Harmony is a feeling of happiness.
Time flies, time is like running water. Unconsciously, I grew up. The memory of childhood is a leaf, which quietly falls from the tree of childhood and can never return to the tree, but the leaf is still dazzling. I still remember, that skipping little girl always looked up at the blue sky with curious eyes and wanted to blend in with that piece of blue; I always like to drill around in the "small house" with my friends and watch naughty raindrops play in the breeze. At that time, the sky was blue, the grass was green, and nature was a harmonious picture. At that time, I wandered in the breeze and was really happy.
Now, I still love the blue sky and everything beautiful under it, but I have little time and energy to savor it. I occasionally look up and feel a sense of intimacy, as if I have lost a lot of interest in life and added a little worry and confusion. Years have also made me understand many things I didn't understand before: life is full of thorns and bumps.
Harmony is the perfection in disharmony.
In this long journey, we should give ourselves confidence, hope and courage, light a lamp and find our own happiness. Harmony, at this time has quietly rooted in their own hearts.
What is happiness? In my eyes, happiness is not a thick stack of money and a gorgeous dress; It is not a tool to cover up the pain, but a desire for a moment's wine. Happiness should be a subtle feeling in the depths of the soul, a person's true feeling. When you are depressed and helpless, a smile and a greeting from passers-by will bring you happiness; When you are thirsty, happiness is a sweet spring; Happiness is a soft big bed when tired; Happiness is a distant note when you are lonely; Happiness is a kind smile after a nightmare.
When I found happiness, I saw a harmonious smile.
Success is happiness, failure is happiness, and it is sour and sweet. You should have the courage to say to yourself at any time: I am not afraid of failure, because my goal is ahead, because I have the courage to stand up again, because failure is a kind of happiness!
It is a clear sky again, and the sunshine is as warm as ever. Everything in front of me is so beautiful. In fact, what kind of world is harmonious? The answer is in your eyes, in your heart.
Pick happiness and give yourself a happy mood; Get closer to happiness, and you will find harmony.
2。 What is harmony like? What is its height and weight? How old is it? Is it naughty? Is it fun? Does it usually laugh or cry-has a runny nose? Does it chirp like a bird when it is happy? When it's blue, is it all gray? Do you like teachers? Do you like nagging, nagging and preaching day and night? Does it also have teeth full of wolves? Are you holding a sharp knife all day and trying to liquidate an unreasonable head? Or, it doesn't look like a human at all, but like a peony sobbing in the dark, or a dog's tail grass that few people notice in the wild? Perhaps, what it really looks like is to pull a rubber band, make a slingshot and hit other people's windows? The key is, is it compassionate?
No matter how I guess, I'm still not sure what harmony looks like.
However, regarding harmony, all the rumors about it, from Confucius, who was displaced from place to place, to Aristotle, who was walking and giving lectures in the garden, from seeing the bright Thames again, to the muddy Yellow River, where yellow sand rolled and sobbed, and from the news that the first lightning brought amino acids to the world, all the rumors from different times and places seemed to show that it had an excellent reputation. It seems that as long as the compassionate harmony is gently embraced in its arms, then all the misfortunes can be erased. It seems that as long as the perfect harmony is comforted, then all the pain can be melted. Those who are close to harmony, if asked what harmony is, may not be able to say it, but they may tell you that harmony is a feeling of happiness. But the harmony of a thousand words rolling shows that it is a good thing.
Because people often talk about harmony, they have given it many names without stint. Maybe we really have to believe this. Harmony is a good thing-because, in many cases, the truth of the fact is not like the fact itself, but through what people say, three people make a tiger. The more people talk about it, the more it shows that harmony is just a good thing that grows on people's tongues. Because what people often talk about is often rare in reality, and often something that people yearn for but can't touch. Harmony is more changeable but always confusing than Monkey Sun. Its nature makes it suitable for people to talk about it on its indestructible opposite.
Then let's stand opposite it and watch. We look at it in the fable of holding a spear and a shield-we don't know whether this is logically unreasonable or whether this self-slapping in broad daylight is out of a sincere nature. We see it in an incredible fairy tale-man-made God created man on the sixth day, and on what day did man create God? Or, the reward of a small apple, followed by the endless years of war caused by Helen's elopement? We look at it in the face of cruel history. When the fascists put thousands of Jews in concentration camps, exterminated, poisoned and burned them, what we learned from that extreme evil was hatred and abhorrence of violence and evil-can the enlightenment gained from this disaster be regarded as a balance after violence? We look at it in the hungry years of history. When we see millions of people hungry and devouring each other in the ideal running, perhaps it is from this extreme suffering that we have learned a historical lesson that we can't see our eyes but only have vague tears-how many lies are deliberately covered up, and who has the strength to pursue the truth? We look at them in the same slogan and doctrine. Do we see the so-called beauty of order and harmony because of the uniformity of the myriad things cast in a mold? ..... The more we stand on the opposite side of harmony, the more clearly we seem to recognize the appearance of harmony. Perhaps, it is in this sense that we still have to believe that human beings are qualified to talk about harmony and people have the right to hang it on the tip of the tongue again and again.
Harmony is a mirror. It just reflects the opposite image. It's not what we guessed above, but a state of tension, from which we return to our understanding of ourselves. It flashes its own shadow from violence, evil, ugliness and all disharmony. Harmony, as the poet Walcott said in a poem, is:
An agreement between a running lion and a frightened doe,
There is some acquiescence in terror in her eyes.
Harmony means absurdity and tolerance for absurdity. We made a guess, but we couldn't say it in the end. Harmony is actually a beast that we can never understand. But whether we understand it or not, people have been talking about it and ruling it as the core of life.
Life needs to be moved.
My mind is a river of autumn water, which is often rippled by a pebble; My mind is a blank sheet of paper, often painted with color; My mind is a few strings, which are often touched by the breeze. The rippling lake is more touching, the painted white paper is more gorgeous, and the plucked strings are more exciting. This is my life, and it is the touch in my life. With these touches, my life is no longer dull. With these touches, my life is full of brilliance.
Yes, life needs our heart to experience, and in the process of this experience, we will be moved, or gentle as a trickle, or turbulent as a stormy wave. Mozart once said: My music comes from my touch on life. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Touching can often create many excellent works handed down from generation to generation. Beethoven played for this little girl who was blind but loved music in her bright eyes. He was deeply moved by the beautiful moonlight and the pure and sincere heart of the little girl, which inspired him to recite and compose that sad and shocking music-moonlight. When Yan Shu was wandering in her secluded path, she saw the geese returning to the south and stared at the dying sunset. All this made him sigh and moved him. So he slowly revealed the eternal absolute of "helpless flowers falling, deja vu Yan Gui". Li Bai danced among the flowers, drinking the bright moon alone and dancing with Su Shi, wondering what the shadow really looked like. Don't these amazing works all come from the poet's touch on life? Just think, if their lives are not touched and their mood is not like a stagnant pool, then there are not many beautiful sentences in the world, and many of our moods are not suitable poems to tell.
Life needs to be moved, and moving can often inspire potential internal forces, such as the once-in-a-century flood a few years ago. In Hong Tao, we were surprised to see the walls built with our bodies, defending our motherland and people with our blood. This year, for example, the whole country was hit by SARS, and we were shocked by angels in white. They are selfless, they have love, and they do not hesitate to save those dying lives. This scene moved us. If everyone is as stubborn as a stone and turns a blind eye to all this, then we may not be able to overcome these difficulties.
The book says that cheeks are the plains of the most beautiful rivers. There are smiles and tears when you are moved, and there are joys and sorrows in life. But life is inseparable from moving. Let us love life and be moved by it. In that way, your heart is like being constantly illuminated by moonlight, letting clear water drip. ...
3. Life needs applause
You can't decide the length of your life; However, you can expand its width; Time can prove that we live for ourselves! -inscription
In life, you can be full of smiling faces or keep silent; You can face the hardships of chasing dreams and bear the pain of setbacks; You can pursue luxury, you can pursue wealth; You can be immersed in happiness, you can be immersed in victory. ...
As long as you contribute to life, as long as you cheer for life!
You will write your chapter in front of Li Bai; You will write down your feelings about life in front of Du Fu; You will show your wisdom in front of Zhu Gekongming; You will leave your majestic posture in front of Zhao Zilong; You will show your broad mind in front of Lin Xiangru; You will show your eloquence in front of Yan Zi. ...
Believe it! Although we cannot all be like Zhu Gekongming, we cannot all be "real teachers". It is impossible for everyone to "leave their hearts in history" like Wen Tianxiang! Cheering for life is a note for you to surpass yourself and write life; It is you who challenge life and step on the music of life! Come on for life, don't feel sorry for yourself, everything in the future is bright, and life needs to struggle from now on! Cheer for life, for your faith, for your struggle, for your goal and for your success!
Don't feel inferior, don't be discouraged, as long as we surpass ourselves, as long as we work hard, that is success, and we can cheer for life.
You can play the violin in front of Beethoven; You can play piano in front of Chopin; You can talk about evolution in front of Darwin; You can say gravity in front of Newton; You can observe the stars in front of Galileo; You can paint great rivers and mountains with a brush in front of Leonardo da Vinci!
Cheer for life, whether you are ordinary or not, whether you are outstanding or not, as long as you smile at life, as long as you smile at life.
You can choose literature, you can choose music, you can choose art and you can choose philosophy.
Come on for life, we don't want to recall yesterday, and we don't need to think about tomorrow. Life needs cheering, and our life will reach its climax in cheering!
At Qionglin banquet, strive for your corner seat, the long river of history, write down your wonderful moments and cheer for your life, your life will not be in vain!
Life needs sunshine and rain.
Birds need songs, because birds need to call friends; Flowers need beautiful appearance, because flowers should attract bees and butterflies; Life needs sunshine and rain, because life needs it to moisten and bathe.
After a spring rain, everything came to life: for a while, it jumped over the hillside and flowers broke through the ground; After a while, I brushed past the willow tree, and the buds sprouted and bloomed; After a while, through the forest, the fish jumped thousands of meters high ... what a prosperous scene. Nature, like a clever magician, suddenly changed all this, making people can't believe everything in front of them. ...
Walking in the forest path, there is an unspeakable relaxation. The sun shines on the grass through the loose shoulders, flashing countless lights, like sprinkling countless gems. The stream is gurgling and surging ... like a group of little goats you push and drive, you won't let me, and I won't let you all run to the Yellow River.
A rainbow crossed the sky and built a "bridge of hope" in the clouds. I looked up and felt dazzling and sunny. I don't think I stopped. My hand was gently put down.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. What a wonderful thing it would be if children in Taiwan Province province could join hands with mainland children in singing and dancing on the Rainbow Bridge! At this moment, this desire is so strong! I really want to: this is my home, and I want to spend my life here.
Flowers bloom one after another in the sun; Little goats are chasing and running on the grass; Birds are frolicking in the Woods. Everything is a colorful world and the home of colorful angels. If life is like this, how gratifying it would be.
Life is like a big palette, but what about sunshine and rain? One of them is indispensable.