelings are heartless, the only thing really waiting for love may be the hard stone at the beginning of HarmonyOS system on the Green Ridge Peak.
(2)
The border is freezing cold, and the silent North Sea makes Feng Gang over Siberia roar by. The yurts huddled in the ice and snow, but Su Wu, which held the festival, could not hide its loyalty.
He has been looking for 18 years.
Look, a harsh fairy tale of a ram giving birth to a lamb;
Look, a heroic "Xiongnu is not destroyed, how can it be home";
Looking at it, a rich and powerful country surrendered to the dream of four barbarians to unify the whole country;
Look, a minister puts the highest responsibility on the country and the nation. ...
Laugh it off for thousands of years. Whenever I meditate, I still think of the North Sea, which stands proudly in the long river of history. ...
(3)
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. ...
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
Yu Guangzhong, a poet, looked at the sea and sang in harmony with the Liusha River. It was the cricket that leaped across the Strait, singing heartily everywhere China went, with the autumn wind blowing across the Great Wall and the melancholy of the poet Jiang Kui. Listening and singing, what they describe with their heart is the watch of a generation and the voice of a generation. Wen Yiduo sang with Song of Seven Sons: "We are a string of pearls held by the sea, Ryukyu is my brother, I am Taiwan Province Province, ... Mom, I want to come back."
So a straight figure stands on both sides of the Taiwan Province Strait, casting a statue of soul of china, which reads: Watch.
Pay the watch and time to turn the sky into a meteor; Pay watches and meteors to burn the sky into eternity; Between eternity, stands a straight figure-Watch.
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As the sun sets, I stare at the sunset glow on the horizon, seeing not only the dying sunset glow, but also the new hope nurtured by a new round of red sun and sunset glow.
Mother said that she is my watchtree, willing to stretch out her strong roots for me to cling to.
My mother said that she was my watchstar, and she would point out the future with her firm and weak light.
The white hair has disappeared, climbed up her sideburns, and wrinkles unconsciously slept in her loving eyes. Staring at the mother who raised me, I am not only looking at a selfless and fiery heart, but also at the inseparable mother-daughter relationship between us.
It's like two angels watching each other, regardless of age or appearance. A look, a smile and a "good morning" are enough to express infinite affection.
The teacher said she was our night watchman. Although it is only a short process of stopping, meeting and hovering, she is willing to give us the most beautiful rhyme.
The teacher said she was our observation station. Although she will leave one day, I hope to give us the best things so that we can fly between the blue sky and white clouds with our wings.
I still remember meeting the head teacher for the first time three years ago. She looks so cute, like a petite child with dark hair. Is it because we are not sensible that your light steps are heavy? Is it because we don't work hard that your young heart is depressed?
I know that at this moment, you will say no with tears. I know your heart is watching us, blessing us and praying for us at this moment.
Like many watchangels who have been interdependent for three years, there is no distinction between you and me, and there is no distinction between high and low. I hope to open the door of happiness at this last moment, ring the bell of expectation and sprinkle the laughter of vigilance.
My dear mother has been watching me all her life, the sun in her heart My dear teacher looked at me, the seedling in her heart, for three years. Their gaze is a deep love and an eternal feeling.
The sunrise of the sun is another reincarnation, and there is another hope, staring at the bright round sun in the east and watching the love that will always be remembered.