NO.1 Tagore
1 The world turned to its lover and took off its hoary mask. It became small, small as a song, small as an eternal kiss.
2If you weep for the loss of the sun, then you will lose the stars too.
3 I cannot choose that which is best. It is that best that chooses me.
4 These breezes are the rustling of the leaves; they whisper joyfully in my heart.
5 The swimming fish in the water are silent, the beasts on land are noisy, and the birds in the air sing. But mankind has both the silence of the sea, the clamor of the land and the music of the air.
6The heart is sharp, not broad; it clings to every point, but is not active.
7 The green grass begs her earthly companion. The trees seek the loneliness of his sky. Man builds against himself dikes. So that life may be as the splendor of summer flowers, and death as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.
8 He who wants to be good knocks at the door; he who loves sees the door open
No.2 Ximurong
1 In fact, what I am looking forward to is just a moment. I have never asked you to give me your whole life, if I can meet you on a hillside filled with gardenias, if I can love you y and then part, then, even the longest of lives, is it not just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment, just a moment.
2 in the young, if you love someone, please be gentle with her, no matter how long or how short the time of your love, if you can always be gentle with each other, then all the moments will be a kind of flawless beauty, if you have to part, but also to say goodbye properly, but also in the heart of the thank you, thank her to give you a memory, grow up after you will realize that, in the moment of looking back, the moment of looking back, the moment of looking back, the moment of looking back, the moment of looking back, the moment of looking back. When you look back, you'll know that youth without resentment has no regrets, like the quiet moon on the hill
3 On a young night, I heard a song that was clean and lingering, like the wind blowing through the lilies of the mountains, but when I longed for it, it was silent, no trace of it, no place to go, just the moonlight, soothing to the skin, and in the dusk of a night twenty years later, something similar to that night made that melody come to me, the sound of the mountains, the sound of the drums, and it pushed me straight to my heart to review the paths that led us there, the paths that led us there, the paths that led us there. The paths that I've come from, the green hills that stretch across the sky, the ups and downs of my life, in the twilight, have turned into sweet tears. Not all dreams come true, not all words are spoken, but guilt and regret must be planted deep in the heart of the departed, and though they say that all things in this world come to naught in the end, it's not that I mean to miss out, but I've always done so, and I'm missing out on the blossom of yesterday, and then on this day, and this day, and this day again. This day, this day, this day, the same parting over and over again, and the rest of my life will be a stranger, a thousand miles away, and in the twilight, bowing down y to you, please take care of me, though they say that all things in this world are in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end, in the end. For this-- I have prayed for 500 years before the Buddha, asking him to let us have a relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing along the road you must pass. Under the sunlight, I have carefully blossomed flowers, each of which is the hope of my past life! When you come near, listen carefully, the trembling leaves are my waiting passion! And when you finally pass by unnoticed, behind you there is a ground of ...... Friends! It's not the petals, it's my fading heart.
6If love could be explained, if vows could be changed, if our meeting could be rearranged, then life would be easier, if, one day, I could finally forget you. However, this is not the story of a legend, nor is it the drama that will be staged tomorrow. I can't find out the original draft and then erase you with one stroke
7I am a summer lotus in full bloom. I wish you could see me now. The winds and frosts have not yet eroded, and the fall rains have not yet fallen. The season of youth has been far away from me, I've been pavilion, do not worry, and not afraid. Now, it is the most beautiful moment, but the heavy door is locked, after the fragrant smile, who knows my lotus heart. You are not destined to come too early, or too late ......
8 In that ancient time, there was the same story, the woman who played Konghou was also sixteen years old, or is it that I am the same woman tonight, the one who played Konghou for thousands of years and waited for the gentle and humble soul who wasted time crying at the time of the warbler's blossoms, then the same person is the same person who was waiting for me. Then don't laugh at my weakness even if I cry. How many times have women of different dynasties sung the same song, how many times have they parted under the magnolia trees, and how many beautiful voices have sung the ancient Acacia song on this warm spring night
No. 3 Eileen Chang
1Small sorrows and difficulties can develop a serious outlook on life.
2You ask if it's worth it for me to love you, but in fact you should know that love means not asking if it's worth it.
3On the outside it looks like the status of women around the world varies from high to low, but in fact women are always low, and it is useless to be angry, life is not a matter of gambling.
4A person is most able to show the noble qualities of his nature when he is in love. This is why romance novels will always be popular - both ancient and modern.
5 Meet the person you are meant to meet among millions, among millions, in the endless wilderness of time, not a step earlier, not a step later, just happen to bump into, then there is nothing else to say but to ask gently, "Oh, are you here too?"
6 For those who can't speak, clothes are a language, and what you carry with you is pocket theater.
7 A woman leaps over her head to think of any little gesture of her lover's that makes him seem unusually childish, cute and pathetic. She is suddenly filled with tolerance growing without limit beyond herself, shading his past and future, and her eyes promise such a pale smile.
8A confidant is like a mirror, reflecting the most beautiful parts of our nature.
NO.4 Zhang Xiaofeng
1 I walked with my head held high, and no one could see my smile in the darkness. The white rutabagas are dotted with coolness in the night.
2 The stars were clear and bright, each one bending its head in low gear. The stream flowed on, messing up the shadows of the lamps and the stars. I suddenly felt a happiness, the kind of happiness that is chaotic and amorphous. I had never felt the favor of creation so intimately before - really, with us being so mediocre, I always felt that happiness should be given to those who were better than us.
3Perhaps because there are single-petaled gardenias in this world, compound-petaled gardenias seem more compound-petaled than the usual compound-petaled flowers. Like many stacked waves, fluttering together, entangled tugging, knotting into a saving flower -- this is the myth of the gardenia, right?
4 spring shirt has many beautiful flowers for embroidery, has many strange fragrance for smoky furnace, but really sewing spring, still is that a needle and a strand of the most rustic cotton thread -- the newborn grain field, through the winter of wheat, everywhere is not born of the grass, all the time is not blowing in the wind, the wind occasional rise of the heron, the heron foot wantonly yellow cauliflower, the cauliflower bushes in a daze. The yellow butterflies in the cauliflower bushes are confusing.
5Heaven and earth is nothing more than a pavilion in the wind and rain, life is nothing more than a variety of detained heart tripping things and feelings, can be inscribed poetry in the wall is always good!
6When three thousand white-headed women sat idly talking about the year of Tianbao, when a catastrophe strangled Yang Yuhuan and aged Tang Minghuang, and when Li Guinian, the musician of the Church (who had once shaken the red and purple peonies of the Pavilion of Sinking Fragrance with his music), was stranded in the fallen flowers of Jiangnan, he was in the middle of the river. In the season of falling flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, then, how you have cold eyes to see Chang'an.
7 jade is different, jade is gentle, the early word book to explain jade, but also only said: "jade, the beauty of the stone." It turns out that jade is also just stone, is a lot of chaotic life suddenly stood out that little bit of spiritual light. As my children listened to the old man's story in the courtyard on a summer night, there was suddenly a story of Hong Xiuquan, and the idea of a new world emerged, and then there was Dr. Sun Yat-sen. Another example is the group of children by the stream, everyone sees lively against the current of the small fish, but there is a fall into contemplation, want to be in heaven and earth, but also so fish, must be all against the waves, can be accomplished, only this thought, there is ...... the so-called great man, in fact, just in the playground suddenly realized that child. The so-called jade, just in the square of time because of the free play actually got the road of the stone.
8 art theory, some people quite think that the work of the individual's situation and have sadness and happiness, in fact, this is only half right. Moliere's life is poor and miserable, and finally died on the stage, but it is the saint of comedy. Mozart, poor and sick, died young, but his music is gorgeous and smooth, like the sky and sunshine, flower streams and spring water, do not know that there are sorrows on earth. Some people are strange warriors, the more traumatized, the more bloodshed, the more he deliberately hide the pathos of pain, only let you see, and only allow you to see his smile. Sun Chao seems to be this kind of person, see his crystalline glaze, clear and beautiful, transparent place is snow, colorful like amethyst ore, reminiscent of mica, reminiscent of glaciers, reminiscent of thin and uniform cell slices. Although I have always preferred the beauty of wood and simplicity due to the tendency of temperament, but also have to recognize the exquisite and flawless art operated by Sun Chao, this kind of pure and beautiful, almost can be interpreted as a kind of gambling. Fate, you want to give me gravel? Fine, I'll return the favor with pearls. Fate to trap me in a kiln fire? I will give birth to a lotus flower in the fire. A potter's vessel, is a great grief, great trials and tribulations, great trauma of the aftermath of the fixed wisdom. Those vessels that once passed through the fire are now as cool as ancient jade and as gentle as frost. After the fire - but don't let you see the smoke and fire, after the fire - but only allow others to see the light of the quiet sword.
No.5Lin Yutang
1The degree of enlightenment of a man is exactly equal to the depth of his suffering
2The nation that is not nourished by humor will become more and more hypocritical in culture, more and more fraudulent in life, more and more pedantic in thought, more and more dried up in literature, and more and more stubborn in the mind of the people
3The insignificance of life in the universe is manifested in a painting of landscape, just like a Chinese painting. The Chinese landscape paintings. In a landscape painting, the subtleties of the landscape are not easy to see, because they have disappeared into the blankness of the water and sky, when two tiny figures, sitting in a boat on the river shining in the moonlight. From that moment on, the reader is lost in that atmosphere.
4What a wretched world it would be if we had knowledge in the world and could not understand it, criticism and could not appreciate it, beauty and no love, truth and a lack of enthusiasm, justice and a lack of mercy, courtesy and no warmth of heart
5Life is cruel, and a man with a warm, generous, and naturally affectionate nature may be susceptible to the folly of his wiser companions. Those who are generous by nature are often mistaken in their generosity, and often go astray because they are too lenient with their enemies or too trusting in their friends. ...... Life is harsh, and a warm heart is not enough to cope with circumstances; enthusiasm must be linked with wisdom and courage in order to avoid the ravages of circumstances.
6Those who are capable, clever, ambitious, arrogant, and, at the same time, the most cowardly and confused, lack the courage, profundity, and tact of the humorist. They are forever dealing with trivial matters. They do not know that the more open-minded humorists are better able to cope with great things
7Ancient churches, old-fashioned furniture, dictionaries with very old editions, and antique books, which we are fond of, are forgotten by most of the people who have forgotten the beauty of old age. This beauty is to be appreciated and is very much needed in life. I thought that the old things, the perfect things, the things that have survived the world are the most beautiful things
8 A true traveler must be a wanderer, experiencing the joys, temptations, and adventures of the wanderer's idea. Traveling must be nomadic, or it is not traveling. The point of travel is to have no responsibilities, no fixed time, no correspondence, no hemming and hawing neighbors, no visitors, and no destination. A good traveler never knows where he is going, and a better one does not even know where he came from. He even forgets his own name
No.6 Anne Baby
1. Looking is another way of remembering.
2. There will just be things, people, that make us silent and sentimental when we are alone, without any repentance. There will be things, people, that remind us that we once shone in each other's eyes, pulverized dramatically, and are still missed.
3. That's the divine thing about life. You never know how it will come and the end it will bring. Its nobility cannot be detected in the slightest. It's as if the wounds and memories hidden in our hearts.
4. Always be in awe of the sun, of the beauty, of the pain. As if our living, but also just a simple career of a clean white flower tree in the spring. Whether it is trying its best to bloom, or silently decaying, it is so willing and precious.
5. The more beautiful it is, the more dismal the death.
6. Not willing to be folded away from the end of the branch lost soul. Can not do tough walking dead. Rather self-destructive to the description of hideous, be discarded. In this way, the beauty of this short and unsaved, only deep into the marrow, nostalgic. Never to linger.
7. The soul of every man who comes to the sea in the dead of night is a child with his clothes off.
8. Loneliness is, when you need someone else, you look everywhere. When you don't need others, you are self-sufficient.
No.7 Yu Qiuyu
1 Walker walks alone in the distant wilderness, unknown to all, encountering problems everywhere, only because of an obsessive trust, the courage to put any piece of land in the world underfoot, for the later to step out of a boundless frontier.
2Is it easy to come to the world once? Is it easy to have an encounter? Is it easy to call a friend? Still the words - learn to cherish, be careful
3No one should hide and cover up some of the most simple, most natural life issues such as age.
Yu Qiuyu's calligraphy (7) and then the high position, and then more wealth, and then the great disaster, compared to the Shaohua flow, the vicissitudes of time, the young and the old look at each other, life and death, have become skin deep. Northern geese long song, aged emperor and aged beggar together are heard; cold mountain tomb sweeping, the elder teardrops and younger teardrops but have a different weight.
4 What season to view what scenery, what season to enjoy what flowers, which is complete and natural. If you intentionally turn it upside down, you will damage the flavor of the situation at both ends. The "warm winter" and "cold spring" are not normal weather conditions.
5Middle age is too practical and busy to be considered poetry on the whole, which is hard to understand; youth is often poeticized, but youthful poems are too passionate and lacking in context, and according to my standard, the lack of context does not count as good poetry.
6A certain period of time, a certain society, even if all the young people and the old people are in the devil generally ridiculous, as long as the middle-aged people are not ridiculous, things will not be bad. The greatest fear is the absurdity of the middle-aged, and the greatest absurdity of the middle-aged is to forget that they are middle-aged. They know that as long as they adhere to the principle of their own personality, many seemingly opposing views can be compatible and rely on one another, one point into a reasonable existence. Thus, in front of the eyes of middle-aged people, a large number of confrontation dissolved, early rivals can not be found, yesterday's enemies do not have too much hate, more is to take care of the young and old people of all colors in their own side. Please do not underestimate the word "care", at least half of the charisma of the middle-aged people is related to this
8 a life-long character is basically formed in youth, but unfortunately, in that crucial era, young people are encouraged by the positive is always to fight for success, and the general so-called success is always stamped with exclusivity, selfishness, and so-called success. the stamp of exclusiveness and selfishness. As a result, before there were wrinkles on their cheeks, they dug unseen black holes in their character. --About Age