You are the sunshine in the darkness; you are the shell in the sunshine; you are the pearl in the shell; you--a pair of crystal shoes, a pair of crystal shoes in a thunderstorm, a pair of crystal shoes that conquered the darkness, the fear, and a pair of crystal shoes that shines like a star forever.
--Title
Walking alone in the deserted night, I found myself as lonely as the moon, and my heart always floated with the slightest sadness, just like the earth in a thunderstorm, the lightning crossed the sky, and it also crossed the heart, and it cut the whole sky into pieces, and the whole mind ... ...
He -
Born in Oxford, England, on January 8, 1942, he was a graduate of the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge, and was awarded a Doctor of Philosophy degree from Cambridge. He holds the most prestigious professorship ever held at Cambridge, that of the Lucassian Professor of Mathematics, which was held by Newton and Dirac. Professor of Applied Mathematics and Theoretical Physics at the University of Cambridge, England, he is one of the foremost general relativists and cosmologists of our time, one of the great men of the century with an international reputation, known as the greatest living scientist, and as the "King of the Universe". He is therefore regarded as the world's most famous scientific thinker and the most outstanding theoretical physicist after Albert Einstein. He also proved the area theorem of black holes, that is, the area of black holes does not decrease with the increase of time. This naturally leads one to associate the area of a black hole with the thermodynamic entropy.
But when looking at all this, no one would have guessed that he was a disabled person, and that at the age of 21 he had the misfortune to suffer from Lou Gehrig's disease, which causes muscle atrophy, and that is how he ended up in a wheelchair for 46 years, and that during those days he made contributions that can only be justified by history. That his contributions were made while he was confined to a wheelchair by Lou Gehrig's disease for 20 years is truly unprecedented. Because of the profound impact of his contribution on the perception of mankind, the medium has long been full of accounts of how he battled with total paralysis. So, God is fair to everyone. He had a physical handicap, but a brilliant mind! He couldn't write, he had to rely on a page-turning machine to read books, and when reading literature he had to have each page flattened out on a large desk, and then he drove his wheelchair to read it page by page like a silkworm eating a mulberry leaf. One cannot help but feel a deep respect for the human soul that pursues the ultimate truth with such a strong will.
He suffered from "acromegaly", confined to a wheelchair for 40 years, but he was not disabled, so he turned it into an advantage, and overcame the disability to become a supernova in the international physics community. He could not write, even slurred, but he transcended the theory of relativity, quantum mechanics, the Big Bang and other theories to enter the creation of the universe of the "geometric dance". Although he was so helpless in a wheelchair, his mind traveled brilliantly into the vastness of space and time and solved the mysteries of the universe. His charm lies not only in the fact that he is a legendary physics genius, but also in the fact that he is a convincing strong man in life. His scientific spirit of continuous search and courageous and tenacious strength of character y attracted everyone who knew him. He is known as "the greatest living scientist", "another Einstein", "an uncompromisingly strong man of life", "a man who dares to challenge fate. ".
He - a pair of crystal shoes strong in a thunderstorm.
He is Stephen Hawking.
"It is good for a man to finally think rationally about the whole history of mankind when he is frustrated." This is the opening line of Comrade Yang Liankang in the article "Between Me and History". He was a young geoscientist who was persecuted and imprisoned for five years during the 10-year havoc. In the midst of the blackness of the prison, he did not sink into despondency. A firm belief and a clear goal in spurring him on, his body is confined by the bars, but the thought is traveling in the long river of human history, inspired him to fight for justice, for the truth and unceasingly. Under the adversity of paralyzed legs, he tenaciously survived, and picked up pieces of paper, wrote more than 200,000 words of academic papers, science articles and worry about the country and the people's heart.
He - a pair of firm crystal shoes in the thunderstorm.
When I was once again washed by life, I no longer have the intention to retreat.
The sky is drizzling,
This is my rainy season,
No need to hide,
Just let me go forward in the wind and rain,
One day,
I saw your beauty in the rain,
Is it me who is retreating or is it you who is moving forward,
Still drizzling,
I'm not sure if I can do it. ......
Maybe
We need to forget about the successes and failures
Just because we need to grow and experience
The successes
We need to keep our feet on the ground
To build up the strength to open up a wider world.
Bitter encounter failure,
We wipe away tears and drum up courage.
Bury your head in the sand and wait for tomorrow's stand
The road ahead,
is still full of thorns,
and those who are able to persevere will be able to have victory.
Life is a life trajectory,
know how to cherish and strive to complete the 360 ° gorgeous.
Life is also so, life is also so, my heart is also so. In everyone's years, there are always ups and downs in the dust, life and failure, life also has a difficult bumps in the road, but life is more incomparably beautiful hope. Just like the crystal shoes in the thunderstorm, no matter how relentless the lightning, thunder and then loud, it can stand there, without the slightest wavering. Yes, if Stephen Hawking is not strong and optimistic, not tenacious and unyielding, how can he forever engraved his name in the scientific achievements, the British Royal, the history of the roster, in the hearts of the people immortalized. If Yang Liankang did not have a firm belief and a clear goal in his heart, how could he have written ten thousand words in the darkness and pain, and how could he have come to be praised by everyone. Without the resilience, strength, determination and perseverance of a crystal shoe, they would have long since faded into nothing. We may not be able to do, perhaps even more will not meet, but when we meet with less than ideal, when their hearts into the valley, do not give up, do not sink, the dark clouds of life will always dissipate, but you need to use a strong, persistent, courageous heart to face them. No matter how big the thunderstorm is, don't be afraid, because there will be a rainbow after the thunderstorm ......
The door of growth will always be open, the lamp of life will always be lit, and the wings of angels will always fly.
I believe I can fly.
I am looking for that pair of crystal shoes, that pair of crystal shoes standing in the thunderstorm, that pair of crystal shoes that will always be flashing.
I believe I can find and success.
In those days
No matter how much time passes
As long as you always remember
We were together
So
We will always be together no matter where we go
Heart
Forever together --Title
Brush off the dust of the years, pat dry the sealing mud of memory, recalling the six years of wind and rain, those days ......
About to leave when he had naively sworn: never again with this land have any But after how many times the call of the dream, stepped on this pure land, tearful eyes, perhaps they can no longer be separated from their friends.
Strolling through the campus, looking at good friends, the wind blew, those gestures in the wind, still fluttering in the memory ......
In those days ...... we were childish, but know how to comfort.
That day, it was cold, the weather was bad, and the mood was as gloomy as this weather. I walked on the way home, tears rain water together from the face slipped down. "68", a heartbreaking English score repeated in my mind. Disconcerting! Shame! All of them flowed out together with the tears. Suddenly, a small umbrella appeared above my head. Turning back, it turned out to be her, a truly the only one who understood me, who held the umbrella over my head while she herself stood in the rain, not speaking. Yet I understood, because she was the only one who knew the best way to comfort me. She smiled at me with anticipation, and finally, the corners of her mouth lifted. At that moment, she smiled. It turns out that one decides not a person's sadness and happiness, and friends!
Those days, memories, too much! Too much! That memory, all can let me see the beauty, happiness! We have seen the anime, we will all sing songs, we write novels together, we learned the game in the same season ...... These small locks of memory, contains the childhood naivety, friendship!
The most valuable wealth in life is not Huayi, but will be Huayi inscribed memory, loose as sand grains of the past, light like water Huayi, precipitation in the depths of memory, and finally become rock-solid. The past can not escape the memory, I can not escape the past, and the memory is in my hands turning, tied into a bow, the campus, friends and I firmly tied together.
Six years as six of the brightest stars in the sky, looking up, I found the answer from the stars ...... that period of time, I will never forget ......
Afterword:
After writing this article, the eyes are drenched with tears. Perhaps my writing is not beautiful enough; perhaps, it is difficult to describe the sorrow of this parting. Anyway, no matter how hard I think about it, I can't release the feelings in my heart, and I can't put the sadness on the paper. Therefore, I send a poem to wish my friend happy forever:
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road,
The grass is blue even in the sky.
The evening wind whisks the willow flute hurt,
The setting sun beyond the mountains.
The end of the world, the corner of the earth,
Companions are half-forgotten.
A goblet of cloudy wine is all I have left,
This night's farewell dream is cold.
This is the first time I've seen you
On a summer afternoon, I was at my grandmother's house, absently helping her organize her study. A photo suddenly floated down from an old book, and I leaned over to pick it up. It was an old black-and-white photo that was already yellowed, and the person in the photo smiled kindly at me, and my fingertips gently slipped past his cheeks, but the tears had already dipped out of my eyes without realizing it.
Spring, the wind is clear. Like in your company, to the square to fly kites. At that time, the childish me always pestered you, the sky, high flying paper kites, the most gorgeous, the most realistic a swallow, a goldfish, a butterfly, all in your hands alive, they seem to be in your hands because of the birth and become more beautiful.
In summer, the insects sing. I still remember that midsummer night clearly. I thought in your arms, you reached out and pointed to the distant space. Under your guidance, I recognized the Altair, Vega, the Big Dipper, and the myths and legends that flowed from the Milky Way. I remember that time, you said: "Look, that group of stars, one of them is like you, you are the brightest one among many children!" Yes, under the starry sky, snuggled up next to you to listen to your praise, really happy!
In the fall, the leaves fall. Witness your mud wrapped pants legs, sweat wet through the back of the clothes, busy figure at dusk, from sunrise to sunset, although you have been slightly older, action seems to be a little slow, you still refuse to stop rest.
Yes, we have taken away from you too much too much, the first time I have to return the idea of you, the first time I was afraid that you will one day leave me in fear, the first time I look forward to immortality is not a myth.
Winter, the first snow. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. When I learned of the news of your departure, I braved the snow walking on the road, tears seem to have long been frozen in front of the eyes, heartache to the extreme. In the beautiful winter, I lost you forever, the snowman in front of the house, the cold and proud plum blossom in the snow, the lovely round snowball, are they all going to leave me? Without your embrace, where will I find safety? Where will I find happiness? Grandpa, have you forgotten the promise you made that night? You said that you would wait for me to go to college and then go abroad to see the stars ......
The tears slipped down and were gently wiped away. Lift tearful eyes, look away from the sky, summer is thick, read you, as the beginning ......
If, I become memories?
Late at night,
Ten consecutive days of all-night,
I am also tired,
but as usual, trying to be awake.
And as per usual,
starting to miss you guys.
So afraid that as soon as I am assured of sleep,
Thoughts are in dreams,
and disobedient, I go back to the past.
Looking at, your carefree smiling faces,
The more I miss it, the more it makes me apprehensive,
Memories are flooded with red rain.
What can I cherish,
Struggling to live on the line,
If I can't even remember my own thoughts,
What am I left with.
If I become a memory and exit our stage,
leaving you all stunned and sentimental,
My numb body, the corners of my mouth can't pull a connotative smile on you.
Thinking of my lonely travels in the sea of people,
I would hate myself, so wretched.
If I become memories, finally not so crazy,
No chance of white hair,
Tottering along with you guys, in the western mountains to see the great river going east,
Sigh years.
Can't escape this young and frivolous,
If we can, let's get drunk and sing.
Happy, when will it end.
Which moment is the last moment,
Want to hold you all tightly,
Know that you are in my life, the most reluctant to give up.
If I turn into a memory, in the end it is me who is too uncontested.
Decadently rely on this place, cover up your memories, every tear.
The pain of you who still care about me, slowly fade away.
This is not in place, but please, do not forget me.
Who said I am the most colorful and lightweight friends, even I have just seen,
Always, accompanied by you guys.
sorry,thanks,can not express my emotions.
And those I have dusted in my memory,
I'm not lying, I'm very serious, very serious,
and very attentive.
What kind of wounds heal,
I don't regret the beginning and don't suffer the end.
Miss those in-between experiences,
Regret that it was in vain in the end.
No final say goodbye to you again.
I miss, Ling, Li, foam, Tao Tao (Yi), pure, Xiao Baba, Lele, Xuan Zai, rabbit, Tatsu, Chimei,
Don't forget about me,
Always remember that I am called, Sakura.
That summer, we parted
The story began in the summer, experienced the summer, and finally ended in the summer. This summer is destined to some tears .....
That day I met you, from the beginning, I did not think of growing up with you, because
I know that in the near future. I will still leave
Things are never in my control. Gradually, we know each other, and since then, I have feared
July, I had feared the pain of July.
Because I met with the parting time and time again, slowly, I learned a lot ......
Learned to be calm
Learned to hide
Learned to be strong
Learned to disguise
Learned to cherish
Learned to miss
Learned a lot
And finally learned to miss ......
"Turning off the insufficient oxygen in the room
Lighting cigarette butts to reminisce about your breath
Searching for unfinished disagreements in my head
Returning your questions to the air
Resigning every real meeting
Sleeping on my own, longing to hear from you
Complacency with the charms of rejection
Without a trace.
Maybe I like to miss you more than I like to see you
Maybe I like to imagine you more than I like to get you"
At this point, we are like a chess piece, we can't come and go by ourselves. Although the summer of July will come,
I have been fortunate to meet you in the millions of people, so I gently asked "so you are here ......".
I don't have Wang Bo's boldness, bravery, and don't look back at the time of parting. So this summer I have some tears,
But I still pretend to be strong, pretending to calm down, the heart silently humming <<>> "After the storm is not necessarily
Beautiful sky, not the days of the rainbow, so you, a face of innocence does not mean that you are clueless; not
All the feelings will be the end of the beginning of the end of the ...... ".
No one time, I sat in the corner, daze, recall your story, during this period, I am no longer
a lonely flower.
This is because of you; during this period, you make me understand a kind of emotion called friendship
.
Those innocent, pure smile, where to go? Oh, he or she is in heaven, just in every
dusk comes, some inexplicable sadness.
Its name is called parting, out of every July summer ......
In the storm, I look for the sky
Successful flowers, people only admired her present bright color, but the buds were drenched in the tears of struggle, the blood of sacrifice rain.
- Bing Xin
In the wind and rain, the flowers were lost, the trees were biased, the boat was rocked, the wind and the wind were in the wind and the rain were in the wind and the wind were in the wind and the wind were in the wind. After the season of flowers, is there still a clear sky in the rainy season? I only look for cornflower-like my sky.
A Thousand Searches Step1
Sad, I am lost under the gray sky. The frozen rain is about to fall, I can't find myself beyond the umbrella at that moment. It's still a failure, isn't it? Soldiers under the pool, but I do not know where my army? That one long-cherished dream, unheeded. I failed the exam. Was it because I was stupid or didn't try hard enough? Anyway, it's a loss. Teardrops like raindrops fly into the dust one by one, but can not give up. Wiping away the tears, I still stand proudly. It seems that this gray canopy cracked a seam, a ray of light spread out. There is hope, isn't there? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this.
A thousand searches Step2
Bewildered, the corner of the sky is still black lonesome. Lost notes play a sad song. Go on, call back your army. It's the soaring banners that begin the fight. Less a drowsy girl, more a determined and striving figure. I break through the bonds of failure, soar in the sky of knowledge, take the wings that were once lost, and re-groom the snowy wings. The clock hand rotates invisible, sweat drops hear no sound, the pen is the castle of knowledge, the mind flashes open the key. A question, step by step, I look for the sun in the storm, because he will lead me to find the sky.
A thousand searches Step3
Exciting, half a city under the smoke of the battlefield blew the horn of war. A sheet of paper, a "city" return. I put the flowers of the rainy season bloom. Successful, the other side of the flowers bloom brightly. In the wind and rain, the sky is clear, sunny day rain hit down the pool shining is the starlight in the water. I found it, I found my own long-lost sky.
In the wind and rain, the buds soaked in tears spring blood rain, open brightly colored flowers journey. I look at my own sky on the other side, a bright smile, continue to run ......
I want to be strong
In the vast ocean of life, although there are many reefs waiting for us, but we will not be afraid, we have a never give up, will not be taken away from the dream ---. "I want to be strong".
On the road of life, don't hold back, there is nothing to be shy about, take our steps firmly and believe that success is just around the corner. Stand up! Stand up! Become strong and brave!
In the face of difficulties, do not always show that sad face, under the sun, let the rain pass, blue sky, white clouds, so that the rainbow will always be brilliant.
Life just needs us to open our hearts and become stronger.
I aspire to be strong, I don't grieve for the little things, I don't worry about the big things.
I aspire to be strong and make my life more exciting, so even though the road is full of small stones, I have to look into the distance, so that the buds of small trees to breathe fresh air, so that the little birds to spread their wings and fly, we a small buds of small trees, only a small bird, will certainly become strong.
I long to be strong, like the sky needs white clouds, like the night needs stars, I know my dream, like a bright light, illuminating my young mind.
I long to be strong, like a piece of grass, standing up between the hard stones, no matter the wind and rain, I will always be strong forever.
I aspire to be strong, permanently do not give up, shake the dust, dry the tears, I believe! Believe! I will have my own success, if I can become strong.
Cloud drift Yu blue (aka: cloud drift Yu blue thousand layers of armor)
When I was very young, I would often go to Lianyungang to see the sea, one of the encountered a cloudy and rainy weather, only to see the sky and the sea in the distance gray piece; I remember being curious about the color of this color, my father told me: "This is the Yu blue!" I remember being curious about the color, and my dad told me, "It's blue! I couldn't think of what kind of color pencils I could use to paint it; but the gray and white color, my dad's melancholy eyes, and the frustration of returning home defeated, were y embedded in my childhood memories. Later, there were several rainy days, and gradually this blue evolved into the imagined melancholy mood.
Maybe it is caused by the unhappiness of childhood, has always had a different love for that sunny day sunshine; between morning and evening, will never touch the corner of the melancholy. However, the world we live in is a colorful world; in this world, there is absolutely no lack of and difficult to stay away from that symbolizes the melancholy meaning of the blue.
One day a boy with obvious melancholy, came into my sight; because the blue is written in his screen name, that melancholy soaked his words and language. "Looking back, the previous day has been like a piece of white flakes, and seems to want to pick up the past days, pick up but just a piece of broken articles, by the flow of years like water like drenched" This should belong to the "sigh" category of the melancholy text it, the vicissitudes of the taste, seems to have been more than ever. I'm not sure if I've ever been in a situation where I've been in the same situation. Misty said: the young man should and should only be "so-called melancholy"! However, his melancholy was real, which was proved in the interaction afterward. "Melancholy and living happily" was my understanding of him afterward, and I began to think about melancholy.
"I am a cloud, the sky is my home ......", this past read the sky, romantic and free verse, with the thinking of melancholy, unknowingly became stagnant and depressed. Just like a clear summer blue sky, a layer of white clouds in a flash; clear and beautiful blue, turned into a tangled gloom. In my contemplation, I read out the color of loneliness and wanderlust from this familiar verse. The sky and horses should perhaps also have "where is home, where is the body to return to" the worry! I can't help but be concerned about this "wandering and cold cloud" in my heart. Secret thoughts, thus began to explore the origin of melancholy. Perhaps loneliness and wandering is the origin of melancholy, or even is the nature of melancholy! That nine days floating clouds should be because of its high cold and then born out of loneliness, and then because of loneliness and cold and born out of melancholy, this is called "high place is not cold" it.
So where does the loneliness come from? The cloud is similar to the cloud, then it must also be high up in the sky. But there is no "roc one day with the wind up, rocking straight up ninety thousand miles" of the Kunpeng wings, but how can it be high up? I thought of the idiom of "heart to heart", so I understand that the high, lonely and wandering is the heart, is proud and lonely heart!
Flying around the sun and the moon, like the free white clouds; see the overseas immortal mountains, fairy light; enjoy the unique scenery high above. This must be born from the heart will be cozy to, just also inevitably will bring melancholy. However, it is also very simple to get out of melancholy: when you are tired of flying and watching, just lower that high cloud. In addition, I will not go to the high flying, because in my opinion, "this side of the scenery is unique", the beauty of the earth is still better than that of the fairyland.
I remembered the beginning of Mr. Ye's poem "Tang Dynasty": "Even though I am melancholic, I will write a bright poem for you. This reminds me of the dawn before sunrise, the color of the sky is also the same depressed blue; only after that depressed blue, waiting for us is a brilliant sunset!
I also wrote a little poem for Ruohan Mu Lan:
"The clouds are opening up and the sun is appearing"
The mountains and the water are tantalizingly clear as the sun rises, and the sea fogs and mists are confused as they travel from one to another. The clouds float in a thousand layers of armor, and the light penetrates the morning and evening with a gust of wind.