Water and fire have always been incompatible enemies, but at the opening ceremony of the Sydney Olympic Games, Freeman slowly rose from the water with a torch. Water and fire performed a wonderful harmony and beauty, which amazed me. ...

I think of Lu Xun's "looking at a thousand fingers coldly and bowing his head as a willing ox", one "looking at his face" and the other "bowing his head". Like now, Mr. Lu Xun's fiery revolutionary will and flowing patience with young people have merged into a complete and individual leader of the times. In fact, there are more or less seemingly contradictory factors in everyone's personality. Didn't Li Qingzhao, a graceful lyricist, also have the heroic sentence that "life is a hero and death is a ghost"? As the old saying goes, quietness is a virgin, and movement is a rabbit. Man is not a machine, and his temperament cannot remain unchanged. He has a strong personality and a soft heart. Like a woman with water, she has anger, water and fire. * * * exists in a person's personality, and only in this way can she have a full and real person.

I remembered the times when a hundred schools of thought contended. Confucianism, Taoism, Mohism, military, vertical and horizontal factions were really incompatible, but it was them again. * * * was once a rare cultural prosperity in the history of China. In the Middle Ages, the Inquisition was bent on excluding dissidents with authoritative power, but it was condemned by several generations because it made the development of western civilization experience a long and silent night. Historical evolution tells us that in the small-scale peasant society where "chickens and dogs know each other and die of old age" and the feudal society where "a hundred schools of thought were ousted and Confucianism was the only thing", the unified culture and centralized rule hindered the development and progress of civilization, while in cities, because of more communication opportunities and free environment, cultures flourished rapidly and cultural exchanges could not even collide. Water and fire coexist in culture and collide with the spark of civilization.

Reminds me of the chaos in modern China, the tragedy in Camel Xiangzi in which the dark society turned a kind-hearted coachman from a human to a ghost, and the tragic life in Blessing in which Sister Xianglin was locked in an airtight jar of ethics. At that time, China, with lofty ideals, was far from their ideal motherland, but it was in the face of such a contradiction between reality and ideal that they decided to rise up and resist. "The golden gull is gone." Water and fire, sometimes just like reality and ideals, have injected powerful impetus into the progress of the times.

Mixing blue pigment with red pigment can bring out charming purple. In fact, although water and fire are not brothers, they can also play wonderful music on the same stage, can't they?

Two (if not enough)

Only a quiet fusion, like a touch of light color. This harmony really surprises me. Throughout Leshan, the three rivers meet, and human beings collide with nature, but they are not floating, dry or strong. Only in the quiet, it hit me and touched me with its unique atmosphere. Perhaps, in this world, nothing can be more thrilling. This is the power of harmony. Like the water of the three rivers, it is a faint impact and a long-term calm. What a wonderful city. There is a hot pot, but there is a bowl of fragrant tea in front. Everything is faint, but there is a faint impact. The thatched cottage was hidden in the shade. There are eyes everywhere in the artificial park. Then, suddenly, at the end of the road is a small hut and a short bamboo fence. Pushing open the bamboo fence is like walking into a period of history. Flying thatch, whistling autumn wind, and ancient poems. Then, there is another kind of integration-the integration of history and modernity; It is also a kind of harmony-the harmony between ancient times and modern times, which connects this small hut with this city. People can walk on today's roads and flowers and look for the beauty of the past. Then, unconsciously, people have become a part of the scene and a harmonious unity. The fog has disappeared. Gently lift the lid of the tea, which is a fresh fragrance. The tea leaves spread out in the clear water and floated quietly. Sent to the mouth, slightly bitter, but there is a sense of sweetness. What I feel is the harmonious taste of bitterness and sweetness, a wonderful sense of harmony, and an unspeakable experience. Maybe this is harmony. Not bitter or sweet; Not old, not fresh; Not hot, not light; Not artificial, unnatural. The so-called harmony is nothing more than harmony but difference. Peace, harmony, not hiding, not obvious. It is an impact hidden on the plane, and it is a deposit after the impact.