If the devil lives in the castle, then the castle is hell; if the fairy lives in the stars, then the stars are heaven. ·

If you have a bright light in your heart, you will not get lost, you can reject darkness and timidity, and have a clear mood, a belief in victory, and an open mind...

If there is a small window in the heart, bright sunshine will come in. If you drink a cup of warm stories, there will be a free breeze inviting some flowers or white clouds.

There are strings in the heart. Even if the guests leave and the tea is cool, there will still be a ditty slowly playing, and there will still be trees full of sweet-scented osmanthus that turn into the fragrance of wine.

There is a temple in the heart, dedicated to nobility, dignity, kindness, ideals and pursuits... these are all beautiful gods. From this, it is inviolable; from this, it owns the world and itself.

Coming from nature, it eventually turns into a wisp of smoke and returns to nature... The laws of nature cannot be changed by any force in the universe.

Living things cannot transcend nature, and life should also take refuge in nature.

*The sun is golden. The wealth is golden and majestic, and the moon is jade-colored, gentle and full of connotation, truly implicit but not revealed, truly a wordless love. The sun is the trumpet in the Western band, loud and exciting, moving forward inexorably; the moon is the flute and xun, which are now almost silent, "like resentment, like admiration, like crying, like complaining; the lingering sound is lingering, like a wisp." The easiest and most suitable Western instrument to play under the moonlight is the harmonica. When the moon looms through the clouds and casts shadows through the trees, the simple tone of the harmonica can best express the depression and sadness of youth. More than thirty years ago, during the darkest period of the "Cultural Revolution", when neither the country nor the individual could see a future, there was a young man who always stood on the balcony at night, looking at the moon over the Huangpu River, and would Every song he sings is so sad and touching. He wanted to make the stone man cry with every note he played, and move the world. The moon above my head was very round, a strange dark red, and looked haggard.

*The great Western thinker Seth once said: We have met many people who made their lives miserable because of their violent and violent personalities. They destroyed all things that are true and beautiful. At the same time, he also ruined his calm and quiet personality and spread the plague of dirty hearts to all directions. Most people ruin their lives and their happiness because of a lack of self-control. In life, we meet very few people who can truly remain calm and calm.

*Who most wants others to be fools? Those who only want to use their own brains to think about problems and show their authority in a group or a country want others to be fools.

The humble are the smartest, and the noble are the stupidest. Among all the nations in the world, it is difficult to find any nation that treats people's ignorance, stupidity, and pretending to be crazy as a kind of fun like ours, and maintains an attitude of admiration and praise. Socrates was not full of nonsense because he was put on trial by the rulers for "creating new gods", nor was Bruno pretending to be crazy because he advocated people's freedom to doubt religious doctrines and offended the Pope. On the contrary, some of our intellectuals like Liu Ling and Jia Yi feel like they are mourning for their heirs, and they torture themselves and are regarded as heroes and idols just because they have no aspirations.

Of course, we also have people who are unwilling to be stupid, but it is difficult to live comfortably. They either jump into lakes and rivers to be Shusheyu; or they keep silent and only say "today's weather, hahaha"; or He went to prison and was served with sticks, bamboo sticks and iron shackles. The clever Lin Zhao was already unconscious before he was killed, and Zhang Zhixin was completely crazy in the end. He was so crazy that the soldiers who executed him were also frightened and went crazy. In a society that values ??stupidity, if you don't have to be stupid or crazy, you will be forced to be stupid or crazy. Wisdom is stifled and stupidity continues to be the fashion.

*After the turmoil of the "Cultural Revolution" for ten years, in the first year when the university resumed regular enrollment, dozens of our classmates who came from the bottom of life attended the philosophy class for the first time. After an old teacher visited us for a week, he wrote a few powerful characters on the blackboard: What do you think is the most dazzling thing in the world?

The sun. star. Laser emission. Atomic bomb explosion. Everyone was talking about it.

At this time, a third-year student who had been in the countryside for 10 years stood up and said: After walking half a night on a rainy day, I suddenly saw a light in the wilderness.

The classroom was extremely quiet for an instant, and this false but true answer shocked the whole class. From that moment on, I realized that the most touching stories come from experiences with the greatest contrast. A magnificent life is often like a falling waterfall, with flying beads and jade splashing.

And in the social scene of human beings for thousands of years and generations, what is more thrilling than the ups and downs of human nature? - The softest and most fragile human nature is human nature, and the thickest and strongest human nature is also human nature.

The light of humanity often shines in the dark night.

*Build a heart bridge, between you and me, between the world, love is born in heaven and earth, and reason exists in the heart.

Seize the youth, pursue the light of truth, return things to their origins, and give the world a sense of coolness!

Looking back at the vicissitudes of history, I will reflect on it for a long time, and it will stir my heart.

Third points of drunkenness turn into moonlight, seven points of whistling turn into sword energy; as soon as the embroidered mouth comes out. This is today's China. I have sighed through the ages, but I still sigh at this moment. I wipe my tears, but I can see people with heart bridges and flowing water!

*Without examination, it is difficult to discover. Examine in pain. You will find yourself alone; look at it in leisure. You will find your empty self; look at it while striving forward. You will find your ignorant self; if you look at yourself in comfort, you will find your fallen self.

Look at yourself. You need to expand yourself in all directions, do a

soul review, and then say goodbye to your shallow self, hypocritical self and even despicable self.

The process of examination is to find the chronic diseases in human nature; and the result of examination

is. It is to cut off these tumors on the soul.

*There are thousands of possessions in the world, but there is one kind of possession that is the most precious

Expensive. You may not be aware of this possession at all, and you may not feel its value. As the years go by, there are countless

choices for spring, summer, autumn and winter. One day in your life, when you

suddenly look back, you realize that you no longer have it. It is not

status. Nor is it money. But the magnificent youth.

There are all kinds of losses in this world, but there is one kind of loss that is very helpless.

Helpless. It makes you regret it and pay the price for your life. Even if you

have the power to recover, you can only look up to the sky and sigh, stamp your feet and beat your chest.

It is not power or beauty, but priceless youth.

There is a very thought-provoking saying: There are two kinds of things in the world.

You will only find their value when you lose them.

That is youth and youth. healthy.

*One feather, one feather, may be too common,

But when combined, it is the gorgeous colorful screen of a peacock; a strand of silk

Thread , a strand of silk thread may be too ordinary, but when combined in warp and weft,

it turns out to be a piece of glorious satin. A good work. How many

people laugh and forget themselves, and how many people cry when they are sad, but after all, they are just a bunch of

blocks that are not connected to each other. However, these squares

words. Putting it all together, some are extremely emotional and beautiful, while others taste like chewing.

Wax: What kind of magic is this!

*Life is a river. It just keeps moving forward without looking back. What is the source of life? Perhaps,

it is the dewdrops dripping on the broad-leaved forest in the dense forest; perhaps,

it is the water seeping out from the gaps in the dangerous stone cliffs. A stream of clear water; perhaps

it is the crying of clouds; perhaps it is the contemplation of fog; perhaps it is the melting of icebergs shining with

the cold light. It is always extremely pure in the beginning. Shining dreamy, reflecting red flowers and green leaves all the way. Gradually it carried the silt, gradually it roared and galloped, and gradually it joined its companions thousands of times. Become one. When it flows into the blue sea, the river disappears, and in that blue tranquility, it becomes eternity...

*When people cheer for the sunset, you might as well embrace the night; When people are having sweet dreams in the dark night, you might as well keep your dark eyes wide open; when people wake up from their sleepiness, you pick up a bunch of morning glow of thoughts; when people rush onto the smooth road to pursue fame and fortune. At that time, you turned to another science trail and disappeared into the dense woods that no one knew about. I can't guarantee that you will get more and better things than them, but you can be sure that what you get will be different. '

* "People have joys and sorrows. The moon waxes and wanes. This matter

is difficult to complete in ancient times." Life is not perfect without experiencing pain

life. If everything goes well in life, there will be only one kind of brilliance.

Just because there is pain. Only then did it make up for its shortcomings.

Treat pain and misfortune as a record of an experience or a journey

Keep all the unpleasantness lightly in your memory,

Don’t deliberately To play and deepen a certain emotion. You may

leave happiness temporarily, but this does not mean that you will always

take refuge in sadness.

*Life may always go through such a section:

Longing for progress but timid to make progress, pursuing optimism but getting suffering

Boredom, a sacred idol Suddenly collapsed, the spirit was wandering in the boundless wasteland

Wandering on the plains, depressed but unwilling to fall, hoping for relief

To escape but fell into many constraints, talking nonsense but no one could find a listener

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The monologue of the soul brings loneliness and more uneasiness.

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time is still running fast, life is still a small part

a small part disappears, this kind of anxiety and embarrassment, the language is

Unspeakable.

They are full of ambition; Tao Yuanming leisurely roams the Nanshan Mountains, drinking wine and picking chrysanthemums... They chose eternity. Even if they are blinded by flattery and slander, they will not let it spread. This is a persistent choice; even if Ma Gexiang's soul returns to Guanxi, he will still spread it. Sounding the frontier fortress

It is a heroic choice to sweep away the smoke of war; even if it is hard to have enough in poverty all day long, it is still willing to enjoy oneself and work hard to cultivate the long acres. This is an elegant choice. In a series of choices, the emperor will achieve his unparalleled achievements. The migration of wise men has become an eternal article.

*In memory. There is a thick patch of reeds. She is like a free elf, far away from the worldly world, standing alone on a piece of barren land by the river, sifting through the wind and moonlight, looking natural and unrestrained. The thin muscles and bones lift up the poetry of life one by one, and the dense reed flowers are like bright smiles, condensing the bitterness and tranquility of the wilderness into eternal silence, intoxicating the golden wind and the poet. It seems to be Wang Wei's landscape poetry, with no realistic meaning or historical traces, only a touch of distant and ethereal floating in the height of the smoke, and a sense of nobility, a sense of loneliness, and a sense of randomness that is unknown and has no intention of being known. Escape, original simplicity and lightness.

I really had reeds when I was in college. I like to stroll along the riverside behind the school, where the dense reeds are like endless ribbons, slowly spreading into the distance. Tassel-like reed flowers. Like clouds. Waves of fragrance diffused in the gauze-like mist of the moonlight. The milky dusk mist flows like smoke, and birds are twittering in the reeds. There are also a few cicadas chirping and a few insects singing. Tranquility, gentleness, and overflowing poetry are within reach. If it is Sunday and the sun is shining warmly, I will weave a small boat out of reed leaves, put it gently into the river, and watch it go leisurely with the wind. More often than not, I hold a scroll in my hands, sitting under the reed flowers, sharing my anger with Qu Zi, being drunk with Tai Bai, and going crazy with Dong Po. In the transparent state of mind woven by the continuous autumn rain and the fluffy reed flowers, I understood the bitterness, pain, loneliness, mellowness, frankness and bitterness in the words. The pain forged by the vicissitudes of life and historical tragedies is like a sharp blade dripping blood. Our predecessors crushed it into pieces and swallowed it. They would rather have their hearts broken, but they would also say with tears and a smile, the past is like smoke!

People are weak, just like a person. A reed, but a person is strong. From weakness comes infinite resilience, the kind of resilience that even we may not be aware of, accompanying us all the way forward. The French philosopher Pascal said: "Thoughts form the greatness of man. Man is just a reed, the most fragile thing in nature, but it is a reed that can think."

This can The reed of thought is you and me

*If you follow this ship to the harbor. The night slowly falls, the stars begin to seep into the shadows of the waves, and the gradually emerging dreams stretch infinitely along the coastlines on both sides: you are falling into a deep sleep, very comfortable and sweet, and the melodious strings of the motherland caress you to sleep.

If you go to the grassland, lie down quietly and close your eyes. Put your chest as close to the blue sky as the white clouds flutter, and lower your back as far as possible to the grassy earth. At this time, you will relive the great cradle of life's diligent care, and think of your kind mother who nurtured you with her mature conscience and used her Your wise eyes enlighten you; you also babble and say: I want to learn how to be a true master in the world.

*Nepotism brings people closer to sycophants, while nepotism alienates loyal people. This emotional disaster has caused so many wise men to be abandoned and so many families to be separated! However, a truly wise man knows how to use cold reason to choke the fiery love network and use an objective eye to examine the value orientation of the soul. When the German fascists threatened him with his eldest son, Stalin resolutely decided, no! You cannot exchange the love of family and children for the happiness of the people. We don’t know how future generations will look down on this well-received figure, but at least this time, we have to admire his sharp vision and rational judgment hidden behind family affection.

The feet that had been pricked were still naked. I am still jumping around freely; and the soles of my feet are getting thicker and harder, and I no longer feel pain when running on sand and gravel. Later, when I grew up and encountered various troubles, I thought about the Tribulus back then, and I no longer had any worries. It turns out that the lesson of suffering has been taught since childhood. Tribulus doesn't just grow in the wild, it's actually everywhere and comes in many varieties. As long as you walk around the earth, you will always encounter it. The larger the sole of the foot, the more thorns are stuck on it. But no matter what kind of tribulus. They can only be stepped on. The horns on its head can never be lifted high; the thorns on its body can never be sharp. Its harm to people is always proof of failure. Not a single foot stops walking for a few tiny thorns. Tribulus, tribulus, little little tribulus.

*There are thousands of knots in the heart, and thousands of strands of love. The classical plot of the boat sailing by the willow bank, holding hands and looking at each other, reluctant to leave has been fixed in the memory of the Chinese people for thousands of years. "Xicheng willows are gentle.

Moving away from worries, tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how sentimental I was and how I once returned to the boat. "Whether it's vulgar or elegant, whether it's time to stay or leave, there's still infatuation and tenderness like water, good times are like dreams, weeping eyes meet weeping eyes, a heartbroken person sends a heartbroken person, the soft willow silk is just the thread of love, even if there are thousands of willow threads. , and can't save the end of life that will eventually be separated. Only when I look back at the heartbroken place of Yanliu, I know what love is in the world, and I know that joys and sorrows have never been together since ancient times. Therefore, although I like it, I can't bear to read more of Liu Yong's "Where to Wake Up Tonight." , Willow bank, dawn wind waning moon, "there is too much desolation, sorrow and helplessness in it.

* People often lose the reason to judge things because of their feelings for their loved ones. As long as you let go of the emotional shackles in your heart, Tolerate everything with fraternity, then even if there is "no way out", it will become "a village with dark flowers and bright willows". As long as you appreciate the scenery around you, then you can "not be surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall outside the window; go." Stay careless and look at the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky." As long as you are not closed and burdened by family affection and selfishness, then you can also enjoy the tranquility of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains".

*The Russians said to me: "The rivers and meadows are the most beautiful, and they are my friends. The Indian said to me: "The birds and the sky are the most beautiful. They are my mother." But the Japanese said: "Grass blades and ice and snow are the most beautiful. They are my lovers." "The Chinese say: "The solitary smoke in the desert, the flowing water under the small bridge, the clear spring under the bright moon, and the wild cross-country boating are the most beautiful. They are my destination. ”·

Different emotions have different things that they think are the most beautiful; different emotions have different attitudes towards life.

*In the long journey of life, the human soul You need to soar in the blue sky and accept the baptism of wind and frost swords; you need to swim in the sea and accept the test of stormy waves; you need to gallop in the wilderness and accept the tempering of thorny swamps... All of this is enough to make a heart bruised and exhausted, but true love Love can heal the wound and rejuvenate the soul.

*This enlightenment and courage should come from a father.

When expressed, it appears to be particularly precious, like a tearful pearl conceived by a clam in pain, like the waves blooming after the sea hits the rock and experiencing heartbreaking pain, like the pearl that is as bright as snow after constant tempering. The sharp sword - using reason to clear away the fog of love is pain and glory, and it is a touching melody at the expense of heart bleeding.

*It is in the autumn that the green pavilion turns yellow. The eroded leaves fell from the branches. But the sun still brought a warm smile through the window. Is it lying to the flowers on the table that have lost their color and fragrance? No, to everyone. Toward you and toward me. The sunshine sneaks into the heart and brings the memories of spring to warm those hearts in the frosty autumn.

Spring smiles in autumn; the eyes shine brighter. . The old man sees his childlike innocence and forgives the frivolous behavior of his youth; the young man looks at his white-haired predecessor with pious understanding. Yes! All of this. It is reflected in this story about a gentle and fragrant encounter, because each of us has encountered spring, and has been kissed by spring in our hearts with unforgettable memories

*Kant looked up at the starry sky. At that time, noble emotions arose in his heart. It was through this feeling of being close to eternity and truth that he could continue to move forward on the road to understanding the other side. Without the existence of emotions, human life would fall into rigidity and rigidity. Abstraction, when we understand things, we must not only distinguish between right and wrong, but also beauty and ugliness. Without emotion, how can art exist? There are only cold legal provisions left, what can be done and what cannot be done, and all familiar warmth is gone. Away from us, can we say that we understand the true nature of the world? What fun is there in life? Even the great physicist Einstein valued the role of emotion in cognition. When someone proposed an idea to him , he did not judge right or wrong, he just said: "Ah, how ugly!" He was unwilling to spend time on ugly things. In his eyes, ugliness cannot have a foothold even in physics.

* A little sadness is very clear. There will be no excitement when great things are achieved, and there will be no pain of unfulfilled expectations. What flows in the heart is a transparent stream, quiet

quiet and clear. , with a little coolness

A little loneliness is beautiful. Temporarily put a stop to noisy crowds, benevolent or malicious. Sit alone in the sunshine, sit alone under the moonlight, and enjoy the charm of music alone. Listen to the voice of your soul alone. No ties, no dependencies, no scruples. Above the chest sea are petrels flying freely, flying very high and far...

Lightly, just a little bit, the past, present and future, the picture of life is gently painted, drawn The sky is painted with the earth, the mountains are painted, the water is painted; the falling tears are painted, the unfolding smile is painted... all with that light touch. The strokes, along with the faint color. The beauty of life arises quietly in this indifference.

*It rained last night and will rain today.

But it is haggard and worn out, and the ground is covered with yellow flowers. Li Shangyin's poem goes: "This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at the time." It has more or less this charm.

The beauty of flowers that people love has been devoted to all their emotions, or personal experiences in the world, loneliness and ideals, depression and passion, frustrations and wisdom, labor and responsibility, all the way. People can't help but indulge in it, and they have an irreversible "complex" in their hearts that no one can shake.

Rice leaves, lotus leaves, willow leaves, fish scales, tiles, oil-paper umbrellas, bird canopies, boats, and bluestone bridges wet Hengshan, Lushan, Huangshan, Emeishan, Yandangshan, Taihu, Hongze Lake, Dongting Lake, Poyang Lake, White Snake’s broken bridge, Li Yu’s railings, and Tang Bohu. peach blossoms and Wen Tingyun’s blue shirt. This is plum yellow Shiyu. The cold rain comes into Wu at night, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pond - this is the rain from the south. In the drizzle falling in Xinghua Village in March in the south of the Yangtze River... the sweet and melodious yellow plum tone reminds people of my hometown in the south. The pastoral songs about cooking smoke, childhood sweethearts, and the clear and sweet yellow plums, yellow plum rain, and yellow plum opera.

The south where the rain falls, the south of Liu Yong and Du Mu: the four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many towers are in the mist and rain; the north where the snow falls, the north where Cen joins Wang Han: Lord Grim lying drunk on the battlefield, fighting in ancient times How many people responded?

*Water is flexible, it can make ninety-eight bends, but it can merge into the sea; grass is flexible, let the wind sway, but it can spread into a prairie thousands of miles away. The mountains and rocks are majestic and majestic, and they need to be moistened by gurgling water; thunder and heavy rain can wash the earth, and there are also fine drops of rain to moisten things. Only hardness without flexibility will make the picture of life incomplete. Hardness sometimes makes us lose things we shouldn't lose, but flexibility sometimes makes us gain unexpected things.

*In the lonely winter, there is a monotonous yellow color everywhere. There was desolation everywhere, and even the bright and clear river in the past had lost its luster, and it was hiding under the ice and sleeping. There is a mother and daughter, exuding the warm sunshine. Below, the mother is combing her daughter's hair. She smoothed her hair gently. And the gentle strands are braided into braids. There was a smile written all over her face, and it seemed that the love in her heart could never be contained and overflowed to her mouth. It flows to the corner of the eyes and spins into long. Braids. The sun kissed the long hair, which seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder, shining with an erratic brilliance. The daughter snuggled in her mother's arms obediently, kept talking, and made her mother smile knowingly from time to time. The sweet affection melted the coldness of winter and made the bleak winter scenery spin out with the beauty of spring.

*It started to snow in the evening and then continued all night. Snowflakes fell softly on the black and mottled beehives. The bees are sleeping. Inside the delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it looks like a secret letter sealed with wax. Or like refined particles of pure gold, treasured by a rich king. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living creatures and have life. Their dreams are the sweetest under the sky. The milkvetch and rapeseed flowers in the south, and the sophora japonica, jujube flower, and vitex in the north have withered and bloomed again. But I don’t know if there will be any trace of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly to the sound of snow, it will smell a scent from the sky, holy and magical. It's a pity that no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers of the world have exhausted them.

*In the years of poverty, people can also feel some profound happiness, like I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice. Pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, sit in front of the "huding" (the stone steps of the hall door) and savor the aroma of lard rice. Every grain of rice is full of the aroma of happiness.

It turns out that the happiness of life does not lie in a person’s environment, status, or material things that a person can enjoy, but in how the human mind corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their own happiness, the rich have their own happiness, the powerful and powerful have their own happiness, and the humble have their own happiness. In life, everyone laughs and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow. This is the true appearance of the human world.

*When love shines through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a wave of trembling strings, a dispersion of floral fragrance, lasting, warm, and extending. And people. From one hand to another, from one person to another. This is the warmth that emanates from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a line of tired footsteps in the spiritual world and a heart that has been indifferent. Then, the person who has received love will use it to light a match in his heart. A warmth. To illuminate another heart, even though it is so weak sometimes.

*If you are just a drop of water, but you reflect the colorful light of the sun, allowing the stringers to see the most beautiful colors in the world. How important you are to the children.

No matter how small and humble you are17:40 2007-1-31． You can also compose the fairy tale of life and create the miracle of life in your own world. Maybe. It is because of you that the world has added color. You have to bravely say to yourself: "I am important, I am just a scenery."

*Smiling. To sing the song of life. Tears should be shed for the sorrow of others; kindness should be shed for kind hearts; sympathy should be given to the poverty of the poor; care should be used to warm the desolation of the widowed and lonely.

*Death, disease, injury, injustice...these have already existed.

Moreover, dramas in their name are being performed in this world all the time. Some sad or indignant stories once made us cry with sadness, but were soon forgotten; some ugly phenomena. It once filled us with righteous indignation, but soon gave way to something else exciting.

All of this is just because they happened to others and were too far away from "my world"; our feelings cooled in the air. Solidify, fall!

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