Throughout the ages, behind those successful lives, the light of wisdom shines. Bruce Lee, the greatest kung fu superstar, has numerous admirers all over the world after his death for more than 30 years. He is Jackie Chan's favorite idol. Stephen Chow once paid tribute to him through the role in shaolin soccer: "Although you are gone, your spirit is still there!" Why is Bruce Lee's influence so extensive and lasting? What is the real charm? This is wisdom. She said in a TV interview in the United States that year: "Be flexible and invisible like water." He combined the wisdom of China Taoism with countless perfections and created his own era, which is unparalleled.
"Life is like a big river, sometimes calm and sometimes crazy." In the long river of life, it is impossible to be calm forever. There are peaks and valleys. Some people go with the flow, others struggle. Different choices determine different fates.
In the face of real life, everyone has many problems. We will always encounter all kinds of setbacks, and we will have such troubles. When we are teenagers, we have growing pains and pressure of study. When we grow up, we will face greater pressure of work and life. I don't want to grow up. I'd rather live in a fairy tale world, but I can't escape. What should come is coming after all, and we have to face it. Confucius said that the benevolent has no worries, the wise have no doubt, and the brave have no fears. There is no problem that cannot be solved, provided that you have wisdom.
Not long ago, a sad thing happened in Shanghai. When my son came back from studying in Japan, his mother rushed to the airport to meet him. When the son saw it, he asked his mother for money. In the case that the requirements were not met, he took out a knife and stabbed his mother nine times before leaving. Everyone is accusing the rebellious son of being unfilial, but to dig deeper, isn't this poor mother the maker of the tragedy? There is obviously something wrong with the way he educates his son. Such a human tragedy could have been avoided. I think both mother and son lack the wisdom they deserve.
Where does wisdom come from? Life teaches us a lot, and a good book also benefits us for life. We all have a beautiful wish, hoping that everyone can gain wisdom, be healthy and happy, and be happy for a long time. There is a Greek proverb: Three green buds grow in the soil of wisdom: good thoughts, good words and good actions. Wisdom is the source of happiness, the invisible wing and the cornerstone of success. Maybe the road ahead is not smooth, maybe there will be difficulties and obstacles, but it doesn't matter. Life is like a torrent, full of twists and turns, which will arouse beautiful waves.
I wore a 4749-day embroidered red wedding dress, rode the best horse in the county, and carefully laid soft satin in the bride's sedan chair; There's still a long way to go before my bride's boat. I was afraid that she was too busy dressing up to eat, so I asked the servant to buy four or five kinds of cakes. Three million engagement gifts were neatly tied together by green silk. In the past two years, I saved them with my own green silk. They all laughed at me. Do married women deserve my attention? But I ignored the worldly vision, because I have liked her for several years. She has been married for two years. She thought her fate was over. But she was abandoned by her husband's family. When she secretly rebuked Jiao Zhongqing for being a "small official without eyes", she couldn't help feeling glad. She hurriedly sent someone to her house to talk about the media. It is gratifying that "there are many opportunities to speak." Thirteen can cook, fourteen can dress, fifteen can play kung fu and sixteen can recite poems. What a good wife. "I think I can marry her soon. I'm proud of her. My family is very happy.
But I didn't catch her. April 19, it is best to go out and get married. We will hit the road at dawn. Along the way, we have a little guy to report. The bride stood up, tied her hair and put on her makeup. I tried to picture her in my mind, red skirt, slender waist, curved eyebrows, looking at her eyes. For two years, I don't remember her appearance, but I still remember how much I like her.
I can't wait for the sun to come out. I heard that she still misses Jiao Zhongqing. I'm afraid she won't marry me if she regrets it.
I'm not sure if she remembers me, but it doesn't matter. She likes reading, so she has a free study and two big bookcases to find books for her. She likes the harp. I asked a famous artist to make musical instruments and listen to her play every day. As long as she plays, I will listen. We have many days to spend together. We can get along with her day after day until she likes me.
When she got home, she had been soaked by two layers of clothes. I watched her being carried into the sedan chair and her hands were wet with sweat. I'm a little nervous. I can't say what it looks like. I just want to go home and see her as soon as possible and show her the daffodils I planted for her.
When I went to Lu Qing for a wedding, there was only half a stick of incense. I took a large group of people to see the dim shadows, and then they were carried off the horse blankly. Somehow, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd and the sound of splashing water was heard. In the picture, I saw red clothes floating in the clear pool water. My bride "took off her skirt and silk shoes and stood by the clear pool", but she didn't want to marry me.
Her head was washed away by water. I shook her hand. She closed her eyes and stopped looking at me. I remembered the hairpin and book I bought for her. I don't know whether she likes it or not. I remember the daffodils I planted in the yard. I don't know if she can smell them. I haven't had time to ask her if she remembers me. Her face became dim, and my eyes turned from her face to the blue sky and then to the darkness.
I had a long dream. In the dream, there are no regrets and no twists and turns. She and I ended our lives as we wished. We read books under flickering candles, spread daffodils hand in hand in the yard, and sat at the desk watching her play the harp. Bai Tianshui is very clear, but I want to take a bath.
I felt sad when I woke up.
Sadness is like a bowl of strong tea, which can be diluted by years. I remember when I was a child, my best playmate was washed away by the flood because of playing, and lay in bed sadly for three days. Then his family moved away, and I gradually lost my impression of him. As for Lan Zhi, I pretended to forget that my family didn't mention it and was busy arranging a new marriage for me. Life is dull, without joy and sadness.
This is the day when daffodils are in bloom. Looking at the clear tea in front of me, I will suddenly cry. She has her stones and I have my reeds.
The peacock flew southeast and stayed for five miles. In the kingdom of poetry, her story was told by later generations. Her love is beautiful because she is the protagonist. And I'm just a distant background in the poem. My love is humble and simple, because I am a supporting role, but it is also a kind of love, no regrets.
The young man with brown hair and torn crotch in front casually walked up to the old man begging on the street and lost fifty cents in his bowl.
The young man squinted at the old man and left with a light smile. Grandpa just glanced at the bowl gently, and then his face showed a trace of helplessness.
If it were me, I might throw that fifty cents back on the young man's head-it's not about money, it's about dignity. But to my disappointment, the old man reluctantly sorted out fifty cents and continued to face passers-by with a sad and helpless expression.
I don't know if I'm qualified to complain here. Maybe when I hate people littering in the street, I may lose my position.
I often walk on the unit stairs with a paper ball in my hand. If I accidentally fall to the ground, I just curl my lips and regret for a while, and then leave in a hurry under the pretext of being in a hurry.
When I see a smoker smoking in a public place outside, I always feel contempt for this stranger unconsciously, and then hold my breath and frown.
However, when I got home, I smelled the smoke I was used to. I looked at my parents on the sofa, but I didn't say a word and played computer by myself. I don't think I'm qualified to say that either.
In fact, when I face other people's reactions to various things with the attitude of "hating iron and not producing steel", I am also a school despised by myself.
I don't know if I can think faster than the speed of light, but I am deeply aware of my slow behavior. It is always easier to think than to say, and it is always easier to say than to do. Then when I worry about others, I will talk wildly, sitting on the sofa and talking wildly.
I am also the humblest mustard, the most unsmiling sand and stone, and the most lifeless leaves among all sentient beings. I have traveled all over the country, but they all exist like the background of the city. In fact, no matter where I am, I will never really reveal my true colors.
Most people, like me, are full of ambition but run with their heads down.
In order not to be different in the eyes of others. So we wrapped blx in a ball of sandpaper. Cowardly, afraid to resist, not brave and decisive enough. These adjectives, which I regard as "mediocre cowards", are not their own portrayal.
People always think that China people lack the sense of struggle. Always bear it silently and then complain. Accurately speaking, it is to complain first and then bear the burden of humiliation.
"Weak! Fight! Go and fight! Do a big job and do some public resistance! "
I would definitely say that.
However, I won't do it myself.
Perhaps, if I comment on what I have experienced from the standpoint of an outsider, I may give myself a contemptuous title called "cowardly coward"
While cursing everyone's lack of rebellious consciousness, they quietly turned their faces away, swallowed their words and complained privately. Therefore, I became a combination of contradictions and an individual with two opposites.
Not only me, but also more people who are buried in this society and live silently at the bottom.
Countless people make up my life, and then I complain about the weakness of this society based on my heart.
"I hate myself and worry about myself."
Winter is a quiet season. It has no vitality brought by spring, no enthusiasm brought by summer, and no depression brought by autumn. It brings us only silence, silence, as if guarding something.
Snow, a beautiful thing. Because it is created by nature, it always gives the world a good feeling. However, it appears in winter, such a silent season, so it will be so cold. I think, maybe the snow is infected by the silence of winter, and it has become silent. It makes me feel so sad, just like hiding a beautiful and sad story.
The sleet weather indicates the coming of snow. After school at night, I stayed alone in the classroom, reading, as quiet as running water, drowning my whole body. Lonely, rising, dissolved in the cold air. I sat by the window, the glass window was not as transparent as before, and the surface was covered with a layer of white tulle. Looking at the outside world through it, there is quite a hazy visual beauty. In this southern town, the temperature drops rapidly at night. Although it is nearly early spring, the wind is still biting and cold, like a dagger, gently sliding across my face. I walked in the deserted corridor with my light schoolbag on my back, clearly listening to my slow steps. It's so quiet around me, so quiet, as if I could hear my breathing evenly. Looking up at the night sky, it is not as clear as before. Large chunks of lead clouds covered it, covered the starry sky and the bright moon. But from that cloud, thousands of angel feathers floated down slowly, from the air to the ground, from top to bottom, so light that there was no sound. Can only float down silently and fall to the ground.
I reached out and carefully grabbed a piece. Cold white lay quietly in my palm, cold and without any temperature. Then, it began to melt, from a piece of white snow to a drop of colorless water, slowly passed out, flowed along the gap between fingers, fell on the back of the hand, mixed with dust, and returned to calm. It suddenly dawned on me that snow is a disguise of water. When it takes off its gorgeous disguise in front of you, you find it is so ordinary and common that you can get it easily.
In an instant, I feel dejected, and I seem to understand why snow always brings me beautiful artistic conception. Snow is telling the world, right? Telling unspeakable sadness, so it will appear in winter, and let the silent black cloth cover its sad color forever. Without being discovered by anyone, with time, it will disappear forever and be forgotten by the world; Perhaps, in a corner, it will also sigh for its own crystal. That kind of beauty, like a touch, will break. That is sacred and inviolable.
I stopped and looked at the sadness that fell to the ground, shining with beautiful silver light. I was so sad.
"After the first sunshine of dawn comes, they will become a beach, and no one will care about those tears, right?" I stood in the snow and asked some unanswered questions. The cold wind blowing on my face blew away my words. ...
I like to be alone in the room in the middle of the night, making a cup of faint green tea, watching the small leaves slowly stretch and fly up and down in the tumbling water, releasing the essence of nature and feeling warm in the dense breath. The dim light leans against the wall, and through the teacup, it flashes faint fluorescence and jumps with the fragrance of tea. ...
At this time, a little satisfaction made me temporarily forget the trivial things of the day and enjoy the fun of drinking tea.
I remember when I was very young, there was a ceramic teapot at home, which was probably a treasure left by my ancestors a long time ago. Although it is not an antique, it is my father's treasure. Father prefers teapot and tea. What impressed me the most was the way my father drank tea every time: just pour a small cup at a time, just like drinking hard liquor, and put it on the stool next to the chair, with people leaning on it and crossing their legs. With each sip, you close your eyes for a while. Especially in the summer evening, he will hold a fan in his hand, close his eyes and shake it, and his expression is melodious and free and easy, which is more leisurely than Jigong!
When I was a child, I used to watch my father drink tea so proudly, so I picked up the cup and drank it off, but it didn't taste anything. When my father saw me drinking, he said simply, "Can you taste anything without chewing it in your mouth?" I heard the implication of my father, so I took a sip from my father and put it in my mouth. I haven't tasted anything for a long time, but I feel a little bitter. I pouted and frowned and said, "You're lying! In fact, you don't know what it tastes like, just pretending to be profound! " My father ignored me and dropped a sentence: "When is the best food to eat?"
At that time, I stood in the same place and thought for a long time before I thought of the answer: "Isn't it the hungriest time!" But even if I got the answer, I still couldn't understand my father until that day. ...
One summer noon, I helped with farm work in the country. Under the scorching sun, sweat soaked my clothes. I took off my coat, sat in my father's armchair, took a sip of tea and closed my eyes. At this moment, I tasted the sweetness of tea for the first time, and a sense of happiness came to my mind. I feel the taste of tea, which is a feeling from bitter to sweet, from light to fragrant; I see the concentration of life, and it turns out that happiness always comes out after difficulties. After that, I thought I learned to taste tea. I didn't go back for tea until I was thirsty, but gradually, our living standard improved. We taste tea in happiness every day, and the taste of tea is getting weaker and weaker, only to find that we have not really learned to taste tea, and even now we can't taste tea at all. As people say, happiness is always pursued when there is no happiness, but once happiness is possessed, it will naturally return to dullness. If a person is busy every day for money and survival, it means that he has not found true happiness, but if he works not for money, but to realize his own value, it means that he is already very happy.
Life is like the process of tasting tea, which is repeated, sometimes bitter and sometimes tasteless. Anyway, tea is for drinking, life is for living, and the shade of tea is the taste of life. Tasting life is a cup of tea. The happier, the lighter, the harder, the more delicious, the thirsty and the sweeter. The painful life, not only the taste of tea is wrong, but also nothing.
I like to be alone. Drinking tea quietly can make me calm down. Taste my happiness, I taste tea, and tea tastes me. Me, tea and life all taste the same.
Article 6 of high school composition "If you are sincere, you will learn from others. People who are sincere and motionless have nothing. Without a country, no one can move. "
According to legend, there are 3,000 Confucius, 72 of whom are the most famous, and Lutz is one of them. It's from Lu. It is said that his family was poor when he was a child, and he lived on coarse grains and wild vegetables for many years. Once, his father wanted to eat rice, but to borrow rice from relatives, he had to climb at least several mountains. Lutz didn't frown. He climbed over the mountains and his feet were swollen, so he borrowed rice to cook delicious meals for his parents. When the neighbors heard about it, no one was moved by the child's bravery and filial piety. Lutz can do this ordinary and great thing at an early age, but what about us now?
Qu Yuan did not forget his grief for his motherland before he died. The Red Army climbed the snowy mountain and crossed the grassland, among which the golden fishhook proved patriotism. 1998 How many PLA people were taken away by that flood! Moved, big or small, from small families to everyone, from individuals to countries, because moved and guided generation after generation.
Moving regardless of national boundaries and race is universal.
I remember a great battle in World War II, when a group of allied paratroopers strayed into a desperate situation. They were arrested. With the help of German soldiers, the prisoners worked hard and haggard under the support of the belief that the allied forces would definitely call. As the gunfire approached, the dark clouds on the German face became heavier and heavier. One night, a rush of trumpets drove the prisoners into a long row, surrounded by German soldiers with live ammunition, and the paratroopers immediately understood what was going to happen.
A young paratrooper's hand was shaking violently. He thought of his parents and his lovely fiancee. His eyes are moist. An old paratrooper held his hand tightly: "Brother, we won't cry!" " "In an instant, all the paratroopers put their hands together. And such as "thinking sincerely, people's way is also." "Because of their existence, we can really feel the touch from abroad. Isn't it the spirit we need to learn that heroes are fearless, strong and unyielding, and don't change color in difficulties? Isn't that what our world needs today? Isn't this what is needed to maintain world peace and development?
People who are sincere and motionless have nothing. Dishonest. Nobody moves. Touching can be ordinary, touching can be great, touching can be magical, but it is useless for those who are "motionless". Only people who can really "move with emotion" are the most basic needs. Those who don't even have this can only be eliminated by society, because we don't need such people as our friends and relatives. Often moved, the world is beautiful.