The heart of the sea rushes, stirring the autumn thoughts. The time stubble, all the time in the eyes. Reviewing every moment of the past in detail, one at a time, the jump of life notes, are irresistible call and cry of the heart. Looking back, that every moment of the touching are overflowing heart, high up on the wall of the heart loaded with astringent and sweet and sour fruit, gentle and kind eyes to make the festival of love become more warm and full. The beach with dreams is also filled with the pursuit and desire for love! If each other are that delicate sand, then will always be fixed in the heart of the edge of the sea, just because you are accompanied, to the sea withered and rotten! Day after day through the autumn of the heart, but the footsteps have no sound, only to leave a lot of precious foot prints, but also branded in each other's hearts. Who once said that he did not care to wait for a few rounds, will always be that sincere feelings reside in the lake of the heart! Oh, remember, remember, it's you, and it's me. Perhaps, that is the ancient confidences in life. Countless days and nights, sincere Xiao Xiao fall heart rain. Let the thoughts of a season flutter and sprinkle, you are still with love together!
----- Ma Jianjun "billion autumn" The quiet summer night moonlight and windy, always give me a feeling of purity and tranquility. Bright and clear as soft water like the moon color pouring, clear light flow, the meaning of Ning Rong. The color of the moon is soft and transparent, light and airy.
I like to borrow the moon to precipitate the mood, such as water, can drink. Push open the window, let the moonlight quietly flow in the skin, light and airy rhyme, fresh connotation of the mood naturally flow in the heart. The moonlight is like a practice, the mood in the moonlight becomes clear and soft, suddenly all kinds of life in the moving and beautiful spirit floating.
Once upon a time, the innocent me snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, leisurely enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight of the countryside.
Once upon a time, in the elite campus and classmates in the clear moonlight to talk to each other, feeling the beauty and sorrow of the watery years.
Once upon a time, in the watery moonlight I canoe with you on Taihu Lake, in the sound of paddles and lights, in the moonlight and lake water reflecting in the appreciation of the beauty of the world. The clear water of the lake, the drifting sound of the piano, so that I was intoxicated in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan do not know where to go.
Flower shadow on the wall, suspected to be a jade man. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, to the moon under the West Wing, the qin passes on the ghostly thoughts, under the moon to wait for a beautiful woman. A classical beauty. The moonlight stains the western window, and the faint thoughts are also diffused.
The moonlight in the classical subtlety and the present romantic interpretation of the aesthetic, bring people infinite contemplation and leisurely intoxication.
The moonlight attracts me, so I go out, step in the moonlight, slowly walk into the garden, gardenia bathed in moonlight, cold condensation with dew, such as a curtain of distant dream. Bamboo shadow with rhyme light dance, such as water moonlight gently through, reflecting the clear light of the moon. All things are in the moonlight in the fullness of the spirit up. The hustle and bustle of the world and impatience, hesitation and uncertainty are dissolved in this watery moonlight. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a way that makes you feel better.
Like water, can drink. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Standing quietly in the garden path, listening to the silence of a piece of ......
Other people's road
One has to cross the swamp, because there is no road, it will be tempted to walk. Although it is very dangerous, left and right jump, but also managed to find a section of the road, but the good situation is not long, not far, accidentally a foot into the mud, sank.
Another person who wanted to cross the swamp saw the footprints of the previous person, and thought: "This must be someone who has walked along the footprints of others, and there must be no mistake. He tried to step on it with his foot, and it was really solid, so he walked on it with confidence. The last thing I wanted to do was to sink into the mud with my foot.
Another person to cross the swamp, looking at the front of two people's footprints, think not even thought along the walk down, his fate is also imaginable.
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Another man was about to cross the swamp, and looking at the footprints of the people in front of him, he thought to himself, "This must be a thoroughfare leading to the other side of the swamp, and, behold, there are already so many people who have gone through it, and I am sure that I shall be able to go along with it to the other side of the swamp. So he took a big step, and at last he too sank into the mud.
The world's road is not the more people walk the more flat the more smooth, along the footprints of others to walk, not only to go out of the novelty, and sometimes may fall into the trap.
Life List
Two patients were admitted to the ward of the Pentacenter at the same time, and both of them had uncomfortable noses. While waiting for the results of the laboratory tests, A said that if it was cancer, he would immediately go on a trip and first go to Lhasa. B says the same. The results came back. A has nasal cancer and B has nasal polyps.
A left the hospital with a planner to say goodbye to his life, and B stayed. A's schedule is: a trip to Lhasa and Dunhuang; from Panzhihua boat all the way to the mouth of the Yangtze River; to Sanya in Hainan to coconut trees as the background to take a picture; in Harbin over the winter; from Dalian boat to the North Sea in Guangxi; climbed the Tiananmen Square; read all of Shakespeare's works; strive to listen to the original version of blind Ah Bing's "Two Fountains, Reflecting the Moon" once; write a book. All these and more, ***27 articles.
He wrote this at the back of this list of life: I have had many dreams in my life, some of which have been realized, and some of which have not been realized for various reasons. Now God has given me little time, in order not to regret leaving this world, I intend to spend the last few years of my life to realize the remaining 27 dreams.
That year, A resigned from the company and went to Lhasa and Dunhuang. The next year, he passed the adult exam with amazing perseverance and tenacity. During this time, he climbed over Tiananmen Square, went to the Inner Mongolian prairie, and stayed in a herdsman's house for a week. Now this friend is realizing his longing to publish a book.
One day, B saw an essay written by A in the newspaper and called to ask about A's illness. A said, "I really can't imagine how bad my life would have been if not for this illness. It was it that reminded me to do what I wanted to do, to realize the dreams I wanted to realize. Now I realize what life and living is really all about. You're living a pretty good life, too! B didn't answer. Because what he had said in the hospital about going to Lhasa and Dunhuang had long since been put to the back of his mind because what he had was not cancer.
In this world, in fact, everyone suffers from a kind of cancer, that is, irresistible death. The reason we don't make a list of things to do with our lives, like the man with the nose cancer, and leave all the excess behind to fulfill our dreams and do what we want to do, is because we think I'll live longer. Yet perhaps it's this little quantitative difference that makes a qualitative difference in our lives: some people turn their dreams into reality, others take them to the grave.
Finding the Umbrella
On one occasion, a professor said to a merchant, "Last week, my umbrella was taken from me in a London church. As the umbrella was given to me as a present by a friend, I cherished it very much, so I paid the price of several umbrellas to put it in the newspapers to look for it, but it was not recovered."
"How did you write your advertisement?" The merchant asked. "The ad is here." The professor said as he pulled a piece of paper cut from the newspaper out of his pocket.
The merchant took it and read, "A black silk umbrella was lost in the church last Sunday evening, and if any kind person should find it, he would be obliged to send it to No. 10 Broad Street, and would be paid five pounds for it."
The merchant said, "I am a regular advertiser. There is a great deal to be learned from advertising. The ad you placed is not good enough to find an umbrella. I will write another ad for you. If you can't find the umbrella again, I'll buy you a new one to compensate you!"
The advertisement written by the merchant appeared in the newspaper. The next morning, the professor was shocked when he opened the door of the house. It turned out that there were already six or seven umbrellas lying around in the garden. These umbrellas are colorful, cloth and silk, new and old, big and small, all thrown in from outside.
The professor's own black silk umbrella was also sandwiched between them. Several of the umbrellas had notes attached to them, saying that they had been taken by mistake and imploring the owners not to publicize the incident. The professor told this to the merchant, who said, "These people are still honest."
Do you know how the merchant's advertisement was written?
The merchant's advertisement reads:
"Last Sunday evening a certain gentleman was seen to take an umbrella from the church, and the person who took it, if he did not wish to incur any trouble, might as well send it back to No. 10, Broad-street, with all possible speed. Who this gentleman is is well known."
The value of 20 dollars
This is what I read in an English story:
A father arrives home late from work, tired and a little annoyed, to find his 5-year-old son leaning against the door waiting for him. "Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"What question?" "Dad, how much money do you make in an hour?" "That's none of your business, why are you asking that question?" Father said angrily.
"I just want to know, please tell me, how much money do you make in an hour?" The child pleaded. "If you must know, I make twenty dollars an hour."
"Wow," the child bowed his head, then added, "Dad, can I borrow 10 dollars?" The father fumed, "If you're asking that question just to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, get back to your room and get into bed. Think about why you're being so selfish. I work long hard hours every day, I don't have time to play childish games with you."
The child quietly went to his room and closed the door.
The father sat down, still angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that he might have been too hard on the child - maybe the child really wanted something, and he rarely asked for money.
The father walked into the child's room, "Are you asleep boy?" "Dad, not yet, I'm still awake." The child replied. "I may have just been too mean to you," the father said, "I exploded all my anger for the day - here's the ten dollars you asked for."
"Dad, thank you." The child shrieked with joy and pulled some crumpled bills out from under his pillow, counting them slowly.
"Why do you need it when you already have the money?" The father said angrily.
"Because it wasn't enough before, but I have enough now." The child replied, "Dad, I have 20 dollars now, can I buy an hour of your time from you? Please come home early tomorrow - I want to have dinner with you." Share this story with those you love, but more importantly share that $20 worth of time with those you love - it's just a reminder to all of you who work hard that we shouldn't let time slip through our fingers without spending a little bit of time with those who care about us and who care about us.
Whether a person's situation is bitter or happy is often subjective.
Some people are comfortable with a certain kind of life and some are not. So those who are comfortable with their current situation may as well live with it, and those who are not will have to try to find another way. You can't tell where success is, and you can't be sure that you'll be happy when you reach a certain point. There are some people who are never satisfied, whose happiness is based only on the process of pursuing and striving, so that their goals are constantly moving farther and farther away. Such a person's happiness may be less, but his accomplishments may be greater.
Bitterness and happiness are all based on self-judgment, which is not necessarily directly related to the objective environment, just as a woman who does not love jewelry, even if she is in the environment of the extreme importance of vanity, but also no harm to her self-esteem. The poor scholar who owns ten thousand books does not want to exchange diamonds or stocks with the millionaire. Nor does the man who is content with an idyllic life envy any scholarly title of honor, or high office.
Your hobby is your direction, your interest is your capital, and your disposition is your destiny. The first thing you need to know is that you have to be able to get your hands on the right thing, and you have to be able to get your hands on the right thing, and you have to be able to get your hands on the right thing.
Big and small
A friend talked about his relative's aunt, who never wore shoes that fit her, and often walked around in huge shoes. If her son's younger generation asked her about it, she would say, "Big and small shoes are the same price, so why don't you buy the big ones?"
Every time I relay this story, there are always a few people who go off the deep end laughing.
In fact, there are many such "aunties" in our lives. There are writers who write heavy, bitter works without much thought; painters who paint superb pictures without much content; businessmen who are often away from home but have very large homes.
Many people's constant quest for immensity is really just being driven by inner greed, as if they bought extra-large shoes and forgot about their feet.
No matter what kind of shoes you buy, the fit is the most important, and no matter what you pursue, you always have to stop.
Choices
Man's life is often in the midst of choices, such as: which university to go to? Which career to choose? What kind of woman to marry? ...... and so on.
Instead, it is those who have no opinion that are not suffering from the pain of choice. Because when it's time to make a decision, he's always asking people, "Hey, what do you think?"
The man who is able to accomplish great things is a man of strong judgment. He knows that the success or failure of something depends on the fact that no one else can do it for you, and no one else can decide for you.
In the moment of choice, success or failure is already revealed.
People are just so lifelong
I often use the phrase "people are just so lifelong" to admonish myself and advise my friends. These seven words are easy to say, easy to hear, but deep to think about. It can make me become brave when I am weak, humble when I am proud, positive when I am disillusioned, joyful when I am in pain, and able to hold on to anything as well as letting go of it, which is why I call it the "head-strike" and the "Seven Words of Proverbs". --I often think that the world's labor pains and sorrows, grudges, such as can not be dissolved, can not be consumed, but also after a few short decades will not be dissipated? If so, what can't be solved?
People have such a life, think of this sentence, if I am a hero, then to create greater achievements; if I am a scholar, then to obtain higher learning; if I love someone, then to boldly tell her. For when this day is past, it comes no more; when this life is past, everything fades away. A book is not read, a word is not spoken, and there is no more opportunity. This precious life, I must grasp it well!
People are so life, you can positively grasp it; also can be indifferent to it. The first thing you need to do is to think about it, so that you can get rid of it! The first thing you need to do is to think about it when you're in a state of depression! Because no matter what, you are always very lucky to have this life, can not come to this time in vain ah.
Like a flower
Smile like a flower, true love like a flower, hope like a flower, life is like a flower.
Everyone has their own favorite flowers, everyone has many reasons to treat themselves well, the whole life of the time condensed into the long river of time that a petal constant heart fragrance. In the moment of blooming, brilliant and colorful it will attract all eyes.
The flower is so weak, again beautiful and colorful, still can not withstand the cold rain and wind. Spring red hastily thank you, only left full of sadness.
Flowers are beautiful warriors, wind and rain, despite the gradual green and red thin, never bowed.
Life is the same, like a delicate glass wine glass, often can not withstand the impact of natural and man-made disasters, crushed into a land of radiance, each piece of transparent heart. Life is often like a short-lived flower, with many years of tears and sweat, mixed with the blood of the heart watering, only to have a smile at the world of the moment.
In today's world, fewer people love flowers. When people are running around for their livelihoods, they can't even hold on to their own lives, and who will listen to what the flowers have to say?
However, the annoying city ah, please do not forget, this world is a mirror. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Therefore, Buddha flicked the flower and Jaya smiled; this smile is the whole world.
Life
Life, perhaps, is the only factor in the universe that should be worshipped. The conception, birth and manifestation of the essence of life is an immensely exciting process. Like music and pictures, life carries secretly a predestined tone or color, and when it meets the tide, when it hears the trumpet's urging, it shakes and reveals its essence in all its splendor and excitement. Of course, that essence is more likely to be vile, cowardly, and tedious; its owner has no choice in the matter.
It should be recognized that life is hope. It should be said that meanness and vulgarity should not be complacent too soon, and should not be mistaken for the fact that they have succeeded in annihilating nobility and true purity. Pretense is equally unsustainable, for time rushes like a long river, and the vile, the adulterer and the vulgar cannot wear the laurels of the educator, the poet and the warrior forever. At the end of their unhindered careers, their descendants will be humiliated for a long time.
I worship life
I worship the secret of noble life. I worship the steel fireworks that burst forth from this life as it descends, grows, fights, maims, and dies. I adore the freedom of a living, spiritual life floating over sublime mountains and rivers, over oceans and continents.
Yes, life is hope. It floats indefinitely and freely, and it makes a bloodline of mankind that is not willing to fail, and nine deaths in pursuit of their golden pastures
The little fish of thought
Every pond has the breath of the ocean in it.
In every stone, there is the shadow of the desert.
That's why the poet said: a clover, plus my imagination, is a vast grassland.
Walking on the field in the fall moon, I remembered a poet's question to old Tolstoy: everything / ripe / must / hang their heads low?
There is no mistake that every step we take will be a thing of the past, whether they are joyful encounters or painful partings, but please believe that, whether it is eager anticipation or fond remembrance, every song we have sung will not fade away in an instant, as Rosa Luxembourg said: "Wherever I go, as long as I live, the sky , clouds and the beauty of life, will be with me!"
A narrow and selfish mind can become its own hell, while a broad and cheerful mind can become the heaven of others. There is only one layer between hell and heaven.
And all the flames of envy always start by burning themselves.
An aged writer told me:
"How much time have your feet, stepped on? But don't regret it, as long as the steps are true, whose steps, are deep."
Don't you miss the intersections of yesteryear when you finally win the flowers of success? Don't you miss the wood of yesteryear as you recreate the flashy house of success?
Trust
Trusting someone sometimes takes many years. Therefore, some people never really trust anyone even in their whole life. It is meaningless if you only trust those who can please you; if you trust everyone you meet, you are a fool; if you trust someone without any hesitation and in a hurry, you may be rejected so quickly by the one you trust; if you trust someone only out of some superficial need, then the whirlwind of trust may come to you. If you just out of some superficial need to trust a person, then the ensuing may be annoying suspicion and betrayal; but if you hesitate to trust a person worthy of your trust, that can never get the sweetness of love and the warmth of the human world, your life will also be bleak.
Trust is a living feeling, trust is also a noble emotion, trust is a kind of link between people. You are obliged to trust another person unless you can prove that that person is not worthy of your trust; and you are entitled to be trusted by another person unless you have been proved unworthy of that person's trust.
Ownership
There are too many good things in this world to count, and we always want to get too much and make as much as possible for ourselves.
Life is as short as a white horse, and life drains away between possession and loss without a second thought.
If you lose the sun, you still have the light of the stars to shine on you, and if you lose money, you will still get friendship, and when life also leaves you, you have the kiss of the earth.
When you have, cherish; lost, as if it is to accept the test of life truth, as if it is a bumpy life struggle promise commitment.
With honesty, we give up hypocrisy; with fullness, we give up boredom; with solidity, we give up impatience. Whether it is intentionally discarded, or accidentally lost, as long as once truly owned, at some point, generous abandonment is not also a realm?
In the inadvertent loss, you can also go back to fight. Lost love, you can find in the spring, lost the will, you have to re-sharpen in the winter. But having lost laziness, you can't pick it up.
Too much desire, in turn, becomes a burden, and what better way to enrich and satisfy yourself than to have a light heart?
Choose Temperance, and then prepare to walk a mountain path
(1) Life is like a river flowing eastward; he originates from the highest place, and snow and ice are his predecessors. He gathered up many fine streams, synthesized into a powerful torrent, downward injection, he zigzagged through the cliffs, washed down the layer of sand and soil, hostage rolled with the rolling sand and stone, happy and bravely flow away, along the way he enjoys what he encountered; sometimes he encountered the wind and rocky front obstacles, he was outraged to run up, roaring, gyratory, the front and back waves of the undulation urge, until he passed, washed over the dangerous cliffs he just he was calm and calm; sometimes he passed the fine flat sand, the slanting sun and grass, and saw the red peach blossoms on the banks, and he was happy and shy, and flowed quietly, and sang low, and passed softly through this romantic journey; sometimes he met with a storm, and the lightning, and the thunder, shocked his heart and soul, and the stormy wind blew and swept him, and the heavy rain struck him, and he was temporarily muddy, and disturbed, and the rain passed, and only added to his many new births, and the rain passed, and gave him many new life. and only added to his many new-born strength; sometimes he met the evening sun and the new moon, shining on him, projecting to him, with some ghostly warmth in the coolness: he only wanted to rest, only wanted to sleep, and the power to go on, still pressed him forward ...... (Bingxin, "Talking about Life")
(2)
Hoping Everything is like just waking up, gladly opened his eyes. The mountains are moist, the water is up, the sun's face is red. The grass sneaks out of the earth, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, a large area full of a large area. Sitting, lying, playing two rolls, kicking a few feet ball, race a few times running, catch a few times hide and seek. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch up. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the sun, and the white ones are like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor; closed eyes, the tree seems to have been full of peach, apricot, pear. Thousands of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flitted about. The wildflowers were everywhere: miscellaneous, named, unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, but also winking and winking. "The wind is not cold on your face", not bad, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings the scent of freshly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds will nest in the flowers and young leaves in the middle of the happy, calling friends to show off the crisp throat, singing a melodious tune, with the light wind and flowing water to echo. The short flute of the cowherd boy on the back of the cow, this time also all day loud and clear sound.
Zhu Ziqing's "Spring"