Giving up is a kind of wisdom, a kind of heroism and a deeper level of enterprising. We sometimes struggle because we carry too much; The reason why it is too heavy is because it will not give up. Fame and fortune often kill people with a smile. The poet Tagore said: If a bird's wings are tied with gold, it will not fly far away. Learn to give up, in order to unload all kinds of burdens of life, go into battle lightly, meet the turning point of life and survive the ups and downs; Only by knowing how to give up can we have a mature, more substantial, calm and relaxed self. Give up sadness, walk with happiness, give up fame and fortune, and step into a detached situation.
★ The happiness of life lies not in people's environment, people's status and what people can enjoy, but in how people's hearts correspond to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their happiness, the rich have their happiness, the powerful have their happiness, and the humble have their happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; In life, everyone has happiness and troubles, which is the true face of the human world.
When love shines on the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a trembling chord, a kind of floral dispersion, lasting and warm, extending to others. From one hand to the other, from one person to another. This is the warmth floating from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a tired footprint and an indifferent heart in the spiritual world. Then, the loved one will light a match in his heart with a kind of warmth, although sometimes it is so weak.
The mountains in the south are never so tall and majestic as those in the north. In winter, they have lost their former runlang, leaving a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with white, it will be a magnificent picture and there will be new hope among the mountains. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pine and cypress are left in the mountains, which are as green as frost, and there is gray in the light green. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.
● Moonlight is like orange indifferent liquid, mountains and rivers are immersed in the moonlight, and it is as quiet as heaven. Alone in the moonlight, a peaceful and peaceful heart is under the wise examination of the moonlight. Life is beautiful in an instant, and people's hearts should be beautiful. What we do is worthy of this beautiful world and this beautiful moonlight. Only a beautiful soul can shine into the beautiful moonlight, and only a person with a beautiful heart can dare to face the beautiful moonlight quietly and have a peaceful soul.
◆ On the winding lotus pond, the leaves of Tian Tian are expected. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
★ In the lonely winter, there is monotonous yellow everywhere. It's bleak everywhere, even the smooth river in the past has lost its luster, and it's sleepy under the ice. There is a mother and daughter, in the warm sunshine. Now, the mother is combing her daughter's hair. She stroked her hair gently and braided her hair gently. A smile was written on her face, as if her love could never be filled, overflowing to her mouth, flowing to the corner of her eyes and spinning into a long braid. The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered gold powder, shining with erratic brilliance. The daughter nestled in her mother's arms and kept saying something. She makes her mother laugh from time to time, and the warm family melts the cold in winter, making the winter scenery of Xiaosuo spin out the beauty of spring.
■ It began to snow in the evening, and then it didn't stop all night. Snowflakes fell gently on the beehive coated with black paint. The bees are sleeping. In a delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it is like a secret letter sealed with wax. Like refined pure gold particles, it was treasured by rich kings. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living things. In the sun, their dreams are the sweetest. There are Chinese milk vetch and rape flowers in the south, Sophora japonica, jujube flowers and Vitex negundo in the north, and the first floor is blooming again. But I don't know if there will be any traces of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly with the beat of snow, it will smell a wisp of fragrance falling from the sky, which is holy and magical. Unfortunately, no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers on the earth have exhausted them.
In the years of poverty, people can also feel some profound happiness. For example, I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice, pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, and sit in front of the "door" (the stone steps of the hall door) to savor the aroma of lard bibimbap. Every grain of rice is full of happiness.
★ The happiness of life lies not in people's environment, people's status and what people can enjoy, but in how people's hearts correspond to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their happiness, the rich have their happiness, the powerful have their happiness, and the humble have their happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; In life, everyone has happiness and troubles, which is the true face of the human world.
▲ When love passes through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a trembling chord, a kind of floral fragrance that is diffuse, lasting and warm, extending to others, from one hand to another, from one person to another. This is the warmth floating from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a tired footprint and an indifferent heart in the spiritual world. Then, the loved one will light a match in his heart with a kind of warmth, although sometimes it is so weak.
■ Death, disease, injury, injustice ... these have already existed. Moreover, there are plays in their name all the time in this world. Some sad or indignant stories once made us cry, but they were soon forgotten. Some ugly phenomena. It once filled us with indignation, but it soon gave way to exciting things. All this is just because they happen to others and are too far away from my world; Our feelings cooled, solidified and fell into the air!
I often think of you, my friend.
You are in that distant city, a city that is distant and strange to me, a city that I can't see even if I stand on the top of the mountain.
I often think of you, my friend.
I am in this remote mountain village. I have released a thousand paper cranes, and I have broken ten thousand willows. Although I know that even the wings of Shan Ying can't fly to your city.
However, my dream foot, stepping on the starlight and moonlight every night, crosses Qian Shan every day.
My friend, I will see you again.
But my friend, I want you to forgive me, because I only brought warm and powerful arms; I brought you nothing but your strange spring scenery.
● Kunlun has attracted Taoists in the Buddhist world to build temples here since ancient times, cultivate self-cultivation and preach. The forest here is deep and the scenery is beautiful. At the turn of spring and summer, the mountains are covered with green trees and flowers, which is even more charming.
In the chaotic world, artists have perfectly grasped the beauty of Kunlun: it is near dusk, and the sun hangs obliquely in the west. The undulating Kunlun Mountain is like wearing a golden coat, which is surprisingly beautiful. Surrounded by mountains, there is a beautiful lake with clear wind and white sand and blue waves hanging high. Snow peaks in the distance, colorful clouds stretching freely in the sky and swans skimming over the lake have formed a series of shadows in the lake, making this sacred lake more lonely, picturesque, dreamy and moving, like a virgin with bright eyes.
Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency. Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render!
Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart. ...
Relive the good mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.
Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid.
▲ Orange moon, orange light, and a faint frost floating in the orange light. In the empty night sky, I feel as if the moonlight is leaking, the rhythm of the moonlight, and the interdependence between human emotions and moonlight fluctuations. In this soft moonlight, as long as you concentrate on one emotion, it seems that you can hear the beautiful song "Butterfly Lovers" and see the elegant and dreamy "Swan Lake" ... Have these works also experienced the birth of moonlight, and the author's inspiration has been nourished and watered by moonlight? Otherwise, how can these beautiful things be restored in this moonlight?
■ Life is like chess.
A cup of tea, a chess piece, an opponent, the audience. In a word: "Watching chess without saying a word is a true gentleman, and there is no gentleman at the beginning" is enough to reflect all kinds of life of a chess game.
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Have some tea and kill your opponent. The fragrance is in my mouth, in my heart, in my heart. At this time, chess is like a field battle. The two armies confronted each other, eyeing each other. After several rounds, the generals-cars, horses, guns-did not exist. At this time, a pawn stood out and advanced from the south, tearing open the defense line again and again, reversing Gan Kun and turning defeat into victory. He, a pawn, played a decisive role in times of crisis, bravely and without flinching. Looking outside the house, cherry blossoms whirled in the air, drawing a beautiful arc, and suddenly thought: life is nine times out of ten unsatisfactory. In every crisis, we should carry forward the spirit of pawn, shouldn't we? Go ahead and you will win.
But the purpose of chess is very strong, or for one purpose-winning handsome. Isn't life like this? Ambition can get rid of difficulties, and fighting for goals will make you get twice the result with half the effort. People without ideals will only get twice the result with half the effort. People who have no thoughts are not so much enterprising as walking dead. Ambition is like giving charcoal in the snow, just like there is light in the dark. You can really say "there is another village"!
★ Go ahead
If chess is a field battle, then Go is bound to be a battle of wits and wits. Fencing competition requires a strong sense of overall situation and a strong concept of overall situation. There seems to be an unequal relationship between black and white players. For example, a white player only needs 65,438+078 to win the game, and a black player needs 65,438+084. If you don't work hard, the victory will be lost. "Adversity makes talents." What a wonderful quote. Playing games should take the overall situation into consideration, and it is better to sacrifice one person than save the whole army. Never "pick up the sesame seeds and lose the watermelon". I thought to myself: Isn't that what society is like now? Win a little profit, get carried away. Remember that "water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it"!
You can't just be cautious. You must learn to plan ahead. Thirty-six measures are indispensable. Still have to draw the tiger away from the mountain step by step to be foolproof! Retreat is also a good policy. Haven't you ever heard of "retreat for progress"? When you can't have it both ways, it is supreme wisdom to weigh the weight and take care of the overall situation.
Life-chess, life is like a chess game. One careless move will lose the whole game. ...
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I love autumn because of its color, water, wind and harvest. Autumn gives people unlimited enjoyment, enrichment and reverie.
I like autumn, first of all, because of its color. This is because the colors in winter are too depressing, the spring is too bright and the summer is too dull. Only autumn is crisp, sunny and full of harvest, which is pleasing to the eye.
I love autumn, secondly because of its autumn water. The deeper the autumn water, the more colorless it is. This is the clearest time of the year, without any impurities. Living in the world of mortals for a long time, standing by the lake of Qiushui can receive the effect of peace of mind, wash away the troubles in your heart, and purify and sublimate your mind. In the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo's poem "Autumn Water * * * is one color in the sky", which I thought was a praise for autumn water's mind, demeanor and realm.
I love autumn because of its autumn wind. I think autumn wind is the wind of righteousness, and all decadent things are frightened in front of it. Autumn wind is the only wind with suffocating air, which makes the earth cleaner and more lovely and further optimizes species. There is infinite hope in the autumn wind.
I like autumn, because autumn is the harvest season. The earth in autumn is full of the joy of harvest, and everywhere exudes the warmth of hard work and return. Through joy and warmth, I can always feel the hardships and sweat behind me, making the harvest more attractive.
I like autumn. Love her reality and love her maturity.
● Spring, summer, autumn and winter, with four distinct seasons, are the most beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Flowers are fragrant in spring, sunny in summer, Ye Er in autumn and snow and frost in winter; Spring is prosperous, summer is lush, autumn is gorgeous and winter is pure; Spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is lofty and winter is quiet; There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. American famous sentences describing the four seasons, just like the changing seasons, have their own aesthetic feeling and charm. Everything the elder said is ready. In my mind, autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons.
Everything is complacent in the wait and see. The so-called poetic style is nothing more than natural beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic. Lush trees, blooming flowers and thick grass. Lush plants and beautiful scenery are the beautiful world endowed by nature. It's really intoxicating and haunting. Birds in the forest, butterflies in the flowers and dragonflies on the grass represent the songs of life. Listening to cicadas in the forest, enjoying lotus flowers in Chi Pan and boating on the lake are the best enjoyment. There is a cool autumn wind blowing head-on, and it feels so comfortable and amazing. The starry autumn night, the bright moon, the bright starry sky and the breeze bring people a lot of reverie and fantasy, which can't help but make people feel deeply moved. How many beautiful scrolls are painted by how many painters, and how many touching poems are written by how many literati and poets. It's really picturesque and fascinating.
Since ancient times, autumn has been a symbol of sadness, a manifestation of decline and a barometer of melancholy in life. Qu Yuan said, "Autumn wind is blowing, and Dongting waves are under the leaves." Song Yudao: "Alas, Qiu is angry! The bleak vegetation shakes down and becomes weak. " Cao Pi also wrote the same poem in Ge Yanxing, "The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the vegetation is like frost." Nature is full of depression and fallen leaves, which first catches people's eyes. The image of nature makes people produce a kind of * * *, which is naturally associated with the four seasons of life from the four seasons of the universe. "A monk who doesn't know the number of Jiazi knows the autumn in the world." Autumn leaves fall, things and people, and sadness comes from them. As Lu Ji's "Wen Fu" said, "Sad leaves fall in autumn and joy comes in spring." The fading and glory of things lead to inner sadness and joy.
The beauty of autumn lies in the car.
Some people's eyes are like autumn, and some people's Shen Feng is like autumn.
The beauty of maple trees in autumn is not only red in the frosted plains; And still in the cool breeze.
When the leaves gradually became sparse, Lin Qiu showed its elegance, that kind of free and easy without any modification, detached from the worldly prosperity.
The most touching thing is that the sunset is reflected in Lin Qiu. It was so drunk that it set off the deepening dusk in the sky. The cool evening breeze is a beautiful and sad beauty with twilight. It makes you want to shed a few tears of your life experience, but you are frightened by the fading drunken red. You are willing to condense your unrestrained emotions.
Autumn is cold, a gust of wind has passed, and the bare trunk is trembling with a few dead leaves that refuse to go, whizzing silently. Suddenly, a fallen leaf floated into the page I opened. Black and yellow color, the edge has long been damaged, curled up, I do not know what insect bite is full of sores. I suddenly thought of sadness. Didn't I just put it on hold for an autumn in my heart?
I feel sorry for autumn, and I love autumn, too. Whenever the first fallen leaf falls from the dense green, whenever the cool autumn rain moistens my curtains silently, that kind of sadness mixed with sweetness will surge up, leading to a strand of concern, and a long "alas" will slip from my lips and fall into my heart, turning into inexplicable sadness.
Isn't life like this dead leaf? After the fleeting thick green, it turns yellow and black again, fluttering to the ground, and I don't know where it is buried.
Another gust of wind blew, and Ye Er trembled on the page, trying to fly away. I covered it, wanted to embed it in the book, and felt that the words in this book were too hot to bear this cold shape, so I had to find another one.