Spring, the recovery of all things, blossom, along the winding rugged path to find the footprints of spring, in the shade of the trees smell the flowers and listen to the birds sing; summer, the hot sun in the air sweating like a pig; Autumn, the leaves fly, the sky is full of a murderous air, winter, all things are lonely, indistinct world of independence. The years are long, burying the lost youth. I like the open space now, looking far and wide, to see all the flowers of spring, summer heat, the vicissitudes of autumn, winter cold. Look at the world, the heart, like the sea, like the valley, nothing can not be.
Mencius cloud: "God will send a great task in the people, but also, must first suffer their will, labor their bones, hungry, empty their bodies ..." Ren the world of the vicissitudes of the sea, the footsteps of the years will not stop, never-ending. Heaven and earth is not benevolent, to all things for ruminants, but the people have given their own feelings for it. Recall the past, too many rugged, however, they have passed, all with the wind. The body, labor and strong, the heart, through the vicissitudes of life and hard.
Behind every "madman" there is always an unknown story, so he became a "madman", but it is this "madman" has an incomparably strong
The penguin does not stand, the cross does not work, the world is a strange thing, the more you want to get, on the contrary, will not be able to get, more on the tired, so we have no way to calculate, spoiled, suffering, too many things to trip, the loss of more, nothing to trip, and how to lose it. On the way forward there is nothing that can always accompany themselves, then there is a dusty heart accompanied by their own, constantly growing.
Time flies like an arrow, many years later, I sat in front of the door of the small courtyard, still just looking at the flowers blossom, the four times change, some of the little ones are still playing, some of them are like us today, in front of the door came a few white bearded old man, there are a few grandmothers on crutches ......
Hope prose essay essays 2Now also in the Low head, thinking about tomorrow's hour?
During the period of knocking the words on the keyboard, will come to an English song, at least understand a few words
Think about always stop to continue
Staring at a large bag of the largest one apple, very much want to, but how to try can only be an equal share, or you can do not want. It turns out that the favorite hidden in the heart can only become a kind of forbearance.
Noble and small distance, not in the same fiber, can not see the end. The two face-to-face themselves, gradually moving away.
The possibility of constant retraction, can only look up and look at themselves embracing the halo, and the reality of the face left to the small.
I don't know how long I can live, so I learned to let my heart drift, nothing to settle, I want to see farther, but I was dragged closer and tighter.
Looking back, the noble halo stopped in the corner, the curtain is slowly covering it, may not have to look up relatively.
Not lost but trembling with joy
But the heart seems to leak a beat, lost really become empty, the human heart is sometimes desolate, do not understand, just not willing to take it seriously.
Have you ever tried to turn off all the lights in a bedroom, see the so-called blind spot was the same color, see the relative self will hold hands to become the best friend, close your eyes and heart is very quiet.
There is no serious reading a book, realize the feeling of the heart, learn to forget everything is equal to a new beginning.
Know how big you refer to the heart? Can load you so much heart it should not be small, right? When it one day let you feel heavy, you will help it unload something? Or do you keep stubbornly refusing, tugging at this knot in your heart.
No matter how much you don't care, no one will persuade you to cherish it until you regret it, and you will sigh with regret? Then forget about it.
Drunk in the hazy moonlight
Looking back at a carefree childhood
Bathing in the warmth of the community in the spring light
Immersed in the happiness of the family reunion
Suddenly realized that: to be able to live in fact, is a kind of beauty! It is a blessing to be able to think in peace and quiet! It's a pleasure!
As a child, carefree, always look at life with a serene mindset, the heart will always give birth to a lot of beautiful aspirations; grow up, in the materialistic society, the hearts of the people are not ancient, you compete; the social environment of the hustle and bustle of the fickle. Can not help but sometimes melancholy and confusion, and even a fierce sense of loss mercilessly hit us. Inevitably, there will be faith in the wandering or emotional instability. But after careful consideration, these are just the products of human narrow-mindedness, and cannot stop the progress of human civilization. A gentleman should be self-improvement, otherwise how to resist the relentless wind and waves. Gorky tells us, "Dark clouds can't hide the sun, yes, they can't!" Often sometimes difficult and difficult is God set in the road of life to test people's will in the way and means, the courage to bear, you get is the ability, experience or skills, even if it is a moth to the flame of the experience that is also a valuable asset of life.
Think of these, so close your eyes, listen to light music, let the music wash their own irritable heart, they began to slowly settle down, enjoy life, taste of life.
Immersed in the cozy enjoyment, but also do not forget that we came to the world's original purpose: is supposed to leave some meaningful things in the world. So with serenity and contemplation, we are full of confidence. Frankly face all the disillusionment, pain, and even success and joy in life, not impatient, not wandering, not wandering, one heart in the direction of happiness.
Perhaps these moments of life are lonely, Laozi Li Er riding a bull out of the moment, in the wilderness, in the yellow sand, is not lonely? Xinxin students ten years of hard work and even longer time is not also lonely? But this is exactly the realm and pleasure that we should pursue in life. Life can not stay in the beautiful moments, that will lose the opportunity to grow, and will lose the meaning of survival. First bitter and then sweet, after their own struggle to get the happiness will be incomparably cherished. Those who get the happiness of the wind and water is just a flash in the pan, it will be like a mirage in general fleeting.
Time flows like water from our side, think about their own life course. What are we longing for? Of course, everyone has their own desire, some people long for money, some people long for fame and fortune, some people long for happiness, some people long for comfort ......
In short, each person's desire is different, for me, I long for is the inner peace, and then in the peace and quiet in the middle of the thinking: our life in the end what is implied? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. What is the foundation of our true growth? How can we live better?
The truth of the matter is
the courage to think in peace is the foundation of true growth!
To change is to survive better!
To give up thinking, to give up changing is to give up growing and to refuse to grow!
When we refuse to grow, we feel the pain of growth.
Coffee is originally bitter, add some sugar and milk will become sweet, but never without bitter flavor, otherwise it is not coffee, eggs, broken from the outside is food. The egg, broken from the outside, is food; broken from the inside, it is life. Life too, broken from the outside is stress, broken from the inside is growth. If you wait for others to break you from the outside, you are destined to become someone else's food. If you can break yourself from the inside, what you get is growth and progress. If we can realize this, we will have the charm and wisdom that others can't hope for.
In short, to be able to find an inner peace in the noisy city, and then think about moving forward, is the real treasure of life!
Regardless of what others say and do, we should still give ourselves an accurate positioning, to do the mind in order, to Li Bai's state of mind in a dashing degree of spring and autumn, to Mr. Zhu Geliang's grandeur of serenity in order to achieve the far. Then along with us must be the spiritual enlightenment and spiritual sublimation!
A person even if they do not have the ability to make themselves excellent, that can not let themselves become vulgar. Even if a person does not have the ability to have a noble, that should also allow themselves to have goodness. With your own calm heart, honesty and kindness to warm, tolerate, respect and understand everyone around you. What you have will be a new, excellent and wonderful world!
So: as long as you are alive, you should desire serenity. It is an invisible force, with this power we do not necessarily achieve brilliant, but after all, step by step towards victory!
The desire for serenity can live out the joy! More able to read the connotation of life!
望散文随笔4
The Great Gatsby is known as the most admired novel of the 20th century in the United States, and then adapted into a movie, very courageous in the face of the audience's critical eye. From the point of view of the narrator, Nick, we watch the story of a magnificent, luminous dream that ultimately degenerates into tragedy.
The wine, the fancy clothes, the beautiful jewelry, the luxurious homes create a visual feast, but my favorite part of the film is the lighthouse shot at the beginning of the film, less than a minute in.
It's the most fascinating lighthouse of all. The green light of the lighthouse shimmers in the darkness of the sea, attracting people who are looking at it from the other side, and you can't help but want to get closer. And there is always a lighthouse like this in a person's life.
Daisy is the lighthouse that Gatsby wants to be close to for the rest of his life, and he loves her so much that she is his dream. He was a poor boy when he fell in love with her, and Daisy was just a superficial woman who coveted money, so she abandoned him and married into a rich family. Even though she cried because she missed him, she couldn't beat her husband's expensive string of pearls. And are there some feelings that can't be defeated by time.
In Daisy's life, Gatsby is just an episode in life, but for Gatsby Daisy represents his happiness. He is convinced that Daisy left him because of money.
So he began to make money, become rich, and then with his wealth to go back to Daisy, back to the past, he bought and Daisy residence across the water from the mansion, night and day gazing at Daisy residence in front of the lighthouse emitting green light.
He loves paranoia, obsession to the deep, but ah deep love are so paranoid.
Five years later, Gatsby sees Daisy again and spends some time with her, but in the end she abandons him.
Not all of us can keep the original look, can have the courage to love with all their heart and soul. The story is about a young man who has forgotten his memories of the past, and has forgotten to turn back.
The end of the story in the summer after the early fall, summer prosperity has not yet faded also have autumn dash, winter has not yet come to the pursuit of a lifetime of the beloved life ended in this most beautiful time. He did not look back, if he looked at perhaps he will understand that he should let himself go.
The nest is empty, and the green light in the darkness seems to be laughing at who.
He never went near the lighthouse across the street.
He just kept gazing at the lighthouse, simply thinking that the world was full of goodwill, that what was missed could be undone, that it could be the same as before. The first time I saw this, I thought it would be a good idea for me to go back to my old life and see if I could find a way to get back to my old life.
Love is on the other side, and he never arrived.
The love is a tragedy, and love is too expensive.
How he wanted to tell him that his love could be so tenacious, then all the more reason to entrust it to a person worthy of such deep love.
In those "reckless" years every person has been y in love with someone, but also had a crazy want to recover, in the countless days miss a person, in the late night will be those good and bad all dissolved in the wine, the memory of the repeated refused to forget, the past is the most poisonous sadness. Don't forget is to let go of yourself, people are ultimately to move forward.
And all the people gazing at the lighthouse are worthy of better love.
May God treat you with deep love, and please treat yourself.
Walking in some cold strangers, listening to the wind and leaves murmur, in that a touch of warmth, or will you remember. I'm not sure how much I miss you, but just because of the familiarity of what I've seen.
Time turns, you have gone far, your departure, has long ceased to involve my loneliness, I just stopped in a hurry when the footsteps, in the light of time. In the gap, remember that gave me a smile you.
I remember you said, you want to use the hand of time and light, planted in my heart full of flowers, now, the flowers have withered, your smile, has long disappeared in the silhouette of time.
Day, there is nothing different, I just, when I am tired, learned to hold myself tight. Also learned to embrace the sun, in the fireworks on the paper to write poetry.
Regardless of how far away the time, the season is always rolling over the distant mountains to be full of autumn red, orange, yellow and green, but there is always a rain, will render those wet memories. Life on the road of the warblers and butterflies, over the hundred winks and thousands of red, but ultimately just a passer-by, those who write down the past, from a thousand times, to gradually far away, the end of the story, I have no place to put the money.
Once, I walked along the path of words, into the depths of the hundred flowers, in the place where the soul is made, and you met, your smile told me, - there is your place, there will be a sea of flowers and poetry. I still remember the day of the encounter, the sun is very warm, I walked through the long sea of Zidane flowers, there is the wind gently blowing my skirt, together with the blowing up, there are seasons of lush, and those warmth, overflowing with the sea of the heart.
Do you know, I would like to use the light ink in the time of the warp and weft, written full of love aphorisms, so that you and I can open at any time, without nostalgia, without the wind and smoke are scattered, just the simplicity of the companionship, as in the past, depending on each other, waiting for a blossom.
The life of the road, there will always be so a person, hidden in the heart of the softest place, do not want to pick up, but also do not want to put down. If all the encounters are just right, you and I will not be separated, if all the depth of love are not to say that the death, you and I will not be able to have a fall leaf appendage of the sentimental?
Who waited for a flower blossom under the eaves, will look through the autumn water, who watched a rain in front of the window, so that the heart of the matter is sweet, like, sitting in the memories to write poems, let the tip of the pen lightly touched the place, moored full of your shadow. I would like, you do not just live in the memory, but the only one in my world, I would like, you did not turn away, but with me to feel the beauty of this earthly world and goodwill, perhaps, life is a reincarnation of the scattered people will eventually reunite, then, I am willing to stand at the intersection of the years and wait for you, wait for you to wait until the age of old age, you and I can still rely on each other, I word brewing, you laugh at the spring mountains.
望散文随笔6There are many poems about Chang'an, in the eyes of the literati of the Tang Dynasty, it is a place full of poetry and opportunity. Many people's parting thoughts haunted the streets of Chang'an. "There are endless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only the weeping willow says goodbye." "Always for the floating clouds can cover the sun, Chang'an do not see make people sad", is the parting sorrow is also homesickness.
Friends to Chang'an for the name, the atmosphere of the rest, quite let people have a sense of heavy down-to-earth.
Do not see each other has been more than 20 years, when the teenager is now more mature style it.
We found each other in the WeChat circle a year ago and exchanged news, knowing that they were doing well and happy.
The past acquaintance and knowledge naturally came to mind, and there is a special flavor in retrospect.
After the evening study hall, three or five young boys and girls, still lighting candles in the classroom talk, talk about what, naturally, I can not remember, but that light in the swaying youthful happiness and longing, written on each other's faces. There are also together to go on field trips, more than two dozen students called friends, saw the cave of nine turns; in a quiet nunnery to eat a bowl of fried beans, but also excited; sitting on the mountainside boulder to see the lonely clouds go alone, the heart, but there is not much sentimentality. It was a good time to be ignorant and carefree.
Is it laziness or playfulness, but friends are willing to constrain and supervise. Learning is finally on the heart, is touched or, or woke up? Life is also all kinds of care, caused by students jealous, in fact, in the heart of the feeling, is a close friend is even more brother. Unfortunately, the world is looking at the wrong way. The father's ears, the father saw me refused to admit fault, threw me a slap, that is from childhood to the only time.
Later, he changed his class, and then less chatting together, far from seeing, but also not greeted.
Later, he also went to the same university as me, for various reasons, more see rusty, but the friendship is still deep in the heart. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it.
There is a kind of joy, is the first heart, if you drink alcohol syrup, in the flow of years in the long-lasting.
It was in an afternoon that I walked into the Xinghuacun Cultural Park. In that lake, I seem to be too immersed, stayed for a long time. At that time, the wind was not big, the water waves shallow, one by one, pulling my eyes to the opposite shore of the lake island.
On the island, there is an old-school Huizhou-style building, warped corners, flying eaves, high windows; green bricks and tiles, the appearance of old, mottled as years of dust. -This is the Zhaoming Hall. But see the roots of the wall in front of a canopy of bamboo, more than one person high, leaves clustered together, from a distance like a fog; some miscellaneous trees in front of and behind the house, the branches are sparse, although not lush, but the feeling of fresh; underground grass, such as Rhine spread, like a light smoke diffusion. A pavilion near the water, the vicissitudes of the old, but no one is empty, such as the world of independence.
A hundred meters apart, I saw the main door of Zhaoming Hall is open, but the interior light is dim, it looks like a square black hole, and for a moment, I felt that it was more like a time tunnel, perhaps, from there you can arrive at more than a thousand years ago in the Southern Liang Dynasty, right. Unfortunately, I couldn't see the layout and arrangement of Zhaoming Hall, but I thought that there was a patio, a bridge, an eight-immortal table and a wooden staircase, and that there must be a study for the Prince of Liang, either upstairs or downstairs. The study must be very large, built-in a long antique book case, in addition to the four treasures, more books. What kind of books were they? I think it was most likely the thirty volumes of the Selected Literature. The Selected Writings" is Prince Xiao Tong broad set of pre-Qin to Liang books 30,000 volumes compiled from its selection of extremely rigorous - "things out of contemplation, the righteousness of Han Zao". Therefore, the "Selected Writings" was introduced, it will be respected, widely circulated, and more on the later generations of literature has had a profound impact, folk have "Selected Writings bad, half of the Xiu Cai," the praise.
Perhaps, Prince Liang is not indoors, but out, to its fiefdom of Qiupu Shicheng went. Since ancient times, Qiupu has a lot of landscapes, landscapes as beautiful as a scroll. Although, there was no Li Bai at that time, not to mention the seventeen songs of Qiu Pu to publicize and celebrate her, but the beauty of landscape is the creation of heaven and earth, needless to say, she has been there. However, Prince Xiao Tong this time is not to play in the mountains and waters of Qiupu, he came to do what? Or the fields, inspect the disaster, or into the village, visit the people's plight. At that time, the area around Qiupu had been in a severe drought for many years, the grain failed and famine was serious. Witnessing this situation, the Prince decided to open warehouses and release grain to provide relief to the victims, and was praised by the people of Qiupu as a savior and regarded as a god. Of course, after pacifying the people, the Prince was so relieved that he naturally avoided some leisure sports. So, he fished, to the autumn river Lang on the cliffs to fish, really like God's help, actually from the jade mirror tsuba caught a seven or eight kilograms of big carp. Prince because of the order to cook, feel the taste of fresh and delicious, can not help but sigh, praise this place water good fish beauty, therefore, will change the autumn for the pool, has been used to this day.
Three by three, some people retreat garden. Time is not early, the sun from the west temple side over, over the garden wall and tree canopy, diagonally down to the lake, the water surface becomes bright and dark. The lake is not big, there are obvious traces of artificiality, in addition to buildings, plants and the reflection of the blue sky and white clouds in the lake, there is no water plants or duckweed, not to mention the hibiscus. Hibiscus is lotus, very beautiful, beam, she had in the back garden of Jiankang bloom. However, her beauty, but the Prince's life, and even killed the Liang dynasty is not known. Isn't it? The Prince of benevolence, filial piety and saintliness died young before he could take the throne, and later Liang was replaced by Chen, was it related to this? I think this is something that no one can predict.
It is said that, after the death of the Prince, the people of Qiupu were very sad, because of its benevolence, especially to the court to invite the Prince's crown, in its life XiuShan built the crown mound, Prince Temple and WenXuanLou. Later, the county site from Xiushan moved to the new site near the Qi Mountain, in addition to the construction of the Xiushan Gate, but also built a temple in the west of the city, called "West Temple", all in honor of Prince Zhaoming and built. The solemn and dignified Zhaoming Hall in front of us, is a masterpiece of recent years. Although, this is only a replica of the building, but I think it is more expressive of today's people of Qiupu on the virtue and talent, love the people like a son of the Prince of Liang dynasty's deep nostalgia.
Yes, it is nostalgia and remembering, and even a call. Although, history can not be duplicated, but, history tends to repeat itself with striking similarity.
望散文随笔8
The water in early spring is so cold, the yellowish water peanuts densely nourished in the shallow ditch, holding my carapace and sac hair that is about to stiffen. The cold wind whistles and blows, turning up the black fur on the body. The sky is so cold, but even colder I almost do not feel the cold, eyes in a daze, I saw the owner of the corner of the eye shed tears. Departing back in front of the eyes slowly blurred, all the life over the good in the brain like a movie flash: so beautiful, so happy and warm.
"Tick tock ......" is sleepy by the stove hall I heard a few car sounds. The little master's family is back, I have a spirit to roll over and get up, quickly shake off the straw on the body, "whoosh" rushed out of the kitchen door. Haha, it's really my cute little master's family. From the back seat off the little master today is really beautiful: big eyes, long pigtails, wearing a pink down coat, thin long legs. I especially like to hear her call me "Brado". It soothes me to the core. I welcomed the little master's family with all my enthusiasm. I wanted to shout: "Master, Mistress, Mistress, you are here, I missed you so much." But they didn't understand my cries because I kept making "oooh, woof, hum" noises out of my mouth. I jumped up and pounced on my little master's clothes with my front legs. If they don't understand me, I can express my love with my movements! What a good idea, the little master "huh ......" laugh, while dodging and shouting: "Braddock, do not jump so high, my clothes are dirty!" I am so happy, my little master likes me. I turned to Mistress and Mistress again. They are so high, I can only reach their thighs, both of their pants are printed with my footprints, but they are not angry at all, happily raised their hands, training me to reach their hands. I jumped hard and just reached, but they raised their hands. "God!" I can not reach yo! At that moment, my good friend "DouDou" - an ordinary grass dog - jumped up and down beside his master, just like me. I'm a Braddock with a Braddock pedigree, so you're just a little grasshopper who can't compete with me! Look at the handsome way I sit, just like a general! I'm going to go up to the mountains to look after the woods! Though I've only been in the family for two months, and I'm still more than a month younger than you, Doudou, I'm now a head taller than you, and I'm two times bigger than you, and I weigh 24 pounds, so you're just a grass dog that will only eat to get round and round, but you won't grow any taller. Hey ...... follow me, or give way to me "little old brother".
"Brado has grown taller again, come on, eat bread. From now on, you'll have to go up to the mountains to look after the trees and catch a little rabbit! Don't forget you are a hound!" My master stroked my oily fur with a wide hand while speaking with great expectation. My master's hand was so big and warm, and from the day I left my mother to go to my master's house, I had a wish in my heart: to go and help my master to take care of the trees, and to be a real Labrador. Whenever I think of this wish, I will unconsciously wake up from my dream with a smile, and feel self really capable.
I'm currently fostering in my young master's grandmother's house, and I like to play with my good friend "DouDou", an ordinary domestic grass dog, in front of and behind the house to find something to eat, fight and play. Once I accidentally went to the wrong door and ran into the house behind the house, and the family kicked me out and threw me into the small pond next to the house. I didn't realize I had discovered one of my strengths: I liked to swim. Even though it was winter, I instinctively swam up from the pond. Luckily, I didn't freeze, my life is really big!
This day, I was looking for something to eat with Doudou in the vegetable field next to the house, and I suddenly found that there were meatballs in the vegetable field that I liked to eat, and I stuck out my tongue and licked them, and I felt that the smell was a bit strange. I don't want to eat it. But I'm craving for it! Then look at the side of the beans are eating my licking meatballs, has eaten half, I top away from the fast all swallowed the mouth of the beans, since a breath of three meatballs all swallowed belly. Oh ...... still can't beat me. I am proud, high and mighty to go home.
Not long after, my stomach hurt, so hard. I kept yelling and moaning. Then I looked at Doudou next to me, who was also vomiting continuously. It seemed that there was something really wrong with those meatballs. Who is it? So cruel to poison us, we didn't do anything unethical! Why? To poison us? Master! Quickly come to my rescue, I do not want to die, I want to go to the mountains to care for the trees, to catch rabbits, pheasants for you to eat, I want to ......
When the little master's grandparents found me and DouDou, both of us have been dying. My intestines are rotten, pulling out all the rotten intestines and meat. Doudou is not as big as me and not as capable as me, but will eat a little bit of meat round spit out, it seems to be Doudou smart. I can only walk away with regrets.
The wind is blowing, I Braddock also tired to close his eyes. I miss my master's family, and I miss the lush woods!
Hope Prose Essay 9The house was quiet on Sunday afternoon. Dad was out and Auntie was napping. I glanced in the nursery and sure enough, my brother was sleeping again.
"Your brother is so cute!" Dreamsome said, and I was so angry that I almost returned to not giving her the hamster. I originally had two hamsters - "up" and "down". When my dad saw that I didn't like my brother, he said to me, "Look at your hamsters, they're all in pairs, what's so strange about our two kids?" So I thought I'd give one of the hamsters away to show my dad that I wanted to be unique.
I knew Dreams had been coveting my "up or down" for a long time. In order to avoid getting sentimental, I told Dreams to go grab the mouse while I hid in the bathroom. After the dream is gone, I intend to go to the comfort of the loss of the "on not to go" "not to come down".
This look does not matter, I found two hamsters are well in the cage. No way, could it be that Meng Xiaoyuan has changed her mind?
I called Dreams: "You didn't take the "can't go" with you?"
"Yes, I did. It's sleeping. It's so cute."
I took a look at the normal "up" and "down", they are still there!
I ran quickly to the nursery, brother's crib is still there, but brother?
望散文随笔10I searched every room in the house, and after determining that my brother was not in the house, I broke down!
I was so anxious that I almost stomped through the floor, and if my dad knew that I had turned my brother into a hamster and given him away, he would have kicked me out of the house!
I quickly grabbed my "on-again, off-again" and ran all the way to Dreamsome's house.
Meng Xiaoyuan put his eyes round, took a look at the two hamsters in our hands, half a day before stuttering to ask: "This, really your brother?"
"I'm afraid so!" I nodded hopelessly.