1. Ren

One month in the middle of the night, my thoughts crept up and began to roam in history.

Through glitz and erosion, through sadness and helplessness, through vicissitudes of life, I finally came to a quaint and ancient door.

"Whose song am I singing? The moon encourages me, and my dancing is messy? I pushed open the door curiously, but I saw a unique small garden: a person, a table and a glass of wine. Sake in the cup reflects a lonely expression and is a big tear in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

It is you. You said you wanted to "until, raise my cup and I asked the moon". Only the full moon in the sky can read your feelings. People think you are uninhibited. If you write, "Since God has given talents, let them be employed!"! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " What else will make you frown? They don't know your passion. Like ordinary scholars, pursuing the best will help the world. But when you haven't had time to repay your wishes, a warm heart begins to get cold. They don't need your statesmanship. They are just under the guise of cherishing talents, as long as you write some colorful songs in the harem.

So you can only leave, leave the imperial court, leave the unhappy world, look for the green cliff where Bailuyuan can be placed, look for the wine by the Peach Blossom Lake, look for the terrace as big as snowflakes, and look for a solitary sail on the edge of a leaf. ...

You said that you want to live your true self, indulge your temperament among famous mountains and rivers, enthusiastically shake the five mountains and turn poetry into a smile. You use these passionate words to record your thoughts and tell future generations that you are handsome and heroic.

Yesterday couldn't stay, and the back of a dynasty passed away in a hazy drunkenness. A comma slowly shrinks to a full stop, and a rotting corpse has an eternal name: Li Taibai.

Your poem is Mount Everest in the Tang Dynasty, and your spirit is the long river of Wan Li in the history of literature. Time flies on you, but it can't take away the quality you left in the hearts of the world. This quality has been constantly tasted, learned and respected in your poems, which has lasted for thousands of years and nourished generations of future generations, and you yourself have been sublimated to an unattainable height in this continuation.

The door closes slowly, and your figure, with endless vicissitudes, goes away in my field of vision.

The bright moon is floating in the sky.

2. Spring nostalgia

Zhang Xiaofeng

Spring must be like this: from the green hills, a handful of snow can no longer be held, and with a splash, a cold face becomes a painted face. A song is sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, to the hedgerows, to the yellow webbed of a duckling, and to the soft and soluble spring mud.

So charming, so sensitive, but so muddy and endless. A thunder can make clouds cry all over the sky for no reason, and a cuckoo cry can make a city full of azaleas. When a gust of wind comes, every willow sings a white, vain, inexplicable and uninvited fly. Every fly is a semicolon of a willow. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still make people calm.

Spring must be like this: the withered stems full of dark leaves and flowers cling to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of families in the north are crushed by the wind and snow, gently supporting a small empty nest. Then, suddenly, one day, peach blossoms captured the water profiles of all the mountain villages. Willow has taken control of the royal ditch and the folk river head-spring is like a clear-cut Julian Waghann, and the group has been looking forward to prayer and beauty for a long time.

As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before the Book of Songs, before the Historical Records and before the characterization of Cang Xie, a lamb suddenly felt sweaty when eating grass, a child suddenly felt soaring when flying a kite, and his legs suffering from wind pain suddenly felt comfortable. Qian Qian's hands were placed on the banks and banks of the stream.

Birds can start measuring the sky again. Some are responsible for measuring the blue of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with those wings. Not all birds are excellent mathematicians. They chattered and counted, looked around, and finally dared not publish statistics.

As for all the flowers, they have been given to the butterfly to count. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees were ruined by the wind. Leave the wind to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and inquire one by one.

Spring must be like this, or, somewhere, is it still like this? Through the smoky black forest, I want to visit the spring wandering in the distant years.

3. Be a hard worker: Once, at a party I attended, the host asked a little boy: What kind of person do you want to be when you grow up? The children looked at us entrepreneurs and said, Be entrepreneurs. All the people present suddenly smiled and clapped. I clap my hands, too, but it sounds uncomfortable. I thought, how much does this child know about enterprises? Did he say that he wanted to be an entrepreneur because he was in front of us? Is he influenced by adults and thinks that entrepreneurs are rich and want to be entrepreneurs?

All this is of course a mystery. But anyway, as a person's life ambition, I think it doesn't matter what I do; No matter who you are, the most important thing is to be a hard worker from an early age.

When I was a child, someone asked me the same question. My answer was nothing more than being a teacher, a PLA man and a scientist. Time flies for more than 20 years, and the children of that year are now adults in their early forties. But when I think about it, none of the ambitions I expressed in front of adults in those years have really come true. The others around me are almost the same. Some want to be teachers, but later they become self-employed; Some people want to be the People's Liberation Army, but they actually become prisoners. I had two old friends when I was in college. Now they are all outstanding talents in the electronics industry in China. One grew up to be the boss of Konka Group and the other led TCL Group. The three of us suddenly became the operators of national key color TV enterprises, but when we graduated from college, no matter how imaginative we were, we dared not think that we would be like this in more than ten years. Everything is guided by the situation and worked hard step by step in our struggle. We are not so much people with ideals as people who have been working hard.

It's not that we don't attach importance to ideals, but it's easy to be ambitious, but it's difficult to work hard for them. Life has been like this since ancient times. Who would have thought that today, more than ten years ago, I was a man wandering in the street and worried about my survival? At that time, I had nothing and my future was bleak. I really don't know where the road is. However, I did not lose heart. In retrospect, it was my will that supported me through this difficult time. When many people think I can't do it, I'm still trying to get up from the ground. I firmly believe that life is like Diego Diego Maradona playing football. It is often when I am about to fall, and scoring goals saves my life. That's what happened. Just when there was no way to recover the doubt, the collapse of a Hong Kong enterprise gave me a chance to make a comeback, which enabled me to cooperate with British scientific and technological personnel who mastered the latest technology in the world to develop advanced color TV sets and then get out of the predicament in one fell swoop.

Some people say that "hard work" and "possession" are two landscapes of life. But I think the most beautiful scenery in life should be hard work. Hard work is a mental state of life and a childlike love for life. Effort is the mother of possession, and possession is the son of effort. Efforts can be described as all roads lead to Rome, just want to get a narrow road to meet, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. Therefore, instead of stipulating what kind of person you must be and what you will get, it is better to hone yourself to be a hard-working person. No matter how high your ambition is, it is difficult to stick to it without hard work; There is no lofty goal, because of hard work, we will eventually find the direction of struggle. Being a hard-working person can be said to be the most realistic goal in life and the greatest realm in life.

Many people are ashamed because they set too high a goal for themselves and are too utilitarian, because it is difficult to succeed, and eventually they are discouraged. The reason is often because people pay too much attention to what they have and ignore those who make efforts. For today's children, if we only pay attention to what kind of person we should be in the future, and don't put forward the quality of will as the goal of being a man, we can only cultivate narrow, selfish, fragile and low-level people in the end. Regrettably, we have not done well in this regard.

4. Life whispers: When misfortune befalls him, they can always comfort others like wise men; And when the same misfortune befalls us, it is often difficult for us to enlighten ourselves in the same way.

The biggest ignorance of people is not that they don't know, but that they don't want to do it when they know, so there are many mediocre but self-pitying people.

Some defects are insignificant to others and are not worth mentioning; However, if you put these defects on yourself, it will be difficult to treat them easily, or even for a lifetime.

What has been said and done hurts others' hearts and may be completely forgotten in a blink of an eye; And what others have said or done to hurt themselves can often be clearly remembered in their hearts and unforgivable all their lives.

The shortcomings of others are like black spots on white paper, which can be seen at a glance; And your own shortcomings are hard to find.

When we look at other people's lives, we always like to amplify their happiness and ignore their misfortune, so we all feel happy in other people's lives. When we look at our lives, people always like to reduce their happiness and expand their troubles, so we always have too much dissatisfaction with our lives.

When others make a fool of themselves in public, we often laugh it off; And when the same situation happens to us, we often can't get out of embarrassment for a long time.

Parents like to teach their children with their own life experience, and teachers like to educate their students with their own learning experience. It's a pity that few people listen to their sermons. Until one day, the scene of history repeats itself.

When we see others succeed, we will say that they are lucky; When they fail, we will say that they don't work hard. When we succeed, we will say that it is the result of our own efforts; If we fail, we will laugh at ourselves and say that it is all the fault of the environment.

When a poor man sees the rich, he thinks, they have everything, which is really enviable. When a rich man sees a poor man, he thinks he has nothing, but he is so happy. In fact, we are the poor or the rich who are always dissatisfied with life.

Seeing that others are picky when they fall in love, we secretly say that we don't know what we look like and are still picky there. When it's your turn to fall in love, I always feel that no one can deserve you.

Sometimes we clearly know our mistakes and want to make some changes, but if someone points out our mistakes in good faith, we often become angry and refuse to change.

When there is a contradiction with others, it is always the other party who is wrong and the one who is wronged.

5. Father is a book: I have nothing to do, so I dig out a collection of essays. Just open a page and it is an article in memory of my father. When I saw the sentence "A father is a book, and a child may spend his whole life reading it", a piercing pain suddenly stung my heart. It has been six years since my father left me. In the past six years, I have been thinking about him all the time. I even prayed that God would give me another chance to be a father and daughter, so that I could give him all my filial piety and make him the happiest father in the world. However, God will never give me this opportunity. I can only remember my father in guilt.

My father is just an ordinary worker with little education, but the family he was born in used to be very prominent. He was born in a big family in Jiangsu and belongs to the younger brother of a scholarly family. His ancestors left many fields and houses, and his father lived like a young master when he was a child. Later, when I came to Japan, all my possessions were robbed, and my family was destitute, so my family was forced to flee to Shanghai. In order to make a living at home, my father gave up his studies, and when he was less than 14 years old, he became an apprentice and a peddler ... running around all day. After liberation, my father left Shanghai for more than 40 years in order to get a lot of income, without telling his family to sign up to support oil construction in foreign oil fields.

I didn't know my father's family background until I was an adult, but I knew he was a landlord when I was very young. In that age of compositionalism, I seemed to be born inferior. Other children bully me at will, and I dare not resist at all, for fear that they will scold me as a "small landlord"; I have to fill in ingredients at the beginning of every semester in primary schools, which is my most heartbreaking moment. Every time I fill in the "landlord" with trepidation, I feel that life is worse than death. To this end, I once hated my father for a long time in my heart, and hating him made me suffer so much humiliation and embarrassment at an early age!

I remember that once my father went back to Shanghai to visit relatives and brought me back a satin coat sewn by my grandmother, with lace carefully embroidered by her grandmother with gold thread. When I wear this new dress to school, my companions are very envious. They spat at me and called me a "small landowner". I ran home crying all the way, threw my clothes on the ground and stepped on a few feet. Father asked me to pick it up, but I stubbornly refused to pick it up. My father was so angry that he raised his hand to hit me. I cried and shouted, "Who told you not to be a poor farmer? Why are you the landlord? If a poor farmer wanted me, I wouldn't be your daughter now! " Father raised his hand and slowly put it down. At that moment, I clearly saw the tears in my father's eyes.

My father was very strict in my childhood memory. He is very strict with me. In his own words, "Girls should be disciplined from an early age." He trained me like a lady, and I had to do what he asked me to do when I talked, walked, sat down, ate and even served dishes. When I was a child, he often left me at home and asked me to recite three amethyst, Zengguang Xianwen, Disciples' Rules, Qian Wen Zi and other ancient texts. My brother, who is only one year older than me, is allowed to play freely outside by his father. Therefore, such a picture will be permanently fixed in my mind: my father is holding a ruler, and I stand in front of him respectfully like a monk, chanting word by word: "At the beginning of life, human nature is good." Sex is similar, but we learn from each other far away ... "If I can't recite it, my father's ruler will be held high, while my brother will hide aside and smile gloomily. I often cry while carrying my back. What I thought at that time was: Why is my life so bitter? A landlord's father put me through so many smelly rules. If I have a poor farmer's father, I promise I won't recite anything. Teaching is lax and teachers are lazy. "

I have grown up gradually, and the landlord composition has no influence on my life. When I grew up, I found my father loved me very much, and I began to enjoy everything he gave me with a clear conscience. I remember one winter night in a technical school. A cold current struck and the temperature plummeted. My father was worried that my bedding was too thin, so he rode a bicycle for more than ten miles and sent me thick bedding. It rained heavily on the road, so my father took off his raincoat and covered it with bedding, fearing that the bedding would get wet, and he walked in the rain himself. When he came to my dormitory, his lips were black with cold, and he couldn't even speak for a moment. I was so absorbed in a novel that I just lay in bed and didn't even say hello to my father, let alone see him off.

There is a saying: "God forgives the mistakes you made when you were young." And the mistakes I made to my father. If there is a God, I don't think he will forgive me. I never bought anything for my father when he was alive. The only gift I gave him: a pair of sheepskin gloves or a prize that I won the first prize in the technical school legal competition. When I brought my gloves to my father, his eyes narrowed with laughter, and he repeatedly praised, "It's better to be a daughter, and her daughter is promising. Unlike a son, it's useless. " He wears his hands on the duty car of the unit and wants to stand without sitting. He grabbed the railing on purpose to make everyone stare at his gloved hand. When someone praised him for his beautiful gloves, his father immediately said proudly, "This is my daughter's prize. My daughter has a bright future and others call her a talented woman. " My daughter is very quiet, not crazy at all like other people's daughters. "Father's words aroused a lot of people's disgust, but he still went on excitedly. Even mother can't stand it, telling others that he is too vain. Alas, a pair of sheepskin gloves can cause father such great satisfaction. It's a pity that I know this too late!

My father has been fighting in Shandong since I started working. After retirement, he was hired back to Shandong to continue his work. During this period, I got married, had a family and children, and only focused on my small family. My father is gradually forgotten by me. Only when I receive a gift from my father on holidays: woolen coat or sheepskin boots, will I remember that he is still in Shandong. 1997, my father who retired for five years finally returned to Hubei. He never got up after he came back: advanced gastric cancer. During the period when he was in hospital, every time I went to the hospital, I was mentally miserable and regretted that I cared too little about him. Sitting in front of my father's bed, I asked him, "Dad, I'm really not a good daughter. Do you blame me? " Father smiled and said, "Silly boy, how can Dad blame you?" ? You have been my father's favorite child since childhood. Your brother said that dad is eccentric, dad is eccentric, and dad just likes you more than him! "

My sick father talks a lot. Every time I go to see him, he talks for a long time. He said to me, "When you were a child, you had a serious illness and almost died. The doctor says you are hopeless, so I'm going to leave you alone, and I'm busy trying to fix it privately. Your mother had no choice but to come to me. I'm at work, and I'm anxious when I listen. I ran to the hospital and forced the doctor to save you. I said you couldn't save my daughter, so I'll fight you hard. The doctor was frightened. Later, he said he would give you a blood transfusion. I asked the doctor to draw blood without saying anything. At that time, I just worked the night shift and my head was dizzy. " Listening to my father's narrative, childhood memories are shown in my mind like movies: when I was in primary school, my father would pick me up from school every rainy day. I was afraid that the rain would wet my trouser legs, so I carried me all the way home. Walking on the road, he said, "Who wants a little girl? My family sells little girls. My daughter is smart and beautiful. Do you want to buy? " Lying on my father's back, I repeatedly shouted, "No, no! If you want to sell, sell your brother. " The father went on to say, "Your brother, that smelly boy, nobody wants it!" " "When he said this, he didn't even notice that his brother was walking beside him.

I still remember one time, when I was about four or five years old, I pulled wild flowers by the canal and accidentally fell in. The current was so fast that it washed me away at once. Father was far away, and suddenly he felt a pain in his chest. He had a premonition that something was going to happen to me, so he pushed his bike forward desperately and pulled me out of the water. I was already in a coma when I came up. If he comes late, I'm afraid I'll die.

In the last few days of my father's life, he was a little out of his mind. Sometimes when I go to see him, he doesn't even feel my presence. However, at my father's memorial service, my brother told me something with tears in his eyes: two days before my father died, he suddenly reflected light. He called his younger brother to his side and said to him earnestly, "You have always said that Dad is partial and Dad is partial to your sister, so your sister is so headstrong. Your sister offended you, don't blame her, blame me, I spoiled her! You must take more care of your sister in the future. You are your brother, you must leave your sister alone. " Ah, father, my dear father, how can I repay your love as deep as the sea?

At this point, I was in tears. Father is a book and daughter is a scholar. I think I can only read this book carefully all my life, in order to taste the ups and downs in this book and understand the true meaning of life contained in it!

This is what I read from an English story:

Worth $6.20

This is what I read from an English story:

A father came home from work late, tired and a little upset, and found his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door. "Dad, can I ask you a question?" "What's the problem?" "Dad, how much can you earn in an hour?" "It's none of your business. Why do you ask this question? " Father said angrily. "I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you earn an hour?" The child pleaded. "If you must know, I earn $20 an hour." "Oh," the child lowered his head and then said, "Dad, can you lend me 10 dollars?" Father is angry: "If you ask this question just to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, then go back to your room and sleep." Think about why you are so selfish. I work hard for a long time every day and have no time to play children's games with you. "

The child quietly returned to his room and closed the door.

Father sat down, still very angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that maybe he was too hard on the child-maybe the child really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money. The father walked into the child's room: "Are you asleep, son?" "Dad, not yet. I'm still awake." The child replied. "I may have been too hard on you just now," my father said. "I flew into a rage today-here's the $65,438+00 you asked for."

"Thank you, Dad." The child shouted, took out some crumpled bills from under the pillow and counted them slowly. "You already have money, why do you want it?" Father said angrily. "Because I didn't have enough before, now I have enough." The child replied, "Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy it from you for an hour? Please come home early tomorrow-I want to have dinner with you. " Share this story with the people you like, but more importantly, share this $20 worth of time with the people you love-just to remind everyone who works hard not to spend a little time with people who care about us and let time slip through their fingers.

7. Xinding Quandong

Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency.

The night is quiet, and nature is silent. At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty. Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful.

The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.

When traveling against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one after another, one after another, your heart will suddenly surge ... finally you realize that life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever?

The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up!

Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render!

Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart. ...

Relive the good mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.

Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid.

8. Sad Butterfly

In July this year, on my way to visit my friends in Qinling Mountains, I witnessed the tragic scene of thousands of butterflies throwing themselves into the river. It was a thrilling scene: thousands of butterflies threw themselves into a clear stream in Qinling like moths, and the stream was as colorful and touching as rice paper.

Faced with such a tragic scene, I was shocked. At a loss, my mind went blank.

This large-scale butterfly collective suicide is undoubtedly a rare tragedy in nature. It is like a sad and tragic oil painting, giving people a strong shock and a huge shock wave, which makes people feel unbearable and helpless.

In summer in Qinling Mountains, dense forests cover the sky, grass in the sand is connected with wild trails, and countless mountain flowers are dotted among the cliffs and dense forests. The stream is gurgling, the mountain breeze is blowing gently, and the sun is abundant. It is an ideal kingdom for butterflies to live and multiply. The vast mountains have nurtured 100 kinds of butterflies like mothers. Of course, the queen is the first to promote the butterfly Qinling. Blue drops in ink, wingspan 10cm above, just like a phoenix in a butterfly, which is truly beautiful in absolute beauty. These butterflies have surpassed nature in beauty, and they have spread all over the Qinling Mountains, winning the favor of human beings. They are countless stunning beauties in become a butterfly, flying with feathers and incomparable rain. They are alive, which is a sight of nature and a blessing for mankind. They often fall on flowers and often live in vigilance. Who would have expected that these charming beauties would pounce on disillusionment at the best moment of life?

On closer inspection, butterflies covered half the stream. Under the blue sky and the stream, there are still large pieces of butterflies floating down. They either hit a stone and died, or fell into the water and struggled. Swarms of butterflies are like moths to a fire. If the fallen leaves fly, they will burn themselves like a phoenix and fall into a stream, showing the great calmness of the brave and rushing down like a waterfall. Its courage is amazing, and its death is sad!

Although the butterflies in the sky United and died generously, I couldn't bear to watch any more, so I shouted at the swarms of butterflies desperately, even waving branches and jumping around, trying to drive them away. No matter how anxious I am and how hard I try, there is nothing I can do to drive them away. I think these butterflies are determined to die, and no external force can help them.

I saw a big dark blue butterfly falling from the air on a big stone beside a stream, flapping its arms, rolling under the stone, flapping its wings, falling into the stream, like a drop of water, becoming a colorful stream formed by butterflies and drifting away with the water.

A hundred-meter-long stream is half butterfly and half stream. Butterflies don't cry but rely on the sound of streams, and butterflies don't cry but rely on the sound of pines. At this time, it is dusk, Cangshan is like the sea, the sunset is like blood, the stream is like a flower, and the sound of water is like tears.

Seeing this tragic scene, it is easy to remind people of the story of Phoenix Nie, Daiyu burying flowers, the heroine in the twenty-fourth history, eight women who threw themselves into the river for double suicide or Liang Zhu.

Listen to it again. Look again. The water is bloody. Birds sing with blood. The wind is bloody. Flowers and plants are bloody. Mountains are bloody. The wasteland is covered with blood. Everything, everything is shrouded in bloody dusk.

Why do these angelic spirits, the flying flowers of nature and the soul of flowers in Qinling Mountains ruin their beautiful lives for people to see? Are these beautiful lives tragic only if they don't refuse tragedy, or are they tragic only if tragedy destroys these beautiful lives?

The Qinling Mountains are silent, and the sunset is silent. The stream is silent.

More and more chimneys at the foot of the mountain are silent.

A poet once said, "Every butterfly is a flower soul of the past. Come back and find itself. " Then, are all the wild flowers in the mountains left by butterflies in the air?

If one day, even the flower soul of nature is gone, where can butterflies and flowers be found?