2. The wind chimes of youth, blowing open the heart, the colorful flute of youth, blowing the dream, the note of youth drive me to hope. Youth, this wonderful season, it is the time we sow hope, cherish it, grasp it, so that it in our hands to put out the eye-catching luster.
3. It is said that the ship of life can not be without the sail of ideal.
It is said that the ideal of life is for the ideal life.
And the happiest time in the ideal life is the flowering season of dreams.
4. Love is a ray of sunshine in winter, dispersing the cold frost; love is a drought after a sweet rain, moisturizing the cracked heart; love is a beacon in the ocean, pointing out the hope of new life.
5. I don't know if I've ever brushed past you, you're gently like a thin cloud in the sky, even if it's unattainable, it also takes away the attention of my mind ......
6. In life, everyone encounters undesirable things, such as frustration, misunderstanding, being criticized and so on. At that time, the feeling, undoubtedly, is an insurmountable obstacle. But later, looking back, it is only a wave in the river of life, colorful years of a fragrance.
7. Life needs applause.
Many people often lament: it is difficult to find a soulmate. What is the soulmate, soulmate is not the applause in life?
8. It's like the wind for the sails, like the temperature for the seeds, like the sunshine and rain for the growth of all things, praise is an indispensable spiritual nourishment for our growth process.
9. There is a kind of flower in the world that will not wither, that is the smile. It does not distinguish between the four seasons, regardless of the north and south, as long as there are crowds of people will be open. The more noble the mind, the more beautiful the flower of smile.
10. I held the hopeful grass ring and watched as he slowly disappeared from my sight. I smiled and sat down, only to realize that the grass behind me was so vibrantly green.
1. The quiet and secluded prose, the unique biographies of famous people, the mysterious and unpredictable science fiction, and the humorous and lively foreign masterpieces are my sole favorites in the dead of night.
2. I appreciate the subtlety of Wang Guozhen's "Lamentation", the profoundness of Zhu Ziqing's "Rush", the romance of Qiong Yao's "Smoke and Rain", and the sharpness of Lu Xun's "Theory of Friendly Surprises".
3. The flood demon ravaged, how many villages and towns were swallowed up, how many fields were buried, and how many people were displaced, how many people struggled in the flood. At this time, the party's good cadres came, the most lovely people came, young volunteers came, they used flesh and blood to resist the flood demon attack again and again.
4. The composer puts them down on his heartstrings, and the performer lets them flow in his heart. Listen carefully! That lovely song, from the treetops, from the shadow of the moon, from the meadows, gently travels in all directions.
5. Smile, and you will find what a noble virtue it is--
When you fall, it gives you sunny assistance;
When you are lost, it gives you wave-like courage;
When you are lost, it gives you breezy comfort;
When you are impulsive, it gives you sky-like courage.
6. When you are lost and discouraged, you want someone to give you courage; when you are hesitant, you want someone to give you understanding; when you are poor in spirit, you want to give you warm applause.
7. Innovation makes the era of rapid change: the creation of the Special Administrative Region, the ancient fishing village into a bustling modern city; reform and opening up, the ancient civilization of new vitality, a country 1. The helplessness of life, sometimes does not originate from the self, other people mindlessly constructed, that is a kind of mistake. Life is contradictory, the distance between day and night, the cycle between spring, summer, autumn and winter, so there is a fussy favorite, so that the helplessness added to the joy of waiting.
8. The whole world, because of the sun, the city has a vitality; small mind, because of the sun, the heart has a comfortable. Bright golden yellow, small shadow imaging between the trees on the leaf pan has a little broken like gold, the sea reflected directly on the surface of the waves to stay with the tumbling of the debris, for the creation of the beauty of this nature, intoxicated by the feeling of warmth, thick warmth mixed with brightness and tenderness, so that after the rain is over the long-lost sunshine after the heart of renewed nourishment!
9. When the flashy give us too much deception, the reality of the false almost let us forget the existence of the real, is the true love back to the heart of the lost, is the true love to bring us the most pure, the most real feeling, it is the beauty of the flow of the oath, penetration of the eternal persistence of the true love.
10. Youth, laughter and crying mixed with the years, youthful teenagers are flying in the blue sky young eagle, although not fully grown, some childish, some ignorant, off the hands of parents but desperately want to find a piece of the sky belonging to their own for a moment of passion, for a feeling of soaring alone. 15! 15. Lamenting life, because there has not been a sensational feat, feel small, feel mediocre, seems to be too simple life, simple to make people feel irritable. There is no big talk about the future, just a more realistic grip on the present, I think, this is a road, everyone must embark on a journey, once saw such a sentence: the process of growth is long but full of self-destruction of the process is short but left a lifetime of pain, life can be said to be a test, where to go from here depends on the self.
1, the moonlight like running water, quietly dipped in this piece of leaves and flowers. Thin green mist floats up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and like a dream enveloped in a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a light layer of clouds in the sky, so that it did not shine aloud; but I thought that this was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep was indispensable, but a nap also had a special flavor. The moonlight was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the heights, falling in different mottled black shadows, were as craggy as ghosts; the sparse shadows of the changing willows were like paintings on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and the shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous song played on Van Shuren. (Zhu Ziqing, "Moonlight in a Lotus Pond"
2, peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch a trip. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the sunset, and the white ones are like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor, closed his eyes, the tree seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears! Thousands of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flitted about. Wildflowers were everywhere: a variety of species, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and winking. (Zhu Ziqing, "Spring")
3. Standing on the drawbridge between the canyons, in the light of the full moon, we called you up to come and see the moonlight that hangs high in the sky, but you refused with a smile. Leaning at the other end of the drawbridge, in the darkness of the mountain wall, you said, "It is well for me to see you from here, for, then, you contain the moonlight." The mountain breeze was brisk, the flowing water moaned and gasped at the turn, and H beside you gasped softly at such a beautiful phrase. The moonlight is like water and wine, clear and mesmerizing, why does my heart ache at this moment? Is it because I feel hidden in the transparent moonlight? Is it because I feel my own lack and regret in the midst of such a perfect round of clear light? It is as if there is a kind of fear that follows me everywhere. When I was young, the shadow in my heart came from the uncertainty of the road ahead, what will I meet? What will I become? There is no revelation or sign. (Silmurong "flowers")
4, wind and smoke are clean, Tianshan **** color. From the stream drifting, any thing. From Fuyang to Tonglu, one hundred miles, strange mountains and water, the world is unique. The water is all misty blue, thousands of feet to see the bottom. Swimming fish and fine stones, straight to see no obstacles. Rapid turbulence is very arrow, fierce waves like running. The high mountains on the banks are all covered with cold trees, which compete with each other for the top; they are all pointing straight up to the top, and have become peaks by the thousands. Spring water stirs up the rocks, sounding; good birds chirp each other, calling into a rhyme. The cicadas are endless, and the apes are endless. Those who are hostile to the sky look at the peaks and rest their hearts; those who are practical in world affairs forget their desires. The horizontal cocoon is covered, in the daytime is still dusk; the sparse stripes are reflected, sometimes see the sun. (Wu Jun "and Zhu Yuan Si book")
5, do not meet the north of the fall, has been nearly more than ten years. In the south every year in the fall, always think of the Taoranting reed, Diaoyutai willow shadow, the West Mountain of the insects singing, Yuquan night moon, Tanzhe Temple bells. In Beiping, even if you do not go out to strike, that is, in the Imperial City in the middle of the sea of people, renting people a rafter to live in the rafters, get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea, to the yard, you can see a very high and very high turquoise color of the sky, listen to the green world of the sound of the flight of the domesticated pigeons. From the bottom of the acacia leaves, counting the sunlight that leaks down from the east, or in the waist of the broken wall, quietly facing the blue flowers of the trumpet-like petunias (Chao Rong), you can naturally feel very much like autumn. When it comes to petunias, I think that blue or white is the best, purple-black is the second best, and light red is the lowest. Best of all, but also in the bottom of the petunia, there are a few sparsely thin and long autumn grass, so as to accompany. (Yu Dafu "Autumn in the Old Capital")
6. Singing the surprises of childhood Singing the loneliness of middle age Thinking of the carved bamboo cages Thinking of the huodeng hedges Thinking of the mooncakes Thinking of the osmanthus flowers Thinking of the pomegranate fruits full of pearls Thinking of the yellow leaves in the old garden Thinking of the leftover lotus on the wild ponds Thinking of the wild geese flying south Thinking of the piles of haystacks in the fields Thinking of the mothers calling us to go back to the house for more clothes Thinking of the years sneaking off for many many years (Liushahe "It's that cricket")
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7. The gods in the clouds, the fairies in the mist, the gods and fairies in the mountains of Guilin! The water of the Li River is as deep as love and as beautiful as a dream! The water is a bit heavy, and the mountains are a bit heavy. The city of Guilin is surrounded by water and mountains. ...... Is it a city of mountains or water? It's all in the green hills and green water ......! The mountains and the water are in my heart, where do I come from? ...... The waves of the Yellow River and the winds of the outside world. This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world. The saddle dreamed of the sandbox painted: "Guilin landscape A world" (He Jingzhi "Guilin landscape song")
8, is smoke or fog, we can not identify, only to see a gray piece of the old boss a high mountain, up and down, wrapped up a tightly. The ancient Mount Tai looks more and more Cuiwei. We just passed Dai Zong Fang, the roar of the sky attracted us to the front of the Tiger Mountain Reservoir dam. Seven strands of water, from the reservoir's bridge hole jumped out, as if the seven flash yellow brocade, straight down, touching the jagged rocks, stirring up a snow-white water droplets, offline, generally, scattered in the migratory water. This place is called Qiu Zai Wan: it is said that Qiu Zai has long been ferried to heaven by Lu Dongbin, but when I look at it, I can see that it is jumping and tossing like it has returned to its former home. (Li Jianguo, "Climbing Mount Tai in the Rain")
9. This flat, thick green is really lovely. She loosely wrinkled valance, like a young woman dragging the skirt; she gently fiddled, like the beating heart of the first love of a virgin; she is smooth and bright, like coated with "bright oil" in general, as soft as egg whites, so tender, one would like to think of having touched the most tender skin; and she does not mingle with some of the dregs of the law, just like a piece of warm jasper, only clear! She is like a warm jasper, just a clear color - but you can't see through her! I have seen the green poplar in Shichahai, Beijing, can not get rid of the goose yellow background, seems too light. I have also seen Hangzhou Hupang Temple next to the high and deep "green wall", overlapping the infinite blue grass and green leaves, that seems too thick. For the rest, the waves of the West Lake are too bright, and those of the Qinhuai River are too dark. Lovely, what will I compare you to? How can I compare you? About the pool is very deep, so it can contain such a strange green; as if the blue sky melted a piece in it, so it is so fresh and moist ah. --That intoxicating green! If I could cut thee for a sash, I would give it to the light dancer; she would be able to float in the wind. If I could give thee for eyes, I would give them to the blind girl who sings so well, and she would have eyes to see with. I could not spare thee; how could I spare thee? I patted thee with my hand, and caressed thee, as a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. And I took thee into my mouth, and kissed her. I'll give you a name, I'll call you "daughter green" from now on, okay? (Zhu Ziqing "green")
10, so I recalled another picture, which is in the so-called "Loess Plateau"! That
Side of the mountain most of the bald, but layers of terraces, the bald dressed up sparsely fall
fall some yellow hairs of the head of the mange, especially those high stalks of plants long and neat, waiting for the review of the
parade of the procession, in the evening wind swaying, there is a kind of loving gesture.
It is even better that on the night of March 5, the sky is so blue, almost transparent, the moon
bright from the top of the mountain, seems to be only a few feet, from a distance to look at the top of the mountain of the millet bushes stand up, just like the angry hair on the head of the people
this time suddenly from the ridge of the mountain two horns to grow, then the cattle
whole body also appeared, the human figure of the plough appeared, and there is not much, maybe
There is a lot of people, the plough is not a lot, but there is no one, the plough is not a lot of people. There were only three or two, perhaps
with a child, and they came down, silhouetted against a background of blue sky, black mountains, and silvery moonlight, making a silhouette that an idyllic poet would have marveled at
as a wonderful subject. But there was no end to it. These late farmers, still put their
that short song of coarse breath, with a pleasant melody, from the top of the mountain down, until they did not
into the mountain pass, still only the blue sky, bright moon and dark mountains, the song but the sound of the lingering
does not dissipate. (Contradictory "Landscape Talk")
11, that is a kind of tree, straight trunk, straight branches. Its trunk is usually ten feet high, as if by hand, within a ten feet, no side branches; all of its branches, all upward, and close together, also as if by hand, into a bundle, no horizontal and oblique escape; its broad leaves are upward, almost no oblique, not to mention drooping; its skin, smooth and silver halo, slightly greenish color. This is in the north of the wind and snow under the pressure but maintain a stubborn stand of a kind of tree! Even if it is only a bowl thick, but it is trying to develop upward, high to ten feet, two feet, towering in the sky, indomitable, against the northwest wind. （
12. At first it was very quiet. Then suddenly a bird called. My friend Chen clapped his hands, and we saw a big bird fly up, and then we saw a second one, and a third one. We continued to clap our hands. Soon the forest became very lively. Everywhere there were birds, everywhere there were birds. Big, small, flowery, black, some stood on the branch called, some fly up, some fluttering wings ...... (Ba Jin, "Bird Paradise")
13, Qutang Gorge on the mouth of the three gorges, for the three gorges of the most dangerous, if Qutang Gorge is like a gate, then the Wushan Gorge is simply like the river a meandering gallery. Boat with the mountains, a left turn, a right turn, every curve, every bend, are to you to unfold a wonderful painting of the landscape. The mountains on both sides of the river are very strange and continuous, and the twelve peaks of Wushan Mountain have the posture of each peak. Suddenly, dark gray rocks hang straight down from the sky and dip into the heart of the river, making one think of a huge exclamation point. (Liu Baiyu, "Three Days on the Yangtze River")
14. If there is sunshine alone, it is not surprising. Please close your eyes and think: an old city, with mountains and water, all under the sun in the sky, warm and comfortable sleep, just waiting for the spring breeze to wake them up, this is not the ideal state? (Lao She, "Winter in Jinan")
15. When night falls, all the big and small boats are lit up. From the twofold glass reflected the radiation of the yellowish scattered light, back haloed a hazy haze; through this haze, in the dull water waves, and teased a wisp of bright ripples. In this haze and ripples, listening to the leisurely intermittent paddling, who can not be introduced to his beautiful dream to go? Only worry about too many dreams, how can these small and large boats carry ah? We were talking vaguely about the late Ming Dynasty, the Qinhuai River, such as "Peach Blossom Fan" and "Banqiao Miscellany" contained. We were really mesmerized. It was as if we had seen the lights reflecting on the water, and the boat was floating on the waves. So our boat became a reloading of history. We finally realized that the boat in Qinhuai River was more elegant than other places and had a strange attraction, which was really the result of many historical images. (Zhu Ziqing "pulp sound and light in the shadow of the Qinhuai River")
16, do not have to say green vegetable beds, smooth stone well bar, tall soapberry trees, purple mulberry; do not have to say that the cicadas in the leaves of the tree, long chant, fat wasps ambush in the cauliflower, the light of the call of the sky (larks) from the grass suddenly scampered to the clouds in the sky. The short area around the mud wall root alone is infinitely interesting, the oil ridge sings lowly here, the crickets play the piano here, turn over the broken bricks, sometimes you will meet the centipede; there is also the spotted paper, if you press its spine with your finger, then it will clap, and from the back of the hole will spurt out a puff of smoke. He Shouwu vine and woodlily vine entwined, woodlily has a lotus like fruit, He Shouwu has a swollen root. Some people say, He Shouwu root is like the human form, eat it can become immortal, I then often pull it up, pulling up constantly, and had also broken the mud wall, but never saw a piece of root like a human. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, like small coral beads saved into small balls, sour and sweet, color and taste are far better than mulberries. (Lu Xun, "From the Hundred-Clover Garden to the House of Three Flavors")
17. What goes despite the going, what comes despite the coming; and what haste in the midst of the going and the coming? When I got up in the morning, two or three directions of slanting sunlight came into the hut. The sun had feet, and moved softly and quietly; and I followed in a bewildered whirl. And so - when I wash my hands, the day passes through the basin; when I eat, the day passes through the bowl; and when I am silent, it passes before my staring eyes. When I perceived that he was going in haste, and stretched out my hand to cover it, he passed by it again; and when it was dark, and I was lying in bed, he eloquently passed over me, and flew away from my feet. By the time I opened my eyes to meet the sun again, the day had slipped away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadows of the new day began to flicker in my sighs. (Zhu Ziqing, "Rush")
18, sometimes there are black clouds in the sky, and the clouds are very thick, the sun comes out, the human eye can not see. However, the sun in the black clouds radiating light, through the black clouds of the heavy, for the black clouds set a luminous golden edge. Then the sun slowly broke through and appeared in the sky, even coloring the black clouds purple or red. By this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water were glowing, even I myself had become bright. (Bakin "sunrise on the sea")
19, the sun sets soon, the western sky, still burning a piece of red-orange evening sun. The sea, too, was colored red by this haze, and it was even more spectacular than the view of the sky. Because it is active, whenever a row of waves rise, the haze reflected on the crest of the waves, red and bright, almost like a piece of HuoHuo burning fire, flickering, disappeared. And the row behind it flickered and rolled and surged over. (Junqing, "A Midsummer Night at the Seashore")
20. It amazed us all that this strange and ugly stone was originally from heaven! It has mended the sky, in the sky fever, flashed light, our ancestors may have looked up to it, it gave them light, yearning, longing; and it fell down, in the dirt, in the weeds, lying for hundreds of years ! I felt my ignorance and the greatness of the ugly stone, and I even resented it for having endured all these years in silence ! I even resented the fact that it had endured all these years in silence! And I immediately felt its greatness of survival that did not succumb to misunderstanding and loneliness. (Jia Pingwa's "The Ugly Stone")