Ancient people used the expression "At Hand" to describe a distance that is very close but as far away as the sky.
Ancient people used the phrase "a stone's throw away from heaven" to describe a situation where the distance is close but as far as the sky. In the Yuan Dynasty, Guan Hanqing in the "Twenty Changing Heads" also has the sentence "The horse's head is at hand and the sky is far away, so it is easy to go and hard to see each other." The reason why it is so difficult to see each other is that the horse is so far away. However, the reason why it is difficult to see each other is because of the underdevelopment of transportation, communication and technology at that time. If there were modern airplanes, faxes, and videophones, how would it be difficult to see each other?
Pulling the ancients to talk about these modern means of transportation and communication seems unrealistic. But as long as a little assumption is not difficult to see the superiority of modern high-tech means, but also for the poor conditions in ancient times and y regret.
Jianzhen East, Xuanzang West, which is not experienced a thousand dangers and almost lost his life. Xuanzang made a round trip with seventeen years, Jianzhen simply stayed in the East. If the present conditions, Jianzhen can not go on the water to go to the sky, Xuanzang may not have to personally go to get the scriptures, fax over, air transport over is both convenient and fast way. Ancient people love to see the moon, the moon is full of curiosity, but also full of yearning. Nowadays, the moon has long been a dream of mankind. After the famous quote "This is only a small step for me, but a big step for the whole mankind." After the birth of the famous quote, mankind has set its sights on a wider and more distant universe. The moon is no longer a mystery to mankind. Poetry is an important tool for human beings to express their feelings. To be disrespectful, if there are modern means of transportation and communication, the pair of "you live in the head of the Yangtze River, I live in the tail of the Yangtze River" will not have to endure the pain of lovesickness.
Humans have spent hundreds and thousands of years turning the "distance" into "distance". So some people say that modern technology has made the Earth smaller and smaller, and this is a very appropriate analogy. The development of science and technology so that people will no longer be deterred by the distance, will no longer be difficult to communicate and gradually alienated. This year's Spring Festival, many soldiers who are guarding the southern sea border of the motherland through the visual telephone and far inland relatives and friends to greet each other; in the eastern part of the Tibetan students can also be through the technology to the roof of the world to pay tribute to their parents.
Thus, in a sense, the development of science and technology has brought people closer to each other, parting friends and relatives are no longer in order to "hard to see" and sad; "You live in the head of the Yangtze River, I live in the Yangtze River," people will not only see each other in their dreams. Humanity has entered a new century, we look forward to faster and higher development.
The hot sun, yellow sand rolling, a lonely rider in the stagecoach road speeding. The man, drowsy and shaky; the horse, panting sharply at the mouth and nose, slightly foaming. But the man and the horse did not have a moment s rest, one flavor of Mercedes ...... stage arrived. Another took over the letter box, straddling a steed galloped. And the previous person and a horse but seems to be deficient to wither on the ground ......
This is our country's ancient way of information transmission - stagecoach. It's a bit inaccurate to say "our country", because other countries' postal methods are similar. This way of extreme backwardness, the speed of transmission can be imagined: people and horses in the avenue is Mercedes-Benz, of course, the quality of the road is far from today; even, such as someone intercepted the stagecoach, then no matter how close the distance, but also can not receive the letter, can be described as "at hand, the end of the world".
In 394 A.D., the Western Jin Dynasty's Emperor Sima Ch'ien was captured by the Cheng Han regime established by Liu Cong of the Xiongnu people and sent to Yecheng, where he was killed in December. But news of his death did not reach the Jin king Sima Rui, who was based in Jiankang, until March of the following year. Yecheng and Jiankang were not far apart, but it took three months to transmit the message. This is not something to be particularly focused on, but what about military matters?
Li Yuan, the high ancestor of the Tang Dynasty, sent Li Jing, the Duke of Wei, to attack Xiao Mou. The city of Jinling was besieged by the Tang army for several days, and there were several times more reinforcements than the Tang army outside the city less than 50 miles away. However, these reinforcements did not know whether Jinling had been attacked or not, so they did not move at all. Xiao Mou in the city want to look through the eyes, but also at the end of the world ......
Doo turn the stars, the moon and the day like a shuttle, a thousand years of time will be gone in a flash. On the ground, the steam locomotive whistling Mercedes-Benz; sea, ocean-going sailing ship breaking waves. But the technology of postal delivery has never been substantial development, a late swift message I do not know how many people have brought great pain: the son does not know that his father is seriously ill, and it is too late to see a side; lovers can not receive each other's information and heartbreak; generals do not get to the urgent intelligence and the whole army was destroyed ......
Thomas More invented the telegraph, and from this time onwards, the telegraph has become the most widely used and most widely used in the world. Thomas More invented the telegraph, and from then on, with the clear rhythm of Morse code, important information was sent to the hands of the parties concerned ......
Marconi invented the telephone, and each other's voices communicated with each other, long-time friends exchanged pleasantries, and travelers across the ocean talked about the pain of homesickness, and a mother's love was not blocked by the thousands of miles of water. ......
Today, the Internet technology allows people to make new connections and to talk about old times; with the development of visual technology, postal information is not only language, voice, but also appearance - the most sincere feelings.
The world seems to have gotten smaller. Not bad, people's information exchange from "at hand" to "the sky is the limit". The future? The future? It's going to be even brighter.
2. The distance of the narrative essayThe difference between the distance and the end of the world, not only in the physical distance of space, but also in the spiritual distance of the heart. The latter's proximity determines our perception of the former. The end of the world is the distance between people who know each other and love each other. Whether it is Wang Bo's "a close friend in the sea, the sky is far away as a distant land", or Wei Zhi, Lotte between the mutual encouragement, mutual worry, mutual comfort of thousands of miles of letters, or Qin Shaoyou's "two love if it is a long time, and not in the morning and evening" of the cheerfulness, are all the expression of the body, but the heart is close to each other. Though they are thousands of miles away from each other, their hearts are close to each other. They care for each other, love each other, and break the physical boundaries of time and space, and get the feeling of being close to each other in their hearts. This is probably the reason why "if you have a soulmate in your life, what more could you ask for". However, many people may not be able to find a soulmate in their whole life, and we have to face many people every day. They are close to us, how should we treat them? Wear a mask of indifference, wear a cold armor of the heart? Or abandon the excess guard, send people fragrant roses, give people a sunny smile? Our choice determines whether these people who are close to us are as far away as the sky or as close as a stone's throw away. When I look at people, I am saddened to see that many city dwellers have chosen to wear masks and armor in order to prevent themselves from being injured in the "jungle society". They are on the road full of anxious rush, living a three-point-one-line life, no longer have the "distant relatives as close as neighbors" experience; children were warned of the darkness of the world, was turned into a small hedgehog they no longer look for neighboring children to play, "childhood sweethearts" has become a legend. The "childhood sweethearts" have also become a legend. What's more, they are indifferent to other people's lives and even their lives. When Maria, a foreign friend, rescued a man from the water in West Lake, the onlookers took pictures of her, but none of them reached out to help! The distance between these people's hearts is so far, so distant! This is not even a distance of the sky, it is the distance of two worlds! Perhaps the harmony and beauty of tradition has been broken in the minds of some. But when I picked up the fragments, I saw the light of hope reflected in them. I can't help but think of the donor who came from out of town and left in a hurry after dropping tens of thousands of dollars in the "Save Bixin City" campaign; I can't help but think of the barbers who came from far away to participate in the charity cuts. They are not neighbors, but thousands of miles to send charcoal in the snow; they are separated by blood from the end of the world, but go out of their way to help. This action makes us realize: how far is the distance between a city? Just a stone's throw away, as long as everyone is removed from the mask of defense, think of people to good; as long as everyone is moving numb expression, show people to smile; as long as everyone is thrown off the cold armor, to give people love, I believe that for the time being also seems to be far away from the end of the world, will gradually come to you, a stone's throw away, and ultimately a stone's throw away! As long as there is love, a stone's throw away is a stone's throw away, the end of the world is just a stone's throw away! The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and what you are doing.
3. Goodbye, Stranger EssaySitting is also Zen, walking is also Zen, a flower is a world, a leaf is a Rulai.
Spring flowers from the green, fall to the leaves drifting, infinite like the heart from the heart, speech silent movement body natural.
What do you see in my lonely eyes? It's a mottled sadness, or a disorienting dream, or just a soul with no place to return to? I am just carving myself, forgetting to walk with you, or purely speaking I still continue the unruly life, just like Nietzsche's entangled problems "the return of all the robberies" view, I continue in the memory of the barriers to the old dream, let the past enchanting poppy, in the madness of the fantasy of my own way, walk into a graceful scenery. We are all time passers-by, are absurd strangers, you have me drifting traces, I have you passing back.
Stepping on the train of the years, the most primitive emotions if only dependent on the reproduction, then the result is destined to be the empty hand folded plum, the wall appendage of the lonesome, the sadness of the people away from the tea cooler. If I can not accompany you to the end of the old man, he will be back to the well far away.
You and I will eventually part ways, and from now on, we will be scattered to the ends of the earth, and people will be dancing. Someone said that we are all lonely hedgehogs.
Only people with the same frequency can see the unknown elegance of each other's hearts. I am not your dream, and you are not my poem.
When the leaves are scattered, you understand reunion; when the flowers are shed, you understand youth. Farewell to the feast, please take the sweetness in the flowers, the warmth in the palm lines, smile peacefully.
June, please contact my best wishes and prayers: the end of the world, if you know, I will be at peace; the end of the world, if you are well, is a clear day. What I want is a period of belonging to their own hours.
It may be a que of green bricks and tiles, a lazy afternoon, encounter a piece of rain moistened petals, a page of folded thoughts, a line of plain paper and ink Xuan, in the time of the dialogue, and dusk game, with the green lamp said Zen, in the chanting of the flow of the years, the Tangshan Songshui read through the story of the spring, summer, autumn and winter days of the days of the thin. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
Not forgetting the initial arrival of the other side, not forgetting the soul of the dream converted to the ferry. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff you've been thinking about, and you'll be able to do it all in one place.
You are a familiar stranger, and after turning around, you will become a stranger. I can't control the change of the world, but I can only hide my heart.
Soberly self-possessed, coldly left, calmly forgotten. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
In the difficult-to-pronounce scriptures, you interpreted a chapter of light words for me, I think the soul must be able to keep the clouds open to see the sun to come to the Qingjia and happy. The first thing I'd like to do is to get a good understanding of how the world works, and how it works.
Than Daiyu's trembling "Hello, Baoyu" chanting more relieved. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
In the three words of prophecy that I abandoned in my hands, there are your tears and heavy watchfulness, separated by a journey of water and mountains, we are sitting forgotten on both sides of the time, and ultimately, the flowers into a mound, the halberd is sinking. The line of your veins is the long river sunset, my floating idea is the desert lonely smoke, kerchief love as particles of dust.
In my hibernation dream, you are the spectator of my life, in the predestined fate, we should have been tied to the back away, life does not allow the exodus of the face, three thousand laurel ten miles of lotus mood is my lifelong search. You are an excellent person, should not be because of me and stay in the track of life.
Meet, is the field of grand beauty, tube it blooming flower period and burning Ping trace. "The water color is bright on a few, pine shade and bamboo shadow in front of the window, incense burning daytime sitting in nothing, good with the book knitted together with the quiet edge".
Outside my bamboo fence, in your goodbye, such as the tone of the autumn water in the sky, is a section of the clear color of the mute voice, I sent in silence, please take care.
The most frequent drama in life is not leaving, but waiting.
We are all waiting for the next subway to arrive, waiting for the meeting or parting? Ignorance and foreknowledge of the intertwined, indistinct time, as a dream of retrospective, in the memory of the shuttle back and forth ...... There are too many memories too late to outline, but deep like a knife carved in stone that ancient engraved mark. Philosophers say, the reason why people have too much pain is because the memory is too good, but I hate every second of memory is engraved in the heart, only because of this emotional land memories make me fond of, feel the survival and youth at hand.
In fact, leaving the youth has been a long time, but looking back is like an instant! This has passed the light of day perhaps should be recorded as after the youth? My after youth starts from here? With a sacred and reverent heart, to find that piece of holy land that has passed away, away from the material and the hustle and bustle of the world, interests and power, to restore the original clear heart, let the mind return to the original. Returning to the original, let me recall twenty years ago, the plateau of snow.
Whenever a pilgrimage is held on the day of worship, looking at the differently dressed believers in the square of the open space, I listened to the pilgrims chanting, like from the clouds of the heavy rolling thunder, flowing with the holy sound of the Brahman. That scene I seem to understand: in front of the statue of Buddha will always be incomparably pious, even if you do not understand why to be pious, but no need to think about it.
Probably from the beginning of touching the thinking of life, the seed of piety has long been rooted and sprouted ...... . The first thing that you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
And the return of the mind is the only beautiful scenery on the way to the end of our lives. In fact, these should have been forgotten.
Forgetting may be considered a kind of art. If you have the chance to meet again even if it is close, but can not recall the time of the entanglement, enmity and resentment.
It turns out that there are some things like the ancient cloud, close at hand but already as far away as the end of the world. The time that has passed contains the understanding, tolerance, but not the reality of the dust.
Life, always from the beginning of a blank sheet of paper, a word by word written in the past, present and future. The intersection of meeting and parting, it is the collision of the distance and the end of the world, constantly interpreting the beauty and sadness of life and youth.
No matter the vicissitudes, no matter the storm. I just want to thank and love the divine favor and favor in my heart.
5. The divide between people at the end of the world 1 poet Gu Cheng has a famous poem: you look at the clouds, I
From "at the end of the world" to "the end of the world" ancient people have the desire to unravel the nature, they observe the sun, observe the starry night sky, discover the laws, develop a calendar. They observed the sun and the stars, discovered the rules and established the calendar. Zhang Heng became an astronomer by observing the stars every night and made the "armillary sphere". But they only saw a little surface phenomenon: the moon is round and bright, the stars are small and dark; the stars are bright and dark, some shining, some stable, some "go" fast, some stationary; there are also broken through the sky ...... Ancient people did not understand the mystery, can only be explained by the gods. The ancient people did not understand the mystery, and could only use God to explain. Galileo's invention of the telescope pierced the Earth's "shell", so that people can see the "appearance" of the stars of the solar system: the moon has craters on the craters, Mars is like a blood-stained red, Saturn has a straw hat like a halo. Since then, astronomy has developed significantly. The solar system is not a "stone's throw" when compared to the enormous scale of "space", and life is not a "minute" when compared to the long duration of "zeus". "minutes and seconds". Ancient people still do not understand the mystery of "at hand" within, but today's people have been able to see the "end of the world" outside the scene. With the invention of large optical telescopes and radio telescopes, we can see 15 billion light-years away, which is probably close to the edge of the universe. This is a leap not only in distance, but also in time. Because the picture we see is not the one we see at the moment, but the one we saw tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of years ago. More importantly, mankind's understanding of nature has jumped from "a stone's throw away" to "a stone's throw away". The Earth's rings are thought to have "gotten smaller" due to the development of communication, which has made it quick and easy for people to get in touch with each other. In the universe, scientists are also searching for life, hoping to make contact with it. Much remains to be done before we can talk to aliens as easily as we can "at the end of the world". Materialistic dialectics recognizes that things are knowable and that human understanding is constantly evolving. Not only in astronomy, but also in other fields, the simple laws that were difficult for the ancients to discover, have already reached a higher level, so-called "from 'at hand to the ends of the earth' to 'at the ends of the world' ". In the face of science seems to be unable to crack the mystery, mankind can not retreat, because it must be known. At the same time, we must master the method. Without a telescope, the universe will not open itself to us. Humans must rely on their own efforts to find ways to study the problem and explore the unknown! History proves that mankind will crack more scientific mysteries .
6. Whose strings, mess my years essay悠悠相思曲，琴弦心下系，风情万里来，花落树家开，不用忖思量，暗自嗟愁离。
The empty cui smoke wave, curls of curls of the end of the song, I promised with the king, the next year about him, the qin and se dance heart, dance chanting Acacia, do not forget, from now on the two compartments of the promise.
Whose zither sound in the night twists and turns fan? The melancholy tune, singing the love and hate of the world. The endless attachment written into words, composed into a song, tied on the piano string, delicate hand, gently strumming a root of the strings of love, played a people weeping music, pouring out the heart of millions of sadness.
Listen, a song of lovesickness, in the wind, whispering and singing, like a young girl, a white dress floating, dancing in the wind in a delicate posture, talking about the heart of the infinite accumulation of feelings. Through the treetops, swept through the fingertips, in the gap between the years in the light dance belongs to their own unique dance.
Look, a person full of teardrops, in the Shaohua reincarnation, from three thousand silk into a bun of silver hair, from the delicate girl into a tremulous old man. The dance is not tantalizing dance, still do not forget the hypnotic tune, the endless passage of time, a long and mournful song, sung countless times the music permanent companion, never leave.
In the coming year, spring is always there, this year spring does not return. I can't undo the cycle that has slipped away, but I can only quietly guard the time now.
Not for the once sworn oath of eternal constancy, only for this life you and I a sentimental ambiguous eyes, only for this life you a lingering look back. From then on, dyed love, caused by the intention, destined for the lovesickness, sadness, broken heart.
Handheld Acacia things, tearful eyes, think of the heart of the king cut cut, think of the soul does not return, want to ask a good date, only the heart is always in. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the best products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that with your own personalized products.
The words are choked and swallowed, and the voice is silent, the song is over, and the tearful eyes are sad and confused. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be able to do that.
The Acacia materialized into a charming song, would like to accompany you forever in the lingering sorrow, would like to read you in the charming warmth, the Acacia composed into a song, the love language filled into the word, in the wind in the music, in the rain in the chanting, so that the wind to take the miss, so that the rain to take the love language, the breeze and the rain to the place, that is, the people who are thinking of the endless feelings. Acacia into a wound, only a thousand lines of tears, lonely boudoir, an inch of sadness in the soft intestine.
A piece of paper, pen to write love, a piece of paper music, a piece of paper to fill in the lyrics, the end of the world, the end of the world, the only clear song sigh long. The 13 strings of the qin and se, play all the sadness of the deep bosom of the grievances, think of the gentleman is not in, the sunset smoke building.
Clear point point, tune tune tune, think of people today is not in, old sorrows add new sorrows, that return to go, think of Jun Nianjun, Jun is not in. The first time I looked back at the past, the smoke cloud over the eyes, sadness heavy see, vague dusk, mist and thick clouds, the love of the same.
Eclipsing the time, whose strings, chaotic my Shaohua years.
7. Essay on ListeningListening to the heartbeat When the breath of a solitary person reverberates in the ears, the heartbeat seems to be the soul's chant. At the moment the sunlight is infected in the cold, for a kind of silent illumination. The small tree has been a different kind of care combed once handsome silk, and the field Rongrong growth of the fairy tale gradually revealed. Just so gloomy into the loneliness, so that some memories began to clear, little by little in the enrichment of yesterday, although this is born destined to experience, rather analyze the reading but only regret to pass. Because never dare to easily indulge themselves, but also do not want to easily give up insisting, so missed a lot. In the true and false in the embarrassment, in the thirst and stupidity in the confusion, in the distance and the distance in the confusion. The heavens have never given any emotional pursuit a fair background. Everyone knows that there is no fairness in life, cause and effect are a kind of inevitable can not be shirked, can not be forced. I would like to find a person to whom I can pour my heart out without any constraints, but of course, this is already a luxury today. Few people strive for self-respect, true human desires, and a deep-seated sense of meaning, and endure the hardships that come with it. Time is short, the price is too high, and there is no help. However, it is in the gradual abandonment of emotions that these human underpinnings begin to become invaluable. Can one stop praying for understanding, forgiveness and sympathy by clinging to, enjoying and sublimating pain, loneliness and isolation with no regrets? Who knows. Between the sun and the water, between the stars and the land, there is no longer a deliberate search for a logic of dependence. The freedom to do as one pleases is no longer the most complete freedom, the old beliefs are already rooted in the blood. Why make things difficult for the principles of the world, when the only thing you can do after going against tradition at any cost is to fall into a different pattern? At this moment I wonder what scenes the characters in my memory are designing, what elaborate themes they are planning, and what kind of fulfillment they are taking in. Wandering in heavy thoughts, there will not be a pleasant conception. I can not say, in fact, more than the theme of survival, the end of life is not pouring rain, because the most ordinary people. Often ask, do a thing, care for a person, cherish a period of destiny, need reasons and excuses, need qualifications and conditions? There are a lot of rules in this world are very clear, do not need to think too much to understand, whether you want to or not, will be in the unconscious to follow them. Life can not always be done in a hundred years very well, in all rational and emotional experience, people ultimately lose more than just complete and free of themselves, often in the last resort into the inner chaos of almost self-mutilation, to live beyond always hope for the afterlife of the long-cherished wish. Love and hate often alternate, the feeling of anguish and confusion is very difficult but there is no cure. Then there is only waiting, waiting to be forgotten in the passage of time? In the crowd I can feel myself as a real person, a person who also feels afraid and lonely, a person who is temperamental but loves life, but also a person who feels angry because he can't get out of it. Witnessed a lot and often feel confused, the heart will often be some inexplicable damage, I understand, people are looking for, looking for those who are happy, happy and satisfied. When reading often for those moving heart dazzling place sighed, listening to the song often sink into the bleak rhythms in the taste of sadness, quietly alone often fall into a long deep thought and accept loneliness. Back to think, do not hide love and hate and likes and dislikes, frankly show their own infected style of the only means may be honest and fearless, so there may be no reason to have no need to regret. All seasons are life, existence, there are colorful harvest and intoxicating sadness. Listen to the melody of youth "good, I will not play again, I have to work hard for their own goals, can not let their parents down, my mom said I was her only hope, so I bought a big pile of books, I want to do them all, maybe I can really get into the Guangmei Oh. I'm growing my hair from now on, so bless me." Lolo left this message and quietly left, looking at her gray avatar, I can not help but tears. People all over the world are working hard, for their own goals and dreams and gradually away from my world, and I am always drowning, swallowed by the endless darkness, little by little, can not be extricated. I left this sentence in OICQ, and then crouched down on the table, sadly, when the last friend left me, what was left of me? Only the lonely memories like ripples rippling, rippling, rippling. Dreams are as wonderful as heaven. My dreams are as far away as the stars blinking coldly in the sky. Striving is the beginning of pursuing a dream, and the arduous journey of pursuing a dream requires endurance, sweat and blood. I am a weak or fragile person, I avoid all the real problems I have to face. I always like to hide behind people, avoiding all the sources that will hurt me. The sudden sunlight shines on the sound of books, and my sky is cloudy. I saw the liar on the line at a very late hour, and he called me a kid, with a different tone and enthusiasm than half a year ago. Is it possible that time can pull away the distance between each other? If so, I hate to be apart. Liar is a gloomy boy, after entering the university, still struggling, I think he will be a proud son of the sun. Liar himself made a literary website, let me go to see, his articles are still so gloomy that people want to shed tears, I understand that life changes make his words depressed and sentimental. I always remember a long time ago he could humorously teach me the names of places in riddles, and ask me a series of questions about the history of trains after seeing the ever-spreading tracks. College is the heaven of my dreams, but once I enter it, I will be pulled into two parallel lines with my past, two parallel lines that can never be attached to each other. I can't help but tremble with fear at the thought of it, even though now I can only stand outside the door and look at that country. What one seeks is not reality but illusion. I am wandering between illusion and reality, reality is full of ups and downs, just like many years ago, I used a match to light up a mountain forest, warm up a piece of winter, light up my whole childhood, red fear and crystal tears stained the whole winter. The resentment in my heart spread all over my heart, but I couldn't talk about it, I only realized that tears are a kind of exhalation, a kind of relief. I hate to live in the real, people are too fragile and have to face too much, rather than in the unreal conception of their own fairy tale, simple and beautiful as the blue sky, no impurities. A person in fear of what, not afraid of cold is afraid of loneliness. I'm afraid of the cold, but I'm afraid of being alone.