Life is a book, every step we take will become a character in this book, and there will be an extra poem every year. Time is a pen, dipped in the ink of laughter and tears, to write the end of the following sentence. The accumulation of life has left many fragments, and at every post station in life, we have to stop in a hurry to sort it out; Seriously sum up your past, especially your mental journey, and read yourself calmly! Read the innocence of a person's childhood, the difficulty of standing at the age of 30, the confusion of a person in no doubt, and the difficulty of a person's fate! Read the vicissitudes of life, read the beautiful memories, read the true feelings of the world, read the feelings of life!
I stayed up all night reading and leafing through my dusty self. On the wiped paper, I read the dust stained and shattered by time and the remains of immortal seeds on the road of life, expecting me to surge in the depths of the past. Looking at my tender and stubborn face, behind every sad and happy expression, how many integrity that I have tried to express have weathered in time? Through the ruins of my unpredictable heart, I am like a transparent and turbid mood in the depths of the ocean, stirring the calm sea.
Reading oneself is an erasure of one's inner feelings, a re-understanding of oneself, and even a consciousness of human nature. Therefore, it is not an excuse, not a cover-up, nor a fact, nor is it a struggle with others for the length of a day. Instead, let your spirit jump out of contradictions and entanglements, filter out the turbidity and impurities in your thoughts with reason and conscience, interpret complexity into slow motion, show it on the screen of your heart, stare quietly, appreciate things and observe human feelings.
In a sense, reading is a relaxing activity, but there is a deep complex in relaxation. When we meet life and life meets us, we will always leave traces in the years. Some can be remembered for a lifetime, and some can affect our lives. For example, a friend or teacher who changed your mind and made you know how to struggle and cherish. Life is so wonderful. There are all kinds of joys and sorrows, ups and downs. Therefore, life needs us to show it, just like reading is sometimes purely to send loneliness and comfort your broken heart. Take stock of your life and learn more about yourself. It will let us know how to walk smartly, live calmly and know the truth of contentment in the process of continuous reading.
The clock of life keeps dividing every inch of life, and more than ten years have passed in such a hurry. Facing the shuttle time, an inexplicable idea suddenly came to my mind, like a cup of sugar-free coffee, with a bitter taste and a faint fragrance, which made people think deeply.
Lost the age of flower season, trudged through the years like songs, gently pushed open the door of the year of no doubt, and quietly read myself in front of the mirror erected by time. I love dreaming before I am twenty, dreaming before I am thirty, and remembering after I am forty. Life is really short. Unconsciously, youth is gone, and youth is gone. In fact, human life, like nature, has a distinct cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter. After experiencing the obscurity of childhood, the fanaticism of youth and the calmness of middle age, people naturally entered the decline of their twilight years. Whether you are a powerful person or an ordinary citizen, whether you have countless money or nothing, you will follow the law of life and complete your own life course.
People always say that the wind has no trace, but I think the wind is also full of memories; Some people also say that love has no trace, because love has already been deeply integrated into the heart, which is not only a trace of cutting the soul, but also a ripple on the water. Traceless love does not need too much nostalgia, so let love stay in its space and keep a peace of mind.
In the journey of life, it is a happy thing to have a few intimate friends to accompany you, and a few accidental friends are also some comforting things. If you can let them accompany you through this short century as you wish, perhaps no passion can match this truer and warmer possession, and no vicissitudes can erase the touch of gains and losses. ...
When a person is quiet, he often feels lonely, not because he has no friends, but because he has faint nostalgia, faint memories, some sadness, some loss and some warmth; When a person is quiet, he will often look at our group photos, recall the past years, and recall the years we walked together, some desolate, some low-key, and a little gorgeous; When a person is quiet, he will also think about his future, as well as the life, journey and final destination of his friends.
Memories are always sad, but the feeling of memories is very sweet, so we often fall into them, often miss our friends very much at these times, and have an impulse to find them. However, we all have to live, have our own careers and go our own way. Besides working hard, we also work hard. After all, we also have expectations, dreams, hopes and lovers ... young partners, former comrades-in-arms, they are somewhere. Life is okay, is it like me? When you are alone, think about it occasionally, or look at the yellowed photos under the lamp, look at the handwriting on your legs, and cherish a memory that has lost its light.
In fact, life is like an onion, peeled off one by one, and one will make us cry. What you saw went out, and what disappeared was remembered. I stand at the ends of the earth, waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom again, leaving the fragrance to the young years and making the years full of peace!
When people reach middle age, their minds are a little less restless and a little more quiet. The rings of life have brought me into the golden autumn of life. Naive dreams, pride of youth, vivid memories of the past and glory of yesterday, although they have passed, are calm and quiet, because they have been engraved in beautiful memories and will accompany and enrich this life.
Entering this age, I have a mature attitude towards the past, present and future, and the pace of progress has become gentle but more steady. Although the sophisticated expression is often dignified, there are still sincere feelings inside. Although I am full of vicissitudes, I am full of courage and passion for progress. We have the same yearning and longing. We can sow and cultivate in autumn and look forward to the harvest season. As long as we don't slow down, there will be a bright future. I firmly believe that the sunset will still scatter light in the afternoon, and there are still thousands of weather in the crisp autumn season. Continue to write your own story in the years, enjoy the beautiful scenery during the journey, enjoy the beautiful life in the plain, and also "reflect the different colors of the lotus", and the wonderful will be displayed from another angle.
Time flies, years rush, how much nostalgia, how much sigh, experienced wind and frost changes in temperature, the past is hard to let go. When the autumn is full of fruits, my heart adds a lot of happiness. When we are no longer tired of fame and wealth, and are no longer disturbed by material desires, quiet inside is more calm inside. The laws of nature are irresistible, time flies and time waits for no one. Learn what I want to learn and do what I want to do, so that life can be brought into full play, life can be sweet and smiles can be brighter.
Read yourself well in this life! We will be pleasantly surprised to find that even if life is short, human beings can turn decay into magic and make the dull world radiant. We don't resist the laws of nature, but we can paint our lives with colorful colors. Sadness or joy, after all, we have all lived; Come gently or go quietly. After all, we have drawn the symbols that once existed. Although the details of the past are left to history, we still need the motivation to move forward, eager to sort out the chaotic thoughts and find a trace of spiritual comfort in the fleeting touch! Perhaps, we don't have great achievements that can be immortal, but we can arch the moon with stars; Perhaps, we don't have an earth-shattering story for future generations to comment on, but we can go on. Our predecessors made history, and history is wonderful because of them. We continue to write history, and future generations will applaud our efforts. This is the magic of life.
Read yourself often, and you will have new feelings, new enlightenment and new gains. Become full, confident and perfect in constant reading! In this way, we can have a deeper understanding of ourselves, at the same time, we can experience the worldly wisdom more widely, and then understand and cherish the broadness and richness of life, so that we can live more clearly, be open-minded and wise, and move forward more calmly and firmly.
Read Gu Xiang.
A shower in early spring washed the ancient incense full of vitality and poetry. Walking on the cobblestone ancient road, you can't find the original moss green and smell the historical smoke. Ancient fragrance, like a modern poem with a cheerful and lively rhythm, is intoxicated by every well-dressed and smiling tourist. I am looking for love. It turns out that moss green is not only attached to pebbles, but also mottled pagodas and vicissitudes of Gu Lou. No matter how I peel it off, it doesn't fade away bit by bit, but it grows more and more in my heart and becomes heavier and heavier. The clouds of history are not only scattered on the ancient post roads, but also the folds of ancient banyan trees and the carvings of ancient temples. No matter how I wave, I can't see a ray. On the contrary, it rippled around me like a cloud. As long as you squat or stand in a corner of Guxiang, you can feel the dignity of Guxiang's history, the ups and downs of Guxiang's vicissitudes, and the changes of Guxiang in the past and present. I am clearly looking through Gu Xiang's solemn historical picture. I have read books about ancient banyan trees. After thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, every branch and leaf, every bump, is stained with the moss green of history and exudes ancient fragrance. Years are long and history is ruthless, but Gu Rong stands on this antique land year after year, watching the merchants rush and listening to the literati singing; Seeing the idyllic scenery is joyful and peaceful, listening to the swords and shadows ... pieces of leaves fell and scattered on cobblestone lanes, so the ancestors of Guxiang rushed to other places in order to avoid the war. The wind whistling, the leaves rustling, the ancient banyan old, the ancient fragrance silent. Broken branches and leaves piled up in the corner of ancient incense, let the wind and rain get wet and let the years dry. I can't bear to watch it any longer-my ancestors are so displaced and Gu Xiang is so lonely and tragic! Read the ancient pagoda again. What a touching love story it is! Standing in front of the ancient pagoda charcoal, reading ancient stone carvings and singing sad poems, my eyes filled with tears and my heart surged. "How unlucky beauty has been since ancient times!" Not only a delicate beauty, but also an out-of-favor Hu Guifei, clearly a declining dynasty! At the end of the dynasty, traitors were always in power and villains were rampant. The emperor was fatuous, but the loyal ministers were framed and the people were smeared with charcoal. A concubine, no matter how delicious, once involved in rivalry, only died in the palace, not to mention the treacherous court official playing politics. Fortunately, Hu Guifei met businessman Huang Chuwan and became "We met". We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " , so hand in hand south, Gu Xiang harvested a beauty and a beautiful wife. Later, the villain made a mess, and the beauty became a disaster, and the beauty became a disaster. The army crossed the great river, climbed the steep mountain, burned and looted all the way, and went straight to the foot of Dayu Mountain. Businessmen, even if they have a daughter, can hardly buy the royal army and turn around and go back to the north; No matter how affectionate concubine is, she can't eliminate the smoke of war. So at the moment when chickens fly and dogs jump and the sun sets like blood, the imperial concubine enters the well with a sad heartbeat to thank the villagers. The royal army did not stop because of the loss of beauty. They continued to gallop, so Gu Xiang was a sword, a bloody corpse. The autumn wind is rustling, the autumn clouds are heavy, and the ancient fragrance is silent. Many years later, Gu Xiang built a stone pagoda based on an ancient well. A beautiful woman fell asleep in an ancient well, where there is a love legend. Wrapped in beauty and love, bonfire and wolf smoke have become a beautiful and sad legend in Gu Xiang, which has been passed down from generation to generation for nearly a thousand years. Reading, my heart is also sentimental, for the sake of delicate concubines, for the sake of lingering love, for the sake of Gu Xiang legend. I have also studied Gu Lou. Gu Xiang * * * has three floors, which are divided into south, north and middle floors, so it is named South Building, North Building and Middle Building. Standing under the Gu Lou, looking up at the red eaves and green tiles, carving dragons and painting phoenixes in Gu Lou, a picture of Gu Xiang's former prosperity and glory comes to mind. In the peaceful and prosperous times far away from the war, Gu Xiang is full of singing and dancing, and it is a bustling and noisy scene. During the slack season, I smoked a bamboo cigarette and wandered leisurely in restaurants and teahouses in Gu Xiang, enjoying the prosperity and flying of life. There are also talented people and beautiful women lingering on the shore of Shashui Lake. The bank is shaded by willows and the lake is sparkling. Facing the lakes and mountains, talented people also recite poems, and beautiful people also sing along. How charming, how gentle and affectionate, all reflected in the mirror-clear lake. The lake in front of us is not that the West Lake is better than the West Lake, and the beauty in front of us is not that the West is like the West. How many beautiful pursuits and longings in life have turned into tenderness, rippling on this green water and blue waves. There are pavilions, a group of literati, a group of prostitutes, playing chess, painting and calligraphy, feasting, making Gu Xiang dizzy. They surrounded and shouted, walked out of the pavilion, Gu Lou, the pavilion, watched the lotus flowers and watched the fish shuttle; Listen to the harp and voice, listen to poetry. Their figures sparkled in the breeze in the restaurant. They are a beautiful scenery in Gu Xiang. Unfortunately, in the stormy days, they are like dewdrops in the sun, disappearing without a trace, leaving only bits and pieces of love affairs, embedded in the cracks of bricks in Gu Lou and lingering among the eaves of Gu Lou, for future generations to tell and for tourists to enjoy ... However, Gu Lou is by no means a quiet and leisurely picture. During the great changes in those years, Gu Lou also stood with the rise and fall of Gu Xiang. Gu Lou will always stand at the tuyere of the historical cloud, shoulder the night watch of fire and smoke, and bear the scars of swords and shadows. Climbing stairs, touching from time to time and studying from time to time, I obviously feel that Gu Lou is really old, and I am really worried that a stormy day will make Gu Lou collapse and decadent. However, Gu Lou will never fail. Because there are only buildings like Gu Lou and Gu Lou, Gu Xiang is more like Gu Xiang, and Gu Xiang, a huge historical picture with its vicissitudes, always exudes the call of the times and is full of nostalgic yearning. Gu Lou will not fall, it has stood tall in the hearts of every villager. Gu Lou is not alone. The whole of Gu Xiang embodies the hard work and sowing of generations of ancestors, and contains the struggle and pursuit of a national interest. Gu Xiang stretches, flows with the water, goes down the Pearl River, and is in southern Guangdong; Gu Xiang is rising, standing on the earth and soaring in the blue sky. Oh, Gu Xiang! Reading the new historical chapter given to you by the times, reading the passionate and rich connotation, and reading the words full of reform and opening up, I am delighted and excited, and my blessing is surging in my heart-Hello Gu Xiang!
A person, a pen, a book, a trip, this is my ideal life.
I've always liked a saying, whether studying or traveling, at least one of the body and the soul is on the road. And I prefer to travel while reading and travel while reading. On a warm spring evening, or in the summer after rain in Chu Qing, or after the rustling of trees in autumn, or in the snowy winter, I would like to walk alone on the road of changing seasons. When my physical strength was exhausted, I stopped to read the books I carried with me and let my soul continue to travel instead of me. Once in a while, I read a rough understanding, and I am happy to think about it. I write down what I think with a pen in my hand. During the journey, climbing the mountain is full of feelings, watching the sea is full of feelings, and recording the dribs and drabs on the way with paper and pen. When I stood at the finish line, I looked back at the road I had traveled and looked through a full page of paper, but the words on the paper also moved and jumped up, scrambling to tell me something. It was a documentary about my journey and the growth of my soul.
Learning is the first step, and learning is based on reading. I love reading, and I love to swim in the ocean of ancient classics. I always thought that talking with sages would enable me to cross that era, return to that ancient country, feel the wisdom of my ancestors, bathe in rituals and music, and appreciate the ancient charm and interest. Appreciate the charm of language and improve your own temperament. With the deepening of reading, like the ancients, I shake my head and wander under the moon, singing while walking, and I really have a unique charm in my heart.
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to write before dawn. I think that a person who loves literature will always have a quiet side in his life. Therefore, in addition to writing on the road, I will put my pen end in the dark and let it express my heart in silence and darkness. When the world around me has fallen asleep and my impetuous heart gradually calms down, I always light a lamp and people think freely, like a wild horse with a nib galloping on paper. It was not until the first meter of sunshine in the morning drove away the darkness hanging over me that I slowly turned off the light and fell asleep contentedly in the ink fragrance.
Thank God for giving us the ability to read and write, and let our lonely souls find a faithful refuge. Reading has broken thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god. Books are great power, and books are inseparable life companions and mentors for young people. Reading a good book is talking to many noble people. The more you read, the more empty you feel. Every book is a soul printed in black and white. As long as my eyes and reason touch it, it will live. Only by reading a certain amount of books can you write an immortal masterpiece that makes the gods cry!
In this world, we should not only pursue the length of a long journey, but also broaden the width and depth of the road of human growth. Life span and age can record the length of our life, and the Luther width and depth of life should be measured by life experience. While we are young, we should broaden our horizons, enrich our experience, read and write more and work harder to add luster to our precious lives. So I like this sentence very much. Whether studying or traveling, at least one of the body and the soul is on the road.
A person, a pen, a book, a trip, this is my ideal life.
I've always liked a saying, whether studying or traveling, at least one of the body and the soul is on the road. And I prefer to travel while reading and travel while reading. On a warm spring evening, or in the summer after rain in Chu Qing, or after the rustling of trees in autumn, or in the snowy winter, I would like to walk alone on the road of changing seasons. When my physical strength was exhausted, I stopped to read the books I carried with me and let my soul continue to travel instead of me. Once in a while, I read a rough understanding, and I am happy to think about it. I write down what I think with a pen in my hand. During the journey, climbing the mountain is full of feelings, watching the sea is full of feelings, and recording the dribs and drabs on the way with paper and pen. When I stood at the finish line, I looked back at the road I had traveled and looked through a full page of paper, but the words on the paper also moved and jumped up, scrambling to tell me something. It was a documentary about my journey and the growth of my soul.
Learning is the first step, and learning is based on reading. I love reading, and I love to swim in the ocean of ancient classics. I always thought that talking with sages would enable me to cross that era, return to that ancient country, feel the wisdom of my ancestors, bathe in rituals and music, and appreciate the ancient charm and interest. Appreciate the charm of language and improve your own temperament. With the deepening of reading, like the ancients, I shake my head and wander under the moon, singing while walking, and I really have a unique charm in my heart.
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to write before dawn. I think that a person who loves literature will always have a quiet side in his life. Therefore, in addition to writing on the road, I will put my pen end in the dark and let it express my heart in silence and darkness. When the world around me has fallen asleep and my impetuous heart gradually calms down, I always light a lamp and people think freely, like a wild horse with a nib galloping on paper. It was not until the first meter of sunshine in the morning drove away the darkness hanging over me that I slowly turned off the light and fell asleep contentedly in the ink fragrance.
Thank God for giving us the ability to read and write, and let our lonely souls find a faithful refuge. Reading has broken thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god. Books are great power, and books are inseparable life companions and mentors for young people. Reading a good book is talking to many noble people. The more you read, the more empty you feel. Every book is a soul printed in black and white. As long as my eyes and reason touch it, it will live. Only by reading a certain amount of books can you write an immortal masterpiece that makes the gods cry!
In this world, we should not only pursue the length of a long journey, but also broaden the width and depth of people's growth path. Life span and age can record the length of our life, and the Luther width and depth of life should be measured by life experience. While we are young, we should broaden our horizons, enrich our experience, read and write more and work harder to add luster to our precious lives. So I like this sentence very much. Whether studying or traveling, at least one of the body and the soul is on the road.