The passage of time has washed away the old traces, leaving only a little desert and sadness. At the edge of Pushui, you drifted away, leaving only the stare and sigh of Chu.
Who likes the sweet taste, or loves the bitter and sweet stimulation, like you-Zhuangzi, indifferent to everything, one with the Tao, only paranoid about the faint innocence.
When a kind of beauty is so beautiful that people are at a loss, they have to dance with their hands and feet. When a kind of insipid, light makes people unable to taste, they have to sigh and cherish it, and praise it. You are willing to be indifferent, willing to be plain, complacent in plain, only willing to be happy in become a butterfly in your dreams, only willing to float in heaven and earth with the spiraling Peng, unwilling to be tired of state affairs and unwilling to get involved in the world. You are like the sweet and fragrant mineral water, which gives people a desperate life, a calm and far-reaching life, and a detached thing. I want to touch your skirt, but I touch it at my fingertips.
But I can't get rid of the sweet temptation and forget the bitter or sweet fragrance. When there is no way to go, I have to see your calm eyes, which are extremely clear and long, and I can't see the end of the world.
I thought you were lonely, but you told me that a friendship between a gentleman and a friend is as light as water. Keiko's departure didn't get you anything like this. It turns out that you have already seen through life and looked through the world of mortals. Why praise your plainness? I'm already out of words.
miss the past and compete in prosperity. You still roam freely in the outside world and understand the infinity of nature. The world is just your subjective product, and even you know the joy of river fish, the joy of butterfly dance, the guilt of mantis, swaying away, shuttling through the mire, why care about the power struggle, who said that you have to bear the unbearable weight of life.
There is a bright moon in the middle of the night. You watch the bright moon alone in the breezy night, so that the white moon will not be lost when people sit back and relax-just because your plain heart is chasing each other. The world laughs at your madness, but your indifferent eyes are speechless. It suddenly dawns on you that your light spring-like philosophy is so profound, but you have already drifted away leisurely.
I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. Let it go, let it go, and I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbidity, and I am only willing to hold the bright moon and die. There is a withered tobacco and a piece of white mustard on the river.
Teach me how to follow your steps, which is the essence of beauty. Teach me how to touch your skirt, that plain and detached attitude.
this is you, as light as a spring, your paranoid pursuit, and a piece of white clover flying by the spring is an ethereal song for you. Xing yajie
2. fragrant memories that have passed through a hundred years?
Jilin examinee
"Who are you, a reader, reading my poem after a hundred years?" An old man in a white cloth and a plain clothes came up to me and smiled silently. "I can't send you a flower from the wealth of spring, a wisp of jinxia from the distant clouds. Open the door and look around, pick up the fragrant memories of the flowers that disappeared a hundred years ago from the blooming garden, and let the joyful sound travel through a hundred years ..."?
Tagore approached me step by step, whispered in my ear and told me the beauty of dedication-it kissed every living thing like a touch of spring sunshine. ?
In the early morning light, Ye Er swayed gently and fluttered in the autumn wind. "When the fallen leaves lose themselves in the soil, they are integrated into the life of the forest." You said, holding a yellow leaf with your hand. This is the meaning of Ye Er's life. In the late autumn breeze, he ended his life with a brilliant farewell way and contributed his meager strength to the earth. Scattered into mud, expecting nothing in return, it just remembers the kindness that the earth has nurtured it and is eager to repay it with its own life. Because of this, the leaves get eternal life, floating in the poet's lingering pen and ink, in the scrolls ...?
The bleak past of autumn is the blooming of spring. The bud in bud on that branch, or the stamens between layers of leaves, are in clusters, competing for beauty. "The soil is insulted, but it is rewarded with flowers." You asked me to hold a blank soil, and I smelled the fragrance in the soil. ?
Although the soil endured people's abandonment, it didn't complain. After the beating of raindrops and the raging of cold wind, it finally breathed the fragrance of the land in the warm spring breeze and played a gurgling music in people's hearts. Perhaps, some ugly things in the world, they have been quietly dedicated, and have been working hard for the beauty of the world. ?
"Life is given by God, and we only have it when we give it." You still smile and tell me the true meaning of eternity. Is everything in the world the same? We came into this world with nothing, and only after learning to pay can we get a reward; After giving convenience to others, we can give convenience to ourselves. Only when we dedicate ourselves to others with a sincere heart will we reap-joy and happiness, and also the contribution of others. At this time, we can have a heavy life and really have it, right? ?
Wandering in the blooming courtyard, I picked a flower that was blooming under the nourishment of dedicated rain and dew. It was very delicate and charming. I sniffed it gently and smelled the fragrant memory of the flower. In the smile of an old man, I passed through a hundred years ...?
3. miss the sky?
Jiangsu examinee
I don't know who's missing was taken away by the wild geese flying south in haste. The sky is still blue. I wonder whether people's love lights up the sky or the sky lights up the love in people's hearts. ?
a person's sky?
In this ancient land of the East, there lived a singer. He built a stage with his own love and used the income of this stage to support a sky for those children who were out of school. Cong Fei, the man who is fighting cancer, donated all he had, but didn't think of treating his incurable disease. Cong Fei left, flying away with his love for out-of-school children, to his own blue sky. Some people say: "Cong Fei's actions can't make every child's eyes full of bright sunshine." However, it is the sky that Cong Fei sang with his own voice that stung our eyes and gradually opened the door to charity. This is the sky of love. ?
a sky for three?
can you imagine what happens when a person falls off a cliff? To perish or to survive? The cable car accident a few years ago is still fresh in my mind. When a cable car of a family of three who was sitting and enjoying family happiness fell off the cable, I saw four hands holding up a small body and a fragile young life at the same time, but the owner of these two hands died without hesitation! This is a sky composed of blood and meat supported by parents for their children! Someone once said, "The day after the accident, the sky seemed unusually quiet. It makes people feel homesick. " Yes, when parents care for their children with their own hands, a sky that can never see the wind and rain spreads out over the children's heads. This is also the sky of love. ?
the sky of a group of people?
Why is the charity index of this ancient country always like a child who doesn't want to grow up? Why do people always pay attention to welfare on "small pieces of paper" full of hope of winning the lottery? Why do people always ask about the assets of rich people without caring about their donations to charity? However, the caring group that appeared in Qingdao is trying to improve all this. "Dust", this caring group has witnessed different faces, but it has the same name-Dust! People have long since stopped asking who "Dust" is and how much money he donated. Because, people who know this group have become a member of "Dust"! "Dust" can't be found, but it can be seen everywhere. It is small but great! It represents the conscience of a city! Look, the sky of charity in the distance has revealed a fish-belly grey. This is the sky of love. ?
one person's love is small, but what about two people, three people or even a group of people? When people's love comes together, the sky is lit up by people's love. At the same time, the sky lit up by love guides all living beings to ignite the love in more people's hearts. ?
4. They are
at the end of the city, with no bustling market and shining neon; At the end of the city, there are only dilapidated shanty towns with weather-beaten lives; At the end of the city, there are a group of people like them.
what should I call them? Children of migrant workers? Farmers' children? Or second generation migrant workers? No, I don't want to call them by these cold names. I want to call them by their earthy baby names, holding their hands and approaching their lives ... < P > They grew up in the green mountains and green waters of their hometown, and their pure souls are heading and jointing in the fields. In the wind of Shan Ye, they are running and dreaming. The wind blew from the fields and into the city. For their livelihood and the future, they followed their parents to the city and took root at the end of the city. So I got used to the eyes of green mountains and green waters and touched high-rise buildings and traffic for the first time. They don't know how to cross the six-lane road, and their little fingers can't count the floors of the office building. The prosperous modern civilization has never brought them any happiness, but this time, it has left a deep mark on their hearts.
They took up their schoolbags and carefully integrated into the city life. However, in the strange eyes of "city people", I understood the difference between hukou and temporary residence permit for the first time. They are all treasures in their parents' hearts! But prematurely assumed the burden that does not belong to this age.
when they come home from school, they make a simple dinner, and their parents are still working at the construction site or the food market; Wake up at midnight, the starry sky in the city is not as bright as my hometown in tears; Quietly make a wish that their primary school for migrant children will not be closed down because they can't pay the electricity bill tomorrow ...
However, I have seen their growth in their growing bodies. I remember when a reporter asked a child in a migrant children's school whether he would return to his hometown after graduation, the little girl said without hesitation: of course, he must go back! At that moment, I almost shed tears for their growth.
I remember their childish declaration on the Spring Festival Evening that year: "Our school is small, but our grades are not bad", "We don't compare with the children in the city" and "Beijing's 28 is also our 28!" They gradually matured, bid farewell to yesterday's shyness and began to welcome a new day.
Although, they are still worried about the small tuition fees; Although, the school still can't pay the utilities; Although, there are still many systems that are not perfect ... Although there are many "though", only one "but" is enough. Many eyes have turned to them, and they are growing sturdily.
The sun rises from the horizon, illuminating the end of the city and their lives.
they will eventually become us.
5.
The schedule of individual forest sports meeting is getting closer and closer. All animals are stepping up their specialties. Rabbits are practicing sprinting, turtles are practicing swimming, and swallows are practicing flying at low altitude ... Only foxes are wandering around in their own houses, and their helpless faces can't hide their inner thoughts ...
The right to organize the forest meeting every year is arranged according to the rotation of animal families. This year, it is the turn of fox families. What has been flashing in the fox's mind is that when the Forest Organizing Committee gave it this right three months ago, it gave a heavy hint:' The Forest Sports Congress has been unprofitable for three years, and if there is no way to reverse the situation, it may be the last one. It is urgent to think of a better way to change all this.
For many years, animals have always had their own specialties, and the record has been constantly refreshed with the strengthening every year. However, it has also formed an embarrassing situation that the sprint king is always a rabbit, the swimming king is always a turtle, and the low-flying king is always a swallow. When other animals can't defend the championship, they also lose the sense of competition and don't even want to be a supporting role. The powerful groups headed by wolves have also demanded to expand the weight of their advantageous projects. The significance of the sports meeting itself is constantly challenged by various forms. More importantly, no one is willing to pay financial support for the sports meeting. The significance of participating is only to take away the gold-plated trophy. Where should the sports meeting go in the situation of making ends meet? This makes the fox frown even deeper ...
Can you find a better way to change all this? Who will pay for the sports meeting? Animals in the forest are closely watching the fox's movements, or watching the fox's failure, or making bigger jokes ...
Just one week before the competition, Tiger, the chairman of the organizing committee, found the fox's home and had a day-long secret talk quietly. When the night is in the middle, I leave with a smile, and a mysterious smile is hidden in my brow.
The next day, the organizing committee announced that the most important competition content was added to the Games, namely, the animal pentathlon award. All-round animals with speed, strength, skill, flying and swimming will receive the highest honor and a trophy made of pure gold!
A pot is boiling in the forest. How can rabbits fly? How do swallows swim? Even after hard practice, time is so tight ... But thinking about the highest honor and the golden cup, the animals are filled with drums. The rabbit went to visit the geese quietly, and the swallow also greeted the carp with snacks ...
The carp's dragon gate is still easy to enter. When I saw the snacks in the swallow's hand, I understood everything, and then I showed them the sparrows, yellowbirds and cuckoos in the water with great interest, and occasionally praised their rapid progress. Then he turned to the swallow and said, "We are the only training venue designated by the organizing Committee, and the effect is the best. It's just the cost, do you understand?" Swallow nodded hard, uh-huh, can't wait to fly to the swimming pool. At the same time, there are rumors that the rabbit has learned to glide ...
The night before the start of the competition, the tiger came to the fox's house again and poured a bag of gold on the fox's table, which was a small part of the only designated privilege fee paid by carp and geese to the organizing committee. But only this small part is enough for all expenses, even the trophy made of pure gold. Surprised and delighted, the fox asked, "Brother Tiger, can rabbits really learn to swim?" The tiger replied firmly: "This is not important. The important reform has made the sports meeting cause develop for a long time, which is the need of the forest and the moment to really test them!" "
The game arrived as scheduled. When the athletes entered the stadium, everyone's eyes were fixed on the highest honor and the golden cup on the rostrum. So who will be the winner of the first pentathlon? We will wait and see ...
6.
I have been to Huangshan twice, once in 1984 and once in 29. But I didn't even go to Huangshan. This time, the person who received me was surprised that I went to Huangshan twice instead of going up the mountain. I said I didn't go to Huangshan because it was too short. The other party asked me to climb too high a mountain. I said Everest, and I have climbed it more than 2 times. The other party didn't believe me. I said I had invisible wings, which could help me to leap Mount Everest.
There are two kinds of mountains in the world. One is the mountains in nature.