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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 peaches, apricots, pears. 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 clear throat, singing a melodious tune, with the light wind and running 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, "Spring"
Life is like a river of spring water flowing eastward, he originated from the highest place, snow and ice is his predecessor. He gathered 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 all that he encountered; sometimes he encountered the northwest of the former obstacles, he was indignant rushed up, roared, circling back and forth, wave after wave undulating urge, until he passed, rushed 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. , only added to his many new-born strength; sometimes he met the evening sun and the crescent moon, shining on him, projecting to him, with some ghostly warmth in its coolness: he only wanted to rest, only wanted to sleep, and the force of that forward movement, still pressed him onward ...... (Bingxin's "Talking about Life") Add a comment
Thinking Little Fish
In every pond, there is the breath of the ocean. 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 through the fields of the fall moon, I am reminded of a poet's kowtow to old Tolstoy: must everything / ripe / hang its head low? There is no mistake, every step we take will become a thing of the past, whether they are joyful meetings 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, just as Rosa Luxemburg said: "No matter where I go, as long as I am alive, the sky, the clouds and the beauty of life, will all be with me. beauty, will be with me!" A narrow and selfish mind can become its own hell, while a broad and cheerful mind can become a heaven for others. Hell and heaven are separated by only one layer. And all the flames of envy always begin by burning themselves. An old writer told me: "How much time have your feet crushed? But don't regret it, as long as the steps are true, whose steps, are deep." Don't you miss the intersections of the past as you finally win the flowers of success? Don't you miss the wood of yesteryear as you recreate the splendor of your successful house? Trust Trusting someone sometimes takes many years. It is therefore pointless to trust only those who can please you; if you trust everyone you meet, you are a fool; if you trust without hesitation and in haste, you may be rejected so quickly by the one you trust; if you trust out of a superficial need, you may be rejected by the one you trust; if you trust out of a superficial need, you may be rejected by the one you trust; if you trust out of a superficial need, you may be rejected by the one you trust. If you only trust a person out of some superficial need, then the ensuing suspicion and betrayal may be annoying; but if you hesitate to trust a person worthy of your trust, then you can never get the sweetness of love and the warmth of the human world, and your life will also be dull. Trust is a living feeling, trust is also a noble emotion, trust is a kind of connection 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.
Heart Spring Dingdong
Everyone has a clear spring in their heart that washes your soul and nourishes your life. It is only because of the daily trivialities of life's chaos that obscures her ring of wonderful sound, hazy her clear blue transparency.
At the end of the night, the sky is silent. Whenever this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the garden of the heart, and truly examine yourself, and in the depths of life, you finally listen to a hint of leisurely crunching. This is a poem of truth and beauty. Like sweet rain, like the spring breeze, soft and slow and timeless.
The moon is hidden and the stars are visible, the dew is heavy and the wind is light. Whenever this time, you can face up to the naked conscience, out of the world's box, in the soul of the high place, you finally feel a wave of inevitable rhythms. This is a song of goodness and beauty! Like the white moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and serene.
Against the wind and against the travel of you, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one by one, one by one, a journey and a journey, your heart springs will be open to the surge of ...... finally came to the realization that: life doesn't believe in tears, and failure doesn't mean to stifle success! There is nothing in the world eternal fluke let you forever complacent, what eternal misfortune in the world let you permanently pain?
The splendor of life rejects not mediocrity, but mediocrity! So when you are happy, you should think more about it, as long as you don't betray the beautiful original intention; when you are embarrassed and disillusioned, you should envision more, as long as you don't fictionalize the bitter dream of not waking up!
With the heart of the spring to extinguish the fire of jealousy, with the heart of the spring to wash out the dust of vanity, life will gain infinite ease. The fluttering and whispering of the heart spring to tell you clearly: the human heart is not as sinister as you think, life is not as bleak and heavy as you rendered it!
Far away from the vile tilting, avoid the world of strife, close to the heart of Dingdong spring, listening to the heart of the spring Dingdong ......
Revisit a dash of beautiful mood; soothe a tired heart; look back to a section of the lane cool life.
Listening to the fountain of the heart, so that the thoughts towards a profound purity; listening to the fountain of the heart, so that life is more and more rich and vivid.
Stream
Transparent stream, clear as a mother's eyes.
Spring, your eyes are a splash of color;
Summer, your eyes are a rich green;
Autumn, your eyes are a clear blue;
Winter, you are tired - close your eyes, and stop singing.
You take in the clouds in the blue sky, the evening sun at dusk, and the stars in the night sky; and you leave behind my childhood figure.
Heh! The rustling sugarcane forest by this stream, with its sweet-smelling wind, had blown my childhood dreams! I lay by your side and felt the happiness of leaning on my mother's breast ......
You are an old song in our lives--
You look out and see the procession of bride-welcomers on donkeys coming, and a few oboes playing sad music;
You look to see a few stout men, carrying bulky wooden coffins coming, sending the old man up the hill;
You hear it, too: the unicycle at the foot of the hill, with its squeaking and muffled voice, groaning through the poor land ......
Without you, who left us the colors of nature;
Who gives us record of the sorrows and joys of the mountain people?
Transparent stream, you gave me eyes that could distinguish colors.
When I was by your side and found myself becoming a teenager, I had to travel far.
You sent me out of the mountains like the mother who raised me!
Autumn Storm
I wanted to get wet so badly, so badly that the rain would wash away the memories. Perhaps the rain would sober me up. The feeling of the rain on my face can make it hard to tell if it's tears or rain, so I can say, Boys don't cry!
The rain gently and softly sprinkled on the earth, rinsing away all the dirty dust on the earthly ground, giving people a clean and clean feeling, yet the cold rain could not rinse away the gray mood on me! I walked out from the center of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I went to the center of that boulevard and stood there, with only the sound of the rain before and after me, and people hiding somewhere. It was so nice! Holding an umbrella, there was a soft and cozy feeling in my heart that I hardly dared to breathe. Once had a scene, a scene, one after another lens as if it had long been negotiated, slowly from my eyes in the rain, slowly walk through ......
Rain from the sky fell on the umbrella, from the umbrella wet into my gradually cold body, I just stood, I do not know how long I stood, and I do not know if it is tired. I can no longer choose to use such a kind of eyes sadly gazing at you, so I, the feeling of happiness has become a kind of heartache! This rain, can not see is horizontal or oblique, my umbrella, also do not know which direction to cover. An umbrella, a person, walking in the rain and wind feeling is so lonely! Then silently turn around and leave that corner. Although it is a hurried glimpse, already enough for me to recall the whole day.
The rain slowly stopped, the sluggish autumn wind blew through, blowing away the golden maple leaves all over the ground, points into tears, floating away to a faraway place, turning into a cloud. The heart lost, with the sluggish autumn wind to chase but nowhere to be found! The ground, into dust. Who, until when, look up to see the genius visible rainbow, look back at the wind and not see the sand and dust; perhaps the water long to the east, things are not the same; perhaps the edge of this shoulder, looking back has passed! Maybe I am too much fantasy and forget that I am not a god; maybe I am too obsessed and forget that things are in heaven. I'm not a god, but I wish to move the gods, but I believe that heaven knows. I would like to find a piece of pure land to plant a rose and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I wish the seasons would follow my heart and the flowers would bloom; I wish the autumn wind would be like a song!
Life is like tea
Drinking tea, drinking is a state of mind, feel the body and mind is purified, filtered out of impatience, precipitation is deep thought. Tea is a kind of mood, a kind of silence; a kind of smile but also knit the sadness; a kind of "a thousand red cups, ten thousand colors with the kiln," after the bustle of the lonesome.
Tea is a collection of memories of spring, tea in any season, you can feel the lazy sunshine of spring. Sitting in a person's room, pour a cup of tea, watching the tea leaves roll will often give birth to a lot of feelings: tea to boil water only after the fragrance, life also has to go through the trials and tribulations to be frank. No matter who, if you can not withstand the world of cold and warm, floating and sinking, I'm afraid that you can not taste the fragrance of life. Look at the tea, just rushed into the water, rolling back and forth in the water, not like the first time in the world we? Everywhere bumping into walls, all over the body.
As such, I love tea. Said line with the nature of the heart or, said the elegant, although so far still do not dare to say "taste" and only said "drink", but also by only drinking the bitter tea, to "smell" out of the tea fragrance to the Nowadays, it has reached the point where you can't live without tea.
The days without tea really feel bland and tasteless.
In my case, the favorite in a lonely rainy night, brew a cup of tea, sitting alone in front of the window, watching the leaves fall, listening to the rain knocking on the window pane, in the dense tea fog, in the faint tea, tasting clear and shallow bitterness, want to think of thick and light matters of the heart ......
Gently shake the hands of the cup of tea, look at the light green tea The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the best products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the best products and services in the world. Anxious I often can't wait for the tea to brew well, blowing lightly on the mouth of the cup, driving a ripple of tea vortex, to see the tea leaves gathered and scattered, helplessly separated. Sip a small mouthful of tea, let the shallow bitterness in the tongue ripples open, overflowing teeth throat. Afterwards, take a deep breath, the remaining aroma full of lips, spread in the lungs and bowels, cleansed of all the tired indifference. People seem to be drunk, hazy, long unwilling to wake up.
It is the night, the tea room, the cup of tea from light to thick, floating and sinking, gathering and dispersing, bitter and fragrant slowly realize: life is also like tea.
Ideal and faith
Spring flowers will bloom! If you have ever experienced winter, then you will have spring! If you have faith, then spring must be far away; if you are giving, then one day you will have flowers blooming all over the garden.
Choose self-confidence, is to choose to be open and frank, is to choose in front of fame and fortune, is to choose to stand tall in front of the forces, hold open the sails of self-confidence to break the flow of the front, show the broken wrestling style.
The power of faith lies in the fact that even in adversity, but also help you to drum up the sails of the ship; the charm of faith lies in the fact that even if you encounter dangerous luck, but also call you to drum up the courage of life; the greatness of faith lies in the fact that even if you meet with the unfortunate, but also prompted you to keep the noble heart.
Endurance is a kind of unobtrusive persistence; it is a kind of perseverance that does not fear the wind or the rain; it is a kind of loyalty that does not seek fame or fortune.
The building stands tall because there are strong pillars, ideals and beliefs are the pillars of the building of life; the cabin breaks the waves, because there is a compass to indicate the direction of the compass, ideals and beliefs are the compass of the life of the ship; the train Benz thousands of miles, because there are tracks to guide it, ideals and beliefs are the life of the train on the railroad tracks.
After the storm, the sky and water in front of you will be the color of gulls and fish swimming. Out of the thorns, in front of the flower-strewn avenue. Climbing to the top of the mountain, under the feet is the accumulation of emerald like clouds of the empty Mengshan color. In this world, a star falls, dull not starry sky brilliant; a flower withered, barren not the whole spring.
The belief in people, as if the wings of the bird, faith is the wings of flight.
With persistence, the loneliness on the journey of life can be paved into a piece of blue sky; with persistence, loneliness can be interpreted into a row of geese; with persistence, joy can be blossomed into a garden full of flowers.
In the vast ocean sailing, lost direction, sailors will be buried at the bottom of the sea; in the vast next door trekking, lost direction, travelers will be dead in the wilderness; in the boundless exploration in search of the light of hope, lost direction, you will pass by the success of the regret of a lifetime.
Only by setting out on a journey will you reach your ideal and destination, only by striving will you achieve brilliant success, only by sowing will you reap the harvest. Only by pursuing, will you taste the hallowed life.
The true love of mankind
Mother's love is a confusing advice; mother's love is a long way to go when an earnest exhortation; mother's love is a lonely and helpless when a kind smile.
Mother's love is a ray of sunshine, so that your heart even in the cold winter can feel the warmth of spring; mother's love is a hot spring, so that your emotions even if covered with the dust of the years is still clear and quiet.
Mother's love is a drop of manna, kissing the dry soil, it is with the warmth of the rain, with the diamond's perseverance, looking forward to the fertility of the soil glittering with broken light; mother's love is not a frozen point of life, but a flowing river, this river creates a beautiful emotional scene in our lives.
Because of love, the wandering people can return home; because of love, the tired soul can be energized as before. Longing for love, like the stars longing to reflect each other; longing for love, like the song of the century longing to be sung forever.
Thoughts are a song that lets you read rhymes in ordinary days; thoughts are a kind of rain that lets you moisten up in dry days; thoughts are a piece of sunshine that lets you brighten up in gloomy days.
Warmth is a drifting spring rain; Warmth is the shadow of a smile written on your face; Warmth is a righteous response; Warmth is a meticulous cooperation.
"Mother in the hands of the line, the wandering son on the clothes" is said to be affection; "life is enough to get a confidant, the world when the same vision" is said to be friendship; "once the sea is difficult to water, in addition to the witch mountain is not the cloud! 'said the love; "Gouli country life and death, not because of the disaster avoided" said the patriotic love.
What is love? Love is to be able to drum up your life sails of incentive; love is the snow in the charcoal type of funding; love is what? Love is the smile that soothes your wounded heart.
Love is a piece of sunshine in the winter, it makes the barren and oppressed people feel the warmth of the world; love is a spring in the desert, it makes people on the verge of extinction to see the hope of life again.
Friendship and mutual assistance
"Friends" can be understood as two moons sitting in the sky, caring for each other, illuminating each other, the lack of one can not be, that constant light is the connection between each other's ties and bridges! The long journey of mankind is full of how much coldness, loneliness, no friend is living in the darkness of the people, no friend is a real orphan.
Friends are the shade of the summer, to send you a piece of cool; friends are the scenery of life, without him the journey will be eclipsed. Friends are the people who pacify you without words when you are lost, friends are the people who share with you when you are happy; friends are the people who remind you when you are proud and encourage you when you are inferior ......
Friendship, from love. When you fall, reach out supporting hands; when you are sad, send a ray of comfort; when you are lonely, bring a petal of heart.
We use friendship to write a book, a thick book. In the book: friendship such as pearls, we *** with the embellishment, linked into a string of bright necklace; friendship such as colorful silk, we *** with the cutting and sewing into a piece of gorgeous clothes; friendship such as flowers, we *** with the seed, cultivate a colorful flower bed; friendship such as oil, we *** with the color, depicting a picture of a beautiful picture.
Friendship should be sown with sincerity, cared for with understanding, and watered with passion.
The fire of friendship warms the wounded heart of a friend, illuminates the way forward for the lost, disperses the clouds in the heart of the lonely, and ignites new hopes for the defeated.
Society needs love, humanity needs help. Maybe just a small stake, can save a man overboard; maybe just a thin blanket, can warm a frozen person; maybe just a word, a warm hand, can call back the hope of the disappointed. So why don't we go for it? Don't go away, let's come together to dedicate their love, one is a person two for from, three is a multitude, building the future of the motherland needs, is not this kind of multitude?
Summer Nights
The quiet summer nights with a clear moon and wind always give me a feeling of purity and serenity. The moonlight pours out like soft water, and the clear light flows out, with a serene meaning. 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, let me in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan intoxicated 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 present-day romantic interpretation of the aesthetic, bringing 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 in the garden path, listening to the silence of a piece of ......
Parents, how many words do you want ah?