1. "Yu Lin Ling - Zi Zi Zi Zi"
Era:? Song? Author:? Wang Anshi
Toil. I have been forcing my way into the world of ignorance. What is the use of fame and fortune, and what is the place for attachment, but the cycle of reincarnation. Luckily, there is a bright and empty wonderful consciousness, which can be transcended with a snap of the fingers. I have thrown away the whole tide of things, and recognized a froth as Yingbo. This is the origin of the nature of the true Buddha. But it is only a little bit buried in the delusion. I am not sure how much I would have liked to see him, but I am not sure how much I would have liked to see him, but I am not sure how much I would have liked to see him. Once confused, I will eventually be bent by the old man in Yama. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'll be able to do it.
2. "Memories of Wang Sun - The Divine Boat Steadily Steers Out of the Sinking Stream"
Era:? Song Dynasty Author: Wang Yuanliang Wang Yuanliang
The Shenzhou is a steady boat out of the sinking stream. The moon is shining brightly. The two gentlemen nodded secretly. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. The world is not a place to be.
3. "The Fisherman's Pride - I Have Heard of the Infinite Bitterness of Saha"
Era:? Yuan? Author:? Fan Qi
I have heard that there is no limit to the suffering of the Saha. Death and rebirth are always the masters of the wheel of reincarnation. The six thieves are the companions. I've been living with them. I have never been able to leave in a moment. The two of them are the most difficult to get together. The two are most difficult to meet. The wise masters will not take them. According to my words. I'm not going to be able to get through the gateway anymore.
4. "Leaning over the Mountain Stream-Everyone's Unconsciousness"
Era:? Yuan? Author:? Wang Zhe
Everyone doesn't save, day by day, time rushes by. The road is round and round, and the future is dark as paint. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm not a good person. The false sentiment is just like honey. He is busy picking flowers in the morning and night, and who will eat the juice? If you are still aware of this, you can turn back, Penglai Road, colorful clouds.
5. "Full Court Fans - Rapid Shao Guang"
Era:? Yuan? Author:? Hou Shanyuan
The rapid light of the day has gone by, and it has been very costly. The red face is decaying, the green temples are gradually burnt. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure that I'm going to be able to do it. In the reincarnation place, like a ring of ants, come and go thousands of times. Jun also realize that the heart, Ming Tong Zhou Xiang, dial easy poor lines. The earth and the sky are connected to the Thai, away from the kan since the intersection. Yin back to Yang Sheng Transportation, pure essence, clear * rushed to the sky. Fetal light now, God's wind is more than enough, flying step to play Qiongyao.
Essay on the topic of reincarnationSecluded woods, the sunlight slanting through the branches of the trees wrapped around the earth, pacing, it was a slow and easy mood, as in the late night, sucking in the serenity, very cozy.
Grass in the foot rubbing slippery feeling, is the early dew moisturized its dry it, or else it will be so wet wet touch my heartstrings? I'm a little bit sorry, why there is no stone path in this forest? In my mind, I fantasize that there can be a long wet trail, is made of green stone, stretching into the distance, can not see the end, can only sway with the trail, without any goal, not to have any direction, with the feet of the green stone, a grid of grid to the distant deep pacing, gently, slowly, even if until the sun sets in the west.
The smile at the corner of the mouth with dimples touched the mind, Theresa, I actually built a path for themselves, a little leisurely, this noon approaching, so that the heart more than a few points of weariness, delayed to return to the helplessness of life, I walked with my back on the road without a road, remembered the words of Mr. Lu Xun, "What is the road? I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you can.
"I may have a little bit of extravagant hope, extravagant hope that I walked through the place can leave a residual warmth, for those and I have the same sudden people to leave a little bit of follow the feeling, go, that will become a road it.
Both sides of the poplar with the breeze softly shaking the leaves, rustle in the sound, I did not realize that the wind has long been intercepted, but also has been in the sense that it is just a faint wind silk, then, from the feeling of the tree, the wind, and not as I would like to think, the original still has so much strength? Just, I have never been able to feel that the wind just so lightly swept through the tip of the tree, around the pole, resting in the top of my head? It's a bit unkind, I thought angrily in my mind, difficult? This hot summer, even the wind is afraid? Walked for a long time, the heart is always still loose longing, longing for the front, there will be what gives me surprise, and, let me greatly disappointed, look out, it turned out to have reached the end.
Obviously, I know very well that I have not finished, but also want to go to savor this hollow extension of the bar.
There should be water ah, this forest at the end of the should not have a blue water? Let a person fascinated, cool, or willing to get lost? The water to stand a pavilion, pavilion without more uncertainty, only zero zero when the past, walked through, around, will know where to go, the feeling of anti-like to another place, throw away everything that has been, enjoy the sincere washing, heart, naturally, is also clear.
Standing in the center of this "road", open arms, like the wings of angels, want to take me to fly, close your eyes, let your heart soar with this weak expectation, no matter what place, as long as you fly, you can feel the sun.
Do not want to turn back, do not want to roll along the way, because I am convinced that the road that I have traveled, is still so clear, I do not doubt that I will walk back to the road.
Suddenly a fragrance, like a very light fragrance of the plum, I was pleased, but quickly hide the thoughts, yes, this hot summer, how can there be a plum open? It's the mind that wanders, isn't it? Or is it the thought of a deep expectation? I shook my head and looked helplessly into the distance, the azure sky, wrapped in silky white clouds, like the fish bought back last night, flooded with white fish belly, protesting imprisonment.
Turn back, there is no way ahead.
I had no choice but to wheel myself back, stumbling moodily along the way I came, sinking.
I looked left and right, looking forward to let me surprise the scene appeared, perhaps in the depths of the heart is always still with that timid dream, I am sure, I smelled the fragrance of the flowers, that is as green as the fragrance of the flowers of the plums, but this full of eyes to see, a piece of oil green, green leaves, green grass, where there is what flowers bloomed it? The heart is a little tight, a little lost, hanging the head of that disappointment, shaking the bitter stranded in the shoulders above.
The hustle and bustle of the city has long failed to calm those lonely souls, loaded with the harvest of the heart, could have carried the joy to feel the world, but why is it flashing a road inexplicably overwhelmed by the disappointment? Soulful people, stumbling in this chaotic and bustling society, hovering a wandering heart, in order to money, in order to desire, so sold their souls, who can still so elegantly find their own freshness? Fade, scattered, this forest sunshine is scarce, stingy temperature in this afternoon before the faint mist Ran scattered, clear, eye line with the feeling of feet slowly emerged, the original, the feet really no road, can only reincarnation of that footsteps left the imprints, in order to appreciate the hardships of the road to come.
I still slowly pacing, ebb and flow with the mood of leisure, I think, even if it is turning back, even if reincarnation, should not be tormented by loneliness, right? The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
You said, "As long as you are with me, wherever you are, you are happy.
"The day you left is the day I lost my happiness.
Carrying my beloved red schoolbag to school, I thought I would see you in the evening, and became excited about the end of the school day.
"Today was said by the teacher, is a question did not do it, I am really stupid.
"The heart silently thinking of all the things that happened today.
Ready to go home and tell you.
Walking home, the road is still so kind.
Because you often hold my little hand from here.
Thinking of this, I smiled happily and ran.
Standing in front of the hut and seeing the little joy in the house I pushed open the door and softly called out "Hey".
Rushed into the room looking for you, you were not there.
I saw a note on the table, and the writing was terrible.
I picked up the note, and there were so many words I didn't recognize.
I took out my dictionary and started to look it up, and it said, "I'm leaving, don't look for me, I'm sorry.
"By the time I finished looking it up, it was dark.
Dad came to pick me up.
I asked my dad what it meant to leave, and he was silent for a while and said, "It's that I want you to be happy and study hard" Back home, lying in bed, happy to sleep, because you want me to be happy.
Every day after school still go to that little house to find you, but you are always away.
I asked my dad and he said you went to school and would come to see me after vacation.
I was so happy because when you came back I could really play teacher and student with you.
On the 10th, I ran home crying.
Dad asked why he was crying.
I hit him with a branch and said, "The language teacher said leave means gone, why did you lie to me, you are bad.
"I counted one night, you left for a year.
After that, I stopped going to the little house.
Always went to and from school alone.
The words on the note became a secret of the heart.
Every night, write those ten words in the exercise book.
Dad found someone to replace you, but I caught them all.
Without realizing it, I was 15 years old.
The flower-like age but let me love loneliness.
That day, staring blankly at the book, I saw the heroine of the book say she liked black.
Suddenly remembered that you said you love black, black is your color.
At that time I also said I like red, we laughed together.
I fell madly in love with black because it was you.
Everything I own is black, like I can't breathe without black in my eyes.
No one knew that I was just missing someone.
Mom and Dad were talking about moving.
I rushed out and yelled, "I'm not leaving, not even to die.
"I want to wait for you here.
A gut feeling that you would come back to me.
For you, I waited a reincarnation - 12 years.
You reappeared on the morning of the 10th.
I pushed open the door and saw you standing in front of it in a short red dress.
A long-lost happiness appeared on my face.
Hubei Province, Shishou City, Penjieshan Middle School, junior actinidia This is an original article by a user of this site, and is prohibited from reproducing without permission!
Reincarnation of Fate EssayListening to songs at home and sitting quietly.
The head floated out this sentence: waste of other people's time is equal to the murder of money, waste of their own time is equal to chronic suicide.
It's not.
Right, once the time has passed.
It will not go backward, but we can not stay, can only go forward bravely, not afraid of any storm.
In fact, this is just our life.
Because time this person, is never go back.
The past, let him pass.
What a great statement.
Our teachers often say similar things.
But how many people do that? It seems to be nothing more than talk.
Without the regret of time, how can we cherish time, and how can we leave so many words about time? It seems that people can only eat a yawn long a wisdom.
I sat quietly, listening to songs at home.
When I think of time, I get this image: group after group of people on a drizzly street, running, running, running, blocking the rain with folders in their hands.
The sky is yellow, and even the rain is as dark as the sky.
This is even more frustrating for me, and I think of a word: reincarnation.
People work and run like this day after day, year after year.
Why the rush? Just to catch up with something called time.
This kind of reincarnation will also come to my head, after I grow up.
But it seems that this reincarnation favors me and falls on my head early.
Just when I should be having fun, I can't.
But no matter how we are, it's good or bad.
We always have that little bit more time than they do, right? We have that little bit more fun, right? Maybe that's fate, that's the magic of fate.
Each person's destiny is different, like a human fingerprint, it can't be duplicated.
Every destiny is a song of happiness or sadness, and we can also feel the sadness and happiness in it.
We can also realize the truth from this, the fate of man, always like the ups and downs of the sea, a wave of twists and turns, even if the most bland fate, there is also a little silver wave.
Even if the fate of how fickle, we, in any case, can not resist our fate, but we can choose.
Let's just let us with time, slowly feel the cycle of life, and one day, we will know in whether it is pain or pleasure, everything is beautiful.
Remember, we can not resist fate, but we can choose our fate.
How to modify the word 'reincarnation' in language I want to write an essay, but to modify reincarnation...This world is only fair if there is reincarnation in the world.
If there is no reincarnation, bad people die without bad karma, good people die without good karma, everyone looks out for themselves, do things that harm others and benefit themselves, anyway, there is no afterlife, it's okay to do all the bad things in this life.
It is because there is reincarnation, there is karma, so we have to think twice before doing something, not to be unrewarded, for the time is not.
There are six paths of reincarnation, good people will go to heaven, bad people will go to hell, do have to return.
Knowing that there are six paths of reincarnation, we have a sense of reverence, and we should not do anything evil, and we should do all the good things.
If there is a reincarnation in the world, if there is a reincarnation in the world, if there is a reincarnation in the world, if there is a reincarnation in the world, if there is a reincarnation in the world, then I am so tired. -Doing homework can't be avoided....... These are like a mountain of pressure I can not breathe, so I can not help but suddenly thought: if the world really has reincarnation, then ......... If the world really has reincarnation, I really want to be an eagle circling the mountains, in the blue sky kind of soaring, with bright eyes full of Chinese and foreign scenic spots. Ah, this idea is really good! But I'm afraid - one day I'll be aimed at by a black hole in the muzzle of a gun, and I'll fall to the ground with a bang, and then I'll be ....... No, I don't want to be an eagle! If there is really reincarnation in the world, I really want to be a happy fish, can be in the brook unrestrained roll, jump, can swim in the sea, heh, this treatment is good! But I'm afraid - one day will be ruthless fishing net cover, and then sold to the hands of human beings, don't loaded in the dinner plate, served on the table ...... No, I don't do fish! If there is really reincarnation in the world, I really want to be a free butterfly, with that pair of light wings, dancing in the flowers, enjoying people's compliments to me, the taste, not to mention how beautiful! Hey, this environment is really cool! But I'm afraid - one day caught by the big butterfly net, and then spread on the clean white paper, heavy books in my body pressure down, and then, I also became the thin as yarn specimen ...... No, I do not do butterflies! Alas, it's dangerous to do anything, what am I going to do? Think about it now, I grow up healthy under the care of my parents, but also have such a good learning environment, how happy! Yes, if there is really reincarnation in the world, I still want to be the happy me now! Alas, really, how can I be so tired - get up in the morning to go to school, come back from school to write homework, and in the middle of the night still have to read the text, and the student's duty - doing homework can not not do ....... These are like a mountain of pressure I can not breathe, so I can not help but suddenly thought: if the world really has reincarnation, then ......... If the world really has reincarnation, I really want to be an eagle circling the mountains, in the blue sky kind of soaring, with bright eyes full of Chinese and foreign scenic spots. Ah, this idea is really good! But I'm afraid - one day I'll be aimed at by a black hole in the muzzle of a gun, and I'll fall to the ground with a bang, and then I'll be ....... No, I don't want to be an eagle! If there is really reincarnation in the world, I really want to be a happy fish, can be in the brook unrestrained roll, jump, can swim in the sea, heh, this treatment is good! But I'm afraid - one day will be ruthless fishing net cover, and then sold to the hands of human beings, don't loaded in the dinner plate, served on the table ...... No, I don't do fish! If there is really reincarnation in the world, I really want to be a free butterfly, with that pair of light wings, dancing in the flowers, enjoying people's compliments to me, the taste, not to mention how beautiful! Hey, this environment is really cool! But I'm afraid - one day by a big butterfly net
Request an article of "Life, Reincarnation" about 800 words, to add the feeling of life, to mean...I'm sorry, I'm not composing for you. In fact, you should write it yourself, seriously, there are great benefits . Think about it, then you can see what you didn't expect, think about what you live for, what your pursuit is ... I don't mind writing for you, but I'd like to say that it's better if you write yourself, only then you can improve. And I think it's a good idea to write this essay so that you can see life a little more thoroughly!
Warm Reincarnation Short Essay AnswersReturning to this world, I am almost not the same person I was before, which did not experience any great ups and downs, life and death, but it is a subtle and marvelous step into another part of the life, and calmly so that I almost never defended.
Expand I had the other half of my life, and, not long after, a bloodline of my own.
Now, this mysterious, loveable little thing has been in our bed for more than two months, chubby as a little apple, and every day I gaze at him, wanting to swallow him in one bite.
They asked me how happy I was, but I didn't feel the need to be ecstatic and panicked.
Everything that should come will come, and I will use all my ability to be kind to everything, including my own heart! The only thing that bothers me is to help him name.
I was thinking about this more than a decade ago, but put it off until I was discharged from the hospital, put it off until the hospital was rushing to check out, and then the night before my heart was clear as a mirror and the water was ready.
There are so many good names, poetic, heroic, warm, quirky, but in the end, it's just that parents under the sky are looking forward to a safe and healthy life for their children.
Because of the combination of the eight characters and the five elements, a lot of good names can not be used, finally, finally took a good reading and writing, complementary to the five elements, the three good, heaven and earth personality are auspicious common name, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief, a little regret is not stunning literary.
And all the past, and almost all the past.
How much I want to show the world, to those who had doubts, I just need to meet a right person, and I, will certainly be the envy of the bystanders of other people's husbands.
My wife, indifferent and warm, dull and cute like a child, but independent enough for me to have enough free world, my child is healthy and lovely, there are four or five adults around him.
My parents in-laws, in my eyes are the world's best mom and dad, always pay, do not ask for return.
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Seek a 600-word essay on duskDusk Dusk summer, hot sun.
The sky presents a look of bloodthirsty evening sunshine, intertwined in this cave lake shore.
I send my heart with the moon, love the day red shore day.
The dusk horizon, sketched out a rendering of the parting, the sun, colorful light, confusing, accompanied by the distant sky was split red haze devourer, the whole world is filled with a red paradise.
In addition to the ripples of the lake reflection of this fascinating sunshine, all everything, like isolation of the earthly short grass, ash the whole field, just floating that the dappled shadow of the trees and rolling hills.
In my dream, I only want to find the dusk of the red.
You see the dazzling light and the swaying tree shadow rope in the heart of the entanglement, it seems to reincarnate a thousand years before the legacy of the dream, confused in the blue sea and blue sky of the earthly world, gradually, has been drowsy eyes, the past return to the past, when I leisurely look at the magnificence of the blue sky, there is always that boredom, because it is a vision of the reality.
I can't go back to this deep blue sky at ease, long back to break the dream of smoke and clouds, only to seek the eyes of the quiet twilight.
In memory, very few days can let me alone network sadness in the twilight of this Lang Lang poetic, the desire for that dream has become the heart of a cut plum, open in the depths of memory.
Such as I will be this reddish color shrouded, and the white, messy hair, blowing constantly thoughts.
Become a whisper across the river, that day, I just look up, look up just daylight has not yet faded dark red left in the sky, at the end of this doomsday, not exhaustive tears and rain drifting.
If the sky at night, soaked with tears, still stay, drunken dreams of life and death at a loss, wrong, Yin and free mind to sit alone in a cup.
The pursuit of a dream, meandering between reality and deviation, wandering, sentimental and difficult to predict, seems to regret the days long, can not heavy hand to go to the heart-breaking sadness.
The helplessness of the injury is located in the mountain evening, quietly feel the cold night sky.
Consumed, this humble sorrow, broken the pain of this lovesickness.
Commitment, the smoke disappears, the past, has become the wind of the sun, smeared red memory, gray that thought.
It is this kind of escape that makes us long for a kind of mooring that belongs to ourselves, searching for so long, why is still a person? Because they want to find a cozy harbor inside, you see that gurgling water, such as the hook of the curved moon.
Does it make you quiet the reddish soot, to wait for shelter? It is the scrubbing of time, want to let a person quietly sitting in the silence of this twilight in the dark to eliminate the sadness.
No matter what that hurt for a long time, will be y impressed by the dim color.
Yesterday's heart is still there, today run by the flow.
The sunset always reminds you of the past.
But when everything is covered by this only to find that the world of dusk is also a dream of longing, that is a kind of leisure, a kind of leisure, a kind of medicine to make you smile flooded, but also a kind of poison to make you cry.
But always let you linger, let you sigh this drunkenness.
This drunkenness, you can not give.
Even the air is filled with your habitat, sitting quietly on the ground, looking out over the distant mountains, smoke, bamboo shadow, mottled intoxication, dreaming of blowing back to the corner of the camp, I entered the bustling sky after all the rendering of the clear light of the fallen leaves, this yellowish sky seems to be late in the autumn that poetic, ten thousand white clouds such as a gauze shrouding the quiet dusk, such as the ink out of the hand of the painting of the south, the occasional gesture out of the sunset, the sun's afterglow, the mind is not a good place to be.
Sink, this kind of dusk.
Allow me to fall in love with your crimson fragrance, memory-like surge because lost for too long, forget the tenderness of drunkenness, love the red dust of sorrow.
I overcame myself People often say that a person's greatest enemy is himself, and overcame himself to defeat the opponent.
That unforgettable campaign let me have a deep understanding of this classic words.
It was just the fourth day of school, after the bell rang, the teacher went up to the podium to the class and said: "According to the results of yesterday's self-nomination and recommendation, today's election students assistant principal, there are two students to carry out a PK battle ......" The students All of a sudden was amused, the whole classroom in addition to the sound of laughter or laughter.
But the students' laughter and the teacher's words made me more and more nervous.
There was a devil and an angel fighting in my heart.
The devil whispered in my ear, "This opponent is not ordinary, she is smart, good grades, often praised by the teachers, and is always a role model for the students, how can you compare? Forget it, give up!" The angel encouraged me: "You have more experience than her, believe in yourself, you can do it!" ...... Good thing she was the one who gave the speech first.
"Phew -" I breathed a sigh of relief and was secretly happy to see how she spoke first, or to learn from her experience.
She spoke well, but I noticed that she kept her head down the whole time she was reading, and she looked very uninspired.
I recalled that when George W. Bush read his campaign speech for re-election to the US presidency, he looked at the speech and then looked up at the audience, which made him look confident.
Yes, I should ...... realize that she read the campaign words, and the applause on the stage was "popping".
The applause is really warm ah! I heart and not solid, I can win her? Time does not allow me to think more, I went up to the podium to start the speech: "Success comes from persistence, persistence comes from self-confidence, self-confidence comes from the strength, strength comes from the accumulation of ......" I also follow the example of George W. Bush, look up to see the classmates and then lowered his head to look at the campaign words.
After the speech, the deafening applause came from the stage.
Great! I thought to myself.
"Stand by whoever you support!" The teacher said with a smile.
The students left their seats and rushed to the podium in droves.
Before I could regain my senses, two classmates each took my hand and said, "I vote for Xie Yuting, I vote for Xie Yuting!" Then another classmate lunged at me, my heart was about to jump out of my chest, what would be the result? In the end, I narrowly won by three votes.
"Yay -" I was so happy, I couldn't help but jump up and down with my "supporters".
This campaign I succeeded!" Success comes from persistence, and persistence comes from confidence.
"Thanks to the "angel" in my heart, and finally defeated the "devil", so that I saw the strength, I can do!
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