You choose only one posture in your life - standing.
You refuse to fall down when the wind is blowing; you refuse to yield on the day of snow; you refuse to bow down in the moment of flood; you refuse to bow down in the twilight when the sword and axe are approaching. A tree, in the long river of years, writing a heroic life.
The vast desert, a tree stood up, is a monument; lofty green mountains, millions of trees stood up, is a great wall; long river bank, all the trees stood up, is a dragon; youthful tree, in the waves of the times, singing eternal sincerity.
Standing, give the earth a green shade; standing, give the river a drop of purity; standing, give life a greeting; standing, give the city a ray of warmth. Not counting the honor and disgrace, not counting the gain or loss, a lifetime of standing, only to repay the earth's nurturing grace, only to prove that the life of a rock-solid spirit.
People, standing together with the tree, is an irresistible force, but also a miracle that shakes the sky and earth!
Appreciation:
This article is full of poetic content but not lose the rigidity of the pen to write a kind of style, a kind of people feel a lot of feelings, let a person's heart and soul trembling state of mind.
Saying that it writes about trees is not as good as writing about people; saying that it writes about people is not as good as writing about a posture of existence. Being in the red dust, people sometimes need to stick to, need to be unyielding, otherwise, in the vast and boundless space and time we will lose ourselves.
2. I long for (Yang Zimin)
What do I long for? I often ask myself this question, sometimes to the point that I am stumped. The joys and sorrows of mankind steam up in the earth, coalesce into clouds in the sky of the heart, or sprinkle sweet rain, or pour down snowstorms. This sweet and bitter water, sucked by the roots of the heart, gives birth to a desire, like the roots of trees, to stretch their branches and trunks, to reach out to the ground, to the sky, to peep into a world that has never existed in the soil, to pursue the green leaves, to pursue the flowers, and to pursue the fruits that contain the secrets of the future.
Is this the character of yearning? --Yes. Yearning is with life. Yearning is a form of existence of life. I have repeatedly tasted the sweetness of yearning, a petal heart flower along with the chronological change of yearning, sprouting - falling, falling - sprouting. So, I continue to yearn.
I know, life without yearning, that is no life over life, equal to stillbirth, premature aging, or withered, whether it is a tree, or people.
3. Life and beauty (Xue Zi)
The real beauty of life is the persistent pursuit of truth and goodness, and it will not tend to distort its own image, change its own dynamic lines, and will not let its own beautiful color stained with dust. Unless the fire will be burned to ashes, so that it turned into dust, otherwise, the beautiful life is like a clear stream, always folded, optimistic and strong to the sea, until the last drop.
Sometimes, it may be coldly blocked; sometimes, it may be mercilessly stranded; even more, it has not yet glimpsed the night under the beautiful and brilliant starry dome, and not quietly listen to the pure sound of the deep universe, it has been unexpected vulgarity and evil all at once destroyed by a thousand holes, dying?
The reason why life is beautiful is that in the process of its flesh and blood, it always carries a beautiful theme: the reason why beauty is eternal is that the underlying life is always flowing with the purest human conscience and desire for the world.
So beauty exists because of life, and life is eternal because of beauty. This is a unity that even God prays for.
4. I believe (willow shade)
The river dries up in winter, but I believe that the spring water will come, when the white sails are the idol of freedom in our hearts; the leaves in the wind wither away, but I believe that the dreams in the soil will blossom and bear fruit in the branches. Will you still weep? It was the first snow that buried your grass, but the green will be returned to you.
The storm twisted the tree, I believe, the seed has been inserted into the deep soil; the flood swept away the houses on both sides of the river, I believe, the child is still like an angel nestled in the mother's embrace. Will you still weep? Fate has taken away your wealth, but it cannot take away your soul.
Pain is like a boulder that clings to the singing heart, and I believe that pain is a source of joy that will be transformed into strength to cross the rock.
The trials and tribulations have left you with a thousand holes, and I believe that these memories are like the branches of flowers in the thorn bushes, lingering into a beautiful crown of flowers in the years.
The clouds are gathering in the sky, and you will see an eagle, like lightning, breaking through the curtain of evil, and I believe there will be a brilliant chorus of raindrops.
The sea roars in the distance, and you will see sailors returning side by side with the masts, their smiles full of confidence, and I believe that life is being strengthened by such a melting.
5. Happiness of the wood door (Qiyun)
If the door to happiness is a splendid door, we have no reason to stop; but if the door to happiness is a simple, simple, and even shabby wood door, what should we do?
We have come a long way, with the vision of happiness, eager and tireless pursuit, with sweat, scars and dust, the vicissitudes have not washed, tears have not wiped dry, muddy feet to pick up the stairs, gazing at the door of the wood is not a dream of happiness, the hot heart will be cooled steeply? Will disappointment cover my whole body? I will never withdraw my hand from knocking.
The years have changed, sorrow and happiness are intertwined, the fate of the beating, so that I have long understood what is the most treasured treasure in life. As long as happiness lives in it, the simple wooden door and so on, the simple thatched roof and so on! The smile of happiness has never lost its bright light due to the status of inferiority or superiority. I have traveled across mountains and deserts, climbing and climbing to seek happiness itself, not the golden bottle in front of the seat of happiness, the scepter in the hand.
Happiness is more precious than gold, and this is the truth that life has taught me.
6. This side of the scenery is like a picture (Zhang Baotong)
At the fork in the road leading to the future of life, you firmly chose this path. Is the road on the other side of the wind and sunshine, winding path? Or is it the wind and the moon, the broken bridge by the river? You have no way of knowing. With a beautiful ideal, with the expedition's traveling clothes, the scenery in the forest let you enjoy the eyes, confidence increased dramatically, see, how good the scenery! Past the sunshine, past the trees, the sky is thundering and lightning. There is no longer a path to extend, there is no umbrella to cover the rain, the vast wilderness is just mud and darkness. So, you began to be confused and worried, regretting that you did not go up the fork in the road, the landscape may be flowers and moonlight, the sun shines brightly. However, yesterday's sun has set, the lost scenery has passed, the journey of life has no return journey. You no longer have a choice, and can not be too much hesitation, you can only rely on faith out of this muddy rain. Maybe you will miss a section of the season, maybe you will lose a section of the direction, miss the sun, will you lose the moon again? Maybe there is still a desert swamp, maybe there is still rain, snow and wind, for strong faith, hardship is also a gorgeous scenery. It may have taken too much time, it may have taken all your strength, and the podium of success has already been won by the forerunner, but a quality can sometimes be more glorious than an achievement. If you can't celebrate your success, then drink a toast to your quality, which is the harbinger of your future success. After a life, will you still be hesitant?
7. Fuzzy love of life ([Danish] S?ren Kierkegaard)
Life is a chaos between light and darkness: in life, the value of everything is not fully realized, the end of everything is unfinished; new sounds are always mixed with the old ones that have been heard before to form a chorus. Everything flows, everything is being transformed into something else, and the mixture is not harmonious, is not pure, and will even fall apart and disappear; absolutely nothing in the world is always flourishing. To live means to perish, and to perish if one does not live out one's days.
People's love of life lies in its fuzzy and uncertain nature. It is like a pendulum that keeps swinging to and fro - yet it never swings beyond its normal limits. People love life because of its vagaries, which are like a monotonous, hypnotic breeze. But the miracle is something definite and determined: it breaks into life unpredictably, transforms it by chance, rigidly, relentlessly, into a sharp, clear mathematical equation, and then solves it. People hate and fear this clarity. People's weakness and cowardice lead them to hope for any obstacle imposed from outside, any stumbling block placed in their path. They have no imagination. For them, the unattainable Garden of Eden is always a beautiful dream, and life is always a hope and a vision. Fate has made it cheap and easy for them to transform the unattainable into the inner wealth of their souls. One has never seen the place where all the streams of life merge, where all things are only possibilities and cannot be transformed into realities, but the miracle is the reality itself, which lifts the veil of all the illusions of life, and the outlines of the soul are clearly and relentlessly revealed, and stand naked before the face of life.
8. A pillow of fallen flowers (Liu Hongfu)
Some beautiful butterflies, I use the brocade bag to keep them, pillow me like a song of the years. My little sadness and joy, only on this pillow - on these fallen flowers. Although the flowers no longer have the former bright and fragrant, I feel so truly in their dewy one as the lips of a newborn baby. How many mornings and evenings have I picked up these faded flowers, caressing the pink, yellow, purple, white life, like the spirit of the butterfly, trembling in my palm. There are some things in the world that seem to come just for us. The fallen flowers in my pillow are a chapter and verse of music: a song that wants to be broken. On cool autumn nights, I quietly savor the pleasure and satisfaction of life with a pillow of fallen flowers. At a certain moment, even a strange warmth will rise, illuminating the light of the past. I pillow them, thinking of these abandoned by the years of the elves, but also for my bell, can not help but say it is a kind of fate. They are I collected from the cave reeds. At the edge of the vast water, the white petals strongly tempted me, beautiful life, once blended with floods and wildfires and the unceasing power of the land. Other unknown wildflowers, blooming passionately in the smoke and rain and the sound of partridges, were also rainy poems and emotional ballads, holding up the beautiful Jiangnan for me in my dreams.
I cherish the pillow of fallen flowers. For me there will not be another thing that can replace it, just as there can be no replacement for the memories and deep feelings that will always be alive in my life.
9. The Fine Pen of Life (Jian Chen)
I am not a painter, but it is my wish to capture moments of beauty. I am not a writer, but it is my habit to record every touching moment.
When you think about it, life itself is a book, a painting. Maybe one moment we are readers of books and paintings, but the next moment we are the protagonists of the books and the characters of the paintings. More likely, we are both readers and protagonists at the same time.
Every day is a different book and a different painting. Just our footsteps are too hasty, often forget to read it, appreciate it, casually browsing through the past, it is asserted that life is a flavor of today's plagiarism of yesterday, just formulaic food, clothing, housing and transportation is just. Reading is not only to recognize the symbols, but also to understand the connotation of the symbols; and view the painting, not only the colorful deployment, think carefully, the painting is originally a painting.
I'm a small person, I just hope I'm not so hasty, I hope to be able to quiet down, honestly life a picture slowly look, with my heart to taste. And the pleasant beauty of the moment, touched by the mood, word by word, diligently and tirelessly into the life of the fine pen.
So, everywhere is beautiful.
10. Casting a New Humanity ([English] D.H. Lawrence)
In order to survive, we need to make a concerted effort to integrate all of human cognition into a whole:
We must strive to bring together a wide variety of knowledge; a wide variety of languages into a great and refreshing symphony; a wide variety of humanities into a melting pot to cast a new kind of humanity. A new humanity must be forged by throwing all kinds of humanity into the furnace.
Remember that our needs are not any private needs - not the needs of any one of us. What we need is not honor, not self-satisfaction; what we need is a great drive for unity. With it we can make a great humanity, we can make a free people with individual freedom. One man cannot make a new nation; it is up to all of us. In order to achieve this goal, we should join hands and work together. How happy I am to think of such a wonderful goal. At that time, more people will use their own hands to break free from the shackles until all the chains are smashed.
11. Life ([Afghan] Ulfat)
The same water comes from the same stream, but some drink it from golden cups, while others drink it from earthen cups made of clay. Those who have neither a golden cup nor a clay cup have to drink the water with their hands. There is no difference in water. The difference lies in the vessel that holds the water. The difference between a king and a beggar is in the "vessel". Only those who are most thirsty know the sweetness of water. The thirsty traveler from the desert is the one who knows the taste of water best. Water is the most precious thing to farmers in the heat of the sun at midday, when they are sweating profusely from their work. When a shepherd comes down from the mountains and his mouth is parched, he knows best the sweetness of water if he can lie down by the river and drink. But another man, even though he sits in a green chair, with a beautiful kettle by his side, and takes a few sips from a fine teacup, still cannot taste the sweetness of the water. Why? Because he has not thirsted like the traveler or the shepherd, and has not plowed the ground in the blazing
noon, so he will not feel that need of water. Whoever has not tasted what hunger and thirst taste like, he will never enjoy the sweetness of meal and water, and will not know what life is really like.
12. When will the rain fall (Shin Chu)
When will the rain fall? When will the wind blow? The only word is "wait".
Waiting is the whole of life, sometimes blind, sometimes awake.
When hope does not come, it waits, and when it comes, it waits, for then there is a new hope. But some hope does not come, and so life is disappointment in the midst of waiting. But there is no total disappointment, for there is more than one hope in a man's life.
While waiting, I kept asking myself, "Will the hopeful one really come? Maybe this question is too much, too heavy, will lose some courage, some interest, and sometimes will be hard work.
Waiting too long can be discouraging. Is the world really dark? The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The landscape's self-deception, the mood's self-deception? Natural, unnatural? Confused, sober? Easy, heavy? Floating, flying? Floating, sinking? Why explain when you can't? I don't want to talk about it, but I'm just waiting for it to pass by in silence, to pass through the years, to pass through time and space, to pass through a lot of things, not to talk about it, to wait for it with all my heart.
When waiting, you can do nothing, or you can do everything; you can do what you do every day, or you can do something you've never done before. Waiting is actually quite random.
Since waiting is an unavoidable part of life, what kind of waiting should we choose?
13. Giving away a cloud (Wang Shuchun)
The world of human kindness is more about giving away things, and things are bound to be wrong. I give people to the cloud, the gentleman traveling thousands of miles, look up to see the white clouds, still afraid of breaking the friendship is not? The human warm and cold is the most people care about, people and human interaction is often in this "warm and cold" on the word.
You can't warm your heart by giving him a gift, but giving him a true love may be the winter also feel warm - heart-to-heart conversation, forgetting an outing, recommending each other a few books that can be read to help him get out of the dilemma of an idea? All of this is like a white cloud that you have given him, which will float in his sky forever, delighting him, exciting him, and energizing his life.
In the sky of my friend's life, there is a white cloud that I gave him; in the sky of my life, there are countless white clouds of friendship. I don't want the white clouds to turn into rain, I don't want the white clouds to cover the sun, I don't want the white clouds to produce any miracle, I just want to look at the white clouds often, so that I can understand that there is still friendship in the world. I'd like to give a friend a cloud-like purity, cloud-like transparency, cloud-like life ideals and aspirations, he will live like a cloud like free and free.
14. The days of ease (Wu Xinyu)
There was a bird that flew through the air. In a moment, it returns. But it was no longer the same bird as before.
This, then, is the day.
The day is the bird that never returns, and the day is the bird that is similar. The only thing that makes them cherished is that they never return. The only similarity is that it produces leisure. Zhu Ziqing wrote a "do not rush", the day depicted as a little urchin, I always think, where the day will be so hasty it? The day is knotted in the garden garden buds, seem to open not open. The day is the dewdrops on the fruit, which will be slippery. The day is the sun traveling between the clouds, wanting to rest but not yet resting. The day is not in a hurry. It is not frightened, nor is it afraid of harassment. It has the appearance of heaven and earth and the heart of a sage. It does not run as you run, or stop as you stop, or fly as you fly. It is eternally flowing. Whether it is climbing a steep mountain, or flying over a dangerous stream, it is all in the same posture, dashing and serene. Suddenly, that is, the world's prosperity, decline, honor and disgrace, all into a fleeting cloud of smoke. The day is the smallest, and the largest; the shallowest, and the deepest; the lightest, and the heaviest; the most volatile, and the most motionless. The day is a procession, a procession of ants carrying food, a crowd of mourners, a row of light cavalry patrolling day and night. One day, a super-rich man in order to rush a big business, drill burst his super limousine, wind speed drive to the destination. But at an intersection, the speeding sedan is overturned by a lumbering, slow-moving truck. The tycoon lies in a pool of blood, grinning with a mouthful of gold teeth. And through this golden mouth, the sun proclaimed that there is no destination in life.
Life is a process. Can't we all just take it easy?
15. Friendship (Reed Shen)
Friendship means that you can reach out and hold another warm hand, that you can feel the light of love when you have nothing else to rely on, and that you can be comforted and consoled when you are anxious and lonely. A friend is a brother, a sister, a companion, a confidant, and the ideal husband and wife relationship should be the same (intimate and protective of each other's loneliness). It seems that Eve and Adam are the prototypes of the earliest friends of mankind, and it is according to this example that God inspired the world and designed the future of mankind. The so-called "bone of bone, flesh of flesh" is not only for male-female relationship, but also for ideal friends who are made of the same flesh and blood, the same material and the same element: Boya broke his qin after Zhong Ziqi's death, Theo died a few months after Van Gogh's suicide, and Lok Yi-wo died soon after Hai Zi's martyrdom. A friend is a person whose heart and soul are connected. The Chinese character "朋" is quite meaningful, and we can understand it as two moons sitting in the sky, caring for each other, illuminating each other, indispensable, and the constant light is the link and bridge connecting each other! The long journey of mankind is full of how much cold, lonely, no friend is living in the dark, no friend is a real orphan.
16. Promise yourself (Kristin D. Larson)
Promise yourself that you will be so strong that nothing can disturb the stillness of your heart; that you will talk to everyone you meet about health, happiness, and comfort; that all your friends will feel that they have something to offer; that you will be able to see the bright side of everything; and that you will be able to see the bright side of everything. to see the bright side of everything, so that your optimistic creed may be fulfilled everywhere; to think only of the most pleasing things, and to look forward only to the most delightful ends; to rejoice in the successes of others as much as in your own; to forget the faults of the past, and to look forward to the greater things of the future; to be always with a cheerful countenance, and to give a hearty smile to every living creature whom you meet; to be so busy in the perfection of your own self that you will have no time for the criticisms of others; to be so busy in the perfection of your own self, as to have no time for the criticisms of others. and have no time for the fault-finding of others; will be too liberal to be anxious; will be too noble to be angry; will be too hard to be afraid; will be too cheerful to have a hard heart.
17. Three elements of happiness
There are three indispensable elements of a happy life: First, there is hope. Secondly, there is something to do. The third is to be able to love people. There is hope.
Alexander the Great once showed his generosity by giving a large gift. He gave A a large sum of money, B a province, and C a high official. When his friends heard of this, they said to him, "If you keep on doing this, you will be penniless yourself." Alexander replied, "I am not destitute; I have left myself the greatest gift of all. What I have left is my hope." If a man lives only in memories and loses hope, his life has already begun to end. Memories don't inspire us to live powerfully, memories only allow us to escape, as if a prisoner escaped from prison. There is something to do.
An old Englishwoman, when she was seriously ill and knew that her days were numbered, wrote the following lines: Don't pity me now, don't pity me ever, I'll never work again, never, never, never, never work again. Many people have had times when they are unemployed or have nothing to do, and they feel that the days go by very slowly and that life is very empty. Anyone who has had this experience will know that having a job is not a misfortune, it is a blessing. Being able to love people. The poet Branning once wrote, "He looked at her, she smiled back at him, and life suddenly awoke." With love in our lives, we become refreshed, humbled, alive, and new hope is born, as if there are a thousand things waiting to be accomplished. With love, life springs and the world becomes a multitude of colors.
The perfect prayer would be, "Lord, help me to have the strength to help others."
18. Thinking (Xu Wisdom)
Often I miss some people for no reason.
When I think of some people, I always feel that my life is cut into sections, and each section is linked to some people. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do, but I'd like to know what to do, and I'd like to know what I'm doing. But not only friends, some people who are not friends but have to be connected with them, even some hated people, often have to think of them, so life can be broken down into this way: some are divided by the people you love; some are divided by the people you hate; some are divided by the people you don't care whether you love or hate. Your life is broken up into these three kinds of people. You miss them over the long years, and so you feel that your life is real and full.
Secret thoughts are unseen, colored by feelings of the past, either love or hate, strong or weak, long or short.
When you miss a person, you feel that in the deepest depths of your heart, there are some inexplicable tremors, hidden and visible, wanting to rise and fall, you want to hold on to them, but they are fleeting.
When you miss those people who have slipped through your life, all your love and hate are covered with a faint halo. When you look at them again through the halo, love and hate are transformed into the comfort of experiencing the depth and breadth of life.
19. God only masters half (Luo Qiu Ju)
Since the moment you were born, you are destined to go back. The twists and turns, the trials and tribulations, the smooth joys in between are your destiny. Destiny is always with you, moment by moment. Don't be afraid of its mystery, though sometimes it is unfathomable; don't be afraid of its impermanence, though sometimes it comes and goes without a trace.
Don't bow down to the whims of fate and let it do its bidding. When you are old, you will look back and realize that half of your destiny is in your hands, and only the other half is in the hands of God. The whole point of your life is to use what you have in your hands to get what God has in His.
The more extraordinary your efforts, the larger the half you hold in your hand, and the more fruitful your acquisition. When you are in utter despair, don't forget that you have half of your destiny; when you are complacent, don't forget that God has half of your destiny in His hands. The endeavor of your life is to use your half to obtain the half in God's hands. This is the life of destiny; this is the life of destiny.
20. Return life to the process (Yu Qiuyu )
It cannot be envisioned that the gladiatorial arena of ancient Rome needs to be rebuilt, the ancient city of Pompeii needs to be rebuilt, Angkor Wat in Cambodia needs to be rebuilt, and the ruins of the Mayan culture need to be rebuilt. It's like not being able to envision that ancient bronzes of distant years need to be polished, broken halberds unearthed need to be nickel-plated, Song edition books need to be plasticized, and Han Dynasty old ladies at Mawangdui need to be implanted with breast augmentation and reapplied with heavy make-up. As long as history is not blocked and time is not reversed, everything ages. Just grow old, and peacefully hand over to the world a pair of compassionate beauty. False pretenses of innocence are the cruelest form of self-sabotage. Grandmothers without wrinkles are dreadful, old men without gray hair are regrettable; life without ruins is too tiring, the earth without ruins is too crowded, and the act of covering up ruins is too hypocritical.
Return history to truth and life to process.
-This is the great wisdom of mankind. Of course, not all ruins are worth preserving, or the planet would be scarred. Ruins are the ambassadors of the ancient to the modern, picked and sifted by history. Ruins are the feats of the ancestors, gathering the power and essence of the time. Ruins are a magnetic field, with one pole of antiquity and one pole of modernity, where the compass of the mind is strongly induced. If the magnetic force is lost, the life of the ruins will be lost, and they will soon be eliminated by the people.
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