In this world, to be able to meet a person who understands each other, is how rare, although can not be accompanied by the body, but can be in the depths of the soul peer. Looking out the window fluttering snowflakes, that light gesture is also like yesterday's you, that pure white flashing crystal light, quietly stare, I try to find that part of our memories, as well as your clear eyes.
Looking back at the past time, as if in front of us, but also feel out of reach, obviously do not want to stay away from, but found that many things are getting fuzzy, most of the time or lonely companion, and gradually found that everything is just a cloud, so also used to the cool years, used to a person's time. When the helpless heartache, only one person, as long as you think of, will not be able to hide the light smile between the eyebrows, will forget the bitterness in an instant, the most beautiful love affair is always so close to the heart, even if each of them are the end of the world, but also the warmth of the flow of unbridled, unlimited warmth. Looking back at the past time, as if in front of us, but feel out of reach, obviously do not want to stay away from, but found that a lot of things are getting fuzzy, most of the time or lonely companion, and gradually found that everything is just a cloud of smoke, so also accustomed to the bleak years, accustomed to a person's time. When helpless heartache, only one person, as long as you think of, will not be able to hide the light smile between the eyebrows, will be in the moment to forget the bitterness, the most beautiful love affair is always so close to the heart, even if each of them are the end of the world, but also still the warmth flow rampant, the warmth is infinite
Swallow went, there is a time to come back; willow withered, there is a time to be green; peach blossom Xie, have a time to reopen. But, wise one, tell me, why are our days gone? --Someone has stolen them: who? And where were they hid? They have escaped: where are they now?
I do not know how many days they have given me; but my hands are getting empty. Counting in silence, more than eight thousand days have slipped from my hands; like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but feel my head tearing up and weeping.
What goes around comes around; what goes around comes around; how does it rush? When I got up in the morning, the sun was shining in two or three directions in the hut. The sun had feet, and moved gently and quietly; and I followed in a bewildered whirl. So - when I washed my hands, the day passed in the basin; when I ate, the day passed in the bowl; when I was silent, it passed before my staring eyes. And when I perceived that he was gone in haste, and stretched forth my hand to cover him, he passed by it; and when it was dark, and I lay in bed, he passed over me with a swift movement, and flew away from my feet. And when I opened my eyes to see the sun again, the day was gone. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flicker in the sigh.
What can I do in a world of thousands of doors in a day that flies away? Only wandering, only rush; in the rush of more than 8,000 days, in addition to wandering, what is left? The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, vaporized by the early sun; what traces do I have left? Have I ever left a trace like a thread? I came into the world naked, and will go back naked in a moment? But it can not be flat, why do you want to walk this time in vain ah look forward to, look forward to, the east wind came, the footsteps of spring is close.
Everything is like just waking up like, gladly open the eyes. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun's face is red.
The grass sneaks out of the soil, tender and green. The garden, the field, look to go, a large area full of a large area. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services of the company. The wind is gentle, the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch up. The red like fire, pink like the summer, white like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor, closed his eyes, the tree seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears! Thousands of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flitted about. The wildflowers were everywhere: a miscellany of sorts, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and winking.
"Blowing face not cold willow wind", good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings some of the newly turned earth's breath, mixed with the smell of grass, as well as the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds will be nesting in the flowers and young leaves, happy, calling friends to show off the crisp throat, singing a melodious tune, and the light wind and flowing water to echo. The short flute on the back of the cowherd boy, this time also all day in the loud and clear sound.
The rain is the most unusual, one is three or two days. Don't be annoyed, look, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally, people's roofs are covered with a layer of thin smoke. The leaves of the trees, however, are so green that they shine, and the grass is so green that it forces your eyes. In the evening, on the lamp, a little yellow light, baked a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walking slowly with umbrellas; and farmers working in the field, wearing straw raincoats and hats. Their straw huts, sparse in the rain silence.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. The city and the countryside, families, old and small, they also rush like, one by one, all out. They are also rushing out, one by one, to relax their muscles and bones, to shake their spirits, and to do their own share of things to go. "A year's plan is in the spring"; just the beginning of the head, there is a lot of work, there is a lot of hope.
Spring is like a doll that just landed on the ground, from head to toe are new, it grows.
Spring is like a little girl, flamboyant, smiling and walking.
Spring is like the robust youth, with iron arms and waist and feet, who leads us on
The heart is quite restless these days. Tonight in the courtyard sitting in the cool, suddenly remembered the day walk through the lotus pond, in the light of the full moon
, there should be another look it. The moon is gradually rising, the wall of the road on the children's laughter, can not be heard; wife
in the house, patting the leap, humming in a daze sleep song. I quietly put on my overshirt and took the door with me and went out.
Along the lotus pond was a winding little coal-chip road. It is a secluded road; less traveled even in the daytime, and even lonelier at night.
On all sides of the pond, there were many trees growing luxuriantly. On the side of the road, there were some willows and some trees whose names were unknown.
At night, when there is no moonlight, the road is eerie and a bit scary. Tonight, however, was fine, though the moonlight was still faint as well.
I was alone on the road, pacing with my hands behind my back. It was as if this part of the world was mine; it was as if I had gone beyond my usual self into another
world. I love to be lively and calm, to live in groups and to be alone. Like tonight, alone under the pale moon
, I can think of anything, I can not think of anything, I feel free. The things I must do and say during the day can now be ignored. This is the wonderful thing about being alone; I'll just take advantage of this boundless lotus scent and moonlight.
At the top of the curving lotus pond, there are fields of leaves. The leaves are very high out of the water, like the skirt of a dancer. Layers of leaves
In the middle of the leaf, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly open, there are shyly dozen; as a grain of pearl,
And as the stars in the blue sky, and as the beauty of the just out of the bath. The breeze was so fresh and fragrant that it was like a faint
song on a distant tower. At this time, the leaves and flowers also have some of the trembling, like lightning, suddenly spread across the lotus pond side. The leaves were
shoulder-to-shoulder and close together, and this was like a wave of solid blue. Underneath the leaves was a vein of running water, which covered and did not
see some of the colors; but the leaves were even more graceful.
Moonlight cascaded silently over this leaf and flower like running water. A thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed
as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and as if they were dreams enveloped in a light veil. Though it was a full moon, there was a light cloud in the sky, so that it did not shine brightly
but I thought it was just the right thing to do--a good night's sleep is indispensable, but a nap is also very pleasant. The moonlight shone through the trees
, and the bushes that grew high above the pond gave off mottled black shadows that looked like they were painted on lotus leaves. The color of the moon in the pond is not uniform
, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as the famous piece of music played on the Van Gogh Ling.
The four sides of the pond, near and far, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond; only
On the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if for the moonlight. The color of the trees was always gloomy, and at first glance it looked like a cloud of smoke;
but the beauty of the willows was discernible even in the smoke. The tops of the trees are a band of distant mountains, only a little careless.
There are also a few spots of street light leaking through the cracks of the trees, which are the eyes of a thirsty sleeper. At this time of the year, the most lively, to be the sound of cicadas in the trees
and the sound of frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the picking of lotus. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed a long time ago, and was prevalent during the Six Dynasties, which can be
known roughly from the poems. The lotus pickers were teenage women who went in boats and sang colorful songs. It goes without saying that there were many lotus pickers,
and those who watched them. It was a lively season and a season of flirtation. Liang Yuan Di "lotus picking fugu" said well
: so the demon children and women, swinging boat heart talk: [beneficial birds] head back, and pass the feather cup; Anchorage will be moved and algae hanging, the boat wants to move and ping open.
These are the first time that I have ever seen a woman in a boat, and I have never seen a woman in a boat in the same way that I have ever seen a woman in the same way.
See the light of the playground at that time. This is really interesting, but it is a pity that we have long been unable to enjoy it now.
Then I remembered the lines in the West
Continental Song:
Picking lotus in Nantang in the fall, the lotus flower is over the head of the people; lowering the head to get the lotus seed, the lotus seed is as clear as water.
If there is a lotus picker tonight, the lotus here is also considered "over the head"; only the shadow of some running water is not visible. This
makes me miss Jiangnan in the end.
This is the first time I've ever thought about Jiangnan, and I've never thought about it before.
How to let you meet me / in my most beautiful moment" poem began, a beautiful and dignified, bold and frank image of the girl poured out, distinctive and moving. There is no earth-shattering, ghosts and gods of the oath of alliance, "the most beautiful" three words to the young girl in pursuit of pure, sacred, great, beautiful love heart depicted in a detailed and full of details, but there is not the slightest bit of artifice, is the young girl's heart of the true sincerity of the natural flow of the.
"The sunlight is discreetly full of flowers/every one of them is the hope of my past life"
Some people say that love is destiny, love a person and do not love a person, it is the feeling, is not able to choose, any effort is deliberately forced, is futile, however, the sea of people, and how many people lined up, holding the number plate of love, to the left to the right. Look forward. How many turns does love take? The one I'm waiting for, how far into the future is he? If fate is in God's will, then love is in man's hands. The modern people's belief in fate is a kind of negative self-abandonment comfort. The woman in the poem, "discreetly blooming flowers" on the "roadside" of her lover, is a declaration of love, a positive move to fulfill her "share" with her lover. The word "carefully" is a more delicate portrayal of a woman's efforts to perfect herself, and her psychological activities of looking forward to love with a true heart. Life is in a hurry, in our unconscious flow away and not only love? Success is destined to be three parts, seven parts rely on the fight, love to fight will win.
"Behind you fell on the ground / friend ah that is not the petals / is my withered heart" when the love of the "ignored to walk through" that fell on the ground is not the petals of the girl withered heart, is the tears, is the blood, is the loss of, such as sobbing, and its bleak condition, tearful; however, the Falling red is not a merciless thing, turned into spring mud more protective flowers. That fell on the ground is a young girl's heart of no shame, love no regrets, no regrets of life, the love of the real, the intention of the cut, the pursuit of the heart of the persistent, really shocked the world, sobbing the gods! The earth is a big family for us human beings, plants and animals to survive and reproduce. But now, the earth is no longer the clean and beautiful earth, it is becoming full of holes, all over the body, is crying alone, do not know to whom to tell their own has faced the misfortune. At present, the ecological environment is deteriorating, and the biggest impact on us is the water resources. According to the relevant information: the laying of drainage systems and the massive use of detergents continues unabated, depleting the oxygen in the water, causing the death of fish and the deterioration of the ecosystem, and human activities also cause a large number of industrial and agricultural pollutants to be discharged into the river, so that the water is polluted. According to relevant information, the world's annual sewage discharge of more than 420 billion tons of sewage into the river, polluting 5.5 trillion tons of fresh water. What do you think of when you see these alarming figures? That's right, this is what happens when human beings destroy the environment, this is the punishment that nature gives to human beings! When the sky above our heads is no longer clear and blue, do we remember that we should protect the environment we live in? When the land under our feet becomes yellow sand and desert, do we regret that we did not cherish our nature? In the face of the once beautiful everything, we can not help but ask aloud: "Who will protect our green home?" The wheel of history is rumbling towards the 22nd century, we as an elementary school student, a small citizen, we must stand up bravely, call on everyone: to protect the environment has reached the point of no delay, we have no responsibility! Who wants to see since ancient times to nurture our human mother earth is about to become a black earth without tears? No, no one wants to see that! Yes, because mankind cut down the forests indiscriminately without control, do not pay attention to protect the ecological balance, resulting in the destruction of many forests; birds have no home, no longer sing and laugh; the earth has no beautiful green clothes, no longer vibrant. However, some people still do not realize that our home is slowly being destroyed! The earth has a harmonious and beautiful green, the flowers appear delicate and attractive; the heart has a pure green, the heart appears more red and bright. Humans need green, Mother Earth needs green, so let us hand in hand, heart to heart, *** create a green environment, so that the blue sky is more blue, so that the water is clearer, so that our Mother Earth is more lovely, more vibrant it! A year ago, I saw a movie "My Brothers and Sisters", the plot has been fuzzy, but the heroine had said a sentence that I remembered vividly, unforgettable. She said that as long as there is music in the world, the human soul will never be lonely. Her father, an elementary school music teacher, told her this, and it influenced her life, making her a great conductor and musician.
Yes. I have always felt that my life is beautiful because of music. My bones have been y seared into this series of magical symbols, as long as they are beating, my life will be alive. There are too many things in the world, fame, fortune, love, grudges, but they are only short-lived, these things can never dispel the loneliness of the human soul. But music - the magical sound from the hall of art is a road to the human soul, like a good book, can bring people into a holy and ethereal immaculate world.
Musicians are lonely, but happy. I regret that I did not grow up in a musical and artistic family. But I'm glad I came to this world, despite the many ups and downs, but let me listen to such a beautiful sound, what more could I ask for! When I sing and listen to the time, I can forget everything, the whole body and mind and art as one, to achieve the unity of man and nature, the realm of things and I forget, really is the "return to the" like a great freedom!
At that moment, my soul is no longer lonely; at that moment, I know I am a beautiful art. Just like a swordsman, usually in the eyes of others he is just an ordinary man. Only when he raises his sword, he will radiate a fascinating color and charm. Because this sword is his life, his soul!
The long river of music, the waves have been exhausted, how many singers and great men, in this never-ending exploration of the road, has emerged how many beautiful and shining names - Beethoven, Bing ...... they are disabled, even normal people are not as good, but who dares to be shameless? But who dares to say that they are disabled? They are a group of beautiful people with sound souls! Beethoven, although his eyes are blind, but the heart is bright, the country's national suffering and suffering, he can see clearly, he put the motherland's full-blooded and their own unyielding spirit of resistance into the symphony, and thus the achievement of such a shock to the soul, the resounding clouds of the unprecedented music; Bing, he is also a blind man, but who listened to his "two springs reflecting the moon" after the tears do not wet his lapels for it? His eyes are in the thin strings of the piano! As long as the strings are there, his life is there! Music, in a narrow sense, is the musician's personal soul portraits, in a broader sense, is an era of a nation's cultural concentration. Into the music, so that I travel through time and space, through the barriers, and a noble and pure soul collision and impact; into the music, so that I soar through the heavens, God travels in all directions, and appreciate the different times and regions of the local customs; into the music, so that I touched the great souls and noble personalities; into the music, so that I draw on the spirit of the times and the beauty of the culture! Bathing music, so that my body and mind as a wash, back to simplicity; listening to music, so that my heart is as quiet as water, Tao Ran forget; embrace music, so that I release the temperament, beyond the self! Oh, music, you make me so beautiful!
The temptation to go far away is really beautiful
Brother has a fish pond, ducks and fish.
Thousands of ducks were quacking away in a long row of duck houses near the pond. My heart sank into the darkness of the water. It's not because of the strong smell of duck droppings that makes me sneeze, and it's not because the pond is fertilized with dark green water that disturbs my pleasure.
Brother told me, because the duck manure too much, the water is too fat, the fish can not afford, the other day, every day to throw thousands of kilograms of dead fish. He also said that the fish pond to hire someone to manage, a few days the couple to go to the distant Jiangsu. I was worried, but only in front of me in tears.
My brother said he wanted to go fishing for dead fish, and I insisted. Perhaps I want to enjoy the light driving a small boat, rowing a waterway comfortable, but also want to salvage a state of mind - fishing up those dead gray trouble, far away. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to have to go back to my 10-year-old niece to be my guide," he said.
We rowed towards the white floating objects. At first, the boat didn't work, always veering off as we neared our target. When I scooped up the first fish in the net, I felt a strange desire to close its gray eyes when I saw them open.
Gradually, I figured out how to move the boat forward, turn and dock, and the fishing became smoother and smoother. The occasional mistake, laughter and splash together. The water was less white, but the fish buckets were full in one, and belly full in the other.
Unloading those stinking fish, I wanted to stay in the boat for a while. The sky was gray, the water was dark, and the wind was cool. I told myself to be happy and let my heart float free like a boat.
Suddenly, a white crane flew out of the bushes on the opposite hill. It flapped its wings slowly and gracefully, swept across the water, over my head, and into another piece of verdure behind the hut. It was a sight I had never seen before. Before I had time to exclaim, several more flew up. Yes, the abundance of water, food, and the growing grove of trees certainly attracted the cranes. My heart is beginning to feel as light as the cranes'.
A burst of laughter brought me back to my thoughts. It's my brother and sister who have come back to celebrate the New Year. I hurriedly rowed my boat to shore. My sister-in-law pulled me ashore and said enviously, "My little sister is really enjoying herself. My beautiful sister-in-law is a fan of folklore and Sichuan opera. She has published her own book and has become a disciple of a master of Sichuan Opera face-changing. Whenever we are together, we have a lot to talk about.
Big brother came up to me and said, "Why does my sister smell like dead fish and shrimp? The first is that you can't be afraid of tipping over in the pond," he said. The funny big brother teased, little sister more and more like the sister of the forest. The obese second brother boasted that my arm was definitely stronger than my sister's thigh. They all asked me if I was not adapting to the new working environment and if I was under a lot of pressure. I smiled lightly, I'm not that poor! My elder brother said, as long as you don't think my company is small, I welcome you. The second brother, who is a civil servant, said, it is better to go back to the original unit of the drought and flood income. I said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, that it would be better to go home and raise fish for my little brother. They laughed, "Ha ha, just you ......"
I brought up the matter of my little brother going away again. The brothers were very favorable, only sister-in-law was very worried:
Since three years ago, the sudden and early death of another fish pond, which had been managed, let and he lived together. I've never been able to get over the loss. We will never forget that when she got the news, she fainted and was rescued by the accompanying doctor half an hour later. We will never forget sitting in a chair without a word or a tear while we were busy with the funeral. Two days and two nights without a drop of water. It was only when we all knelt down in front of her, crying and begging, and frightened her that we would all go on hunger strike too, that she sighed a long sigh and shed a long tear: For your sake, I will eat! ...... ? Yes, what should we do? At this point came over, smilingly said: not just a year, you have nothing to worry about ...... ? Listening to the words, looking at the smile, I can not help but want to cry. I know, I have no hands, how to raise fish for a living? And I'm still in the middle of a fantasy. I just don't understand: why do they always want to leave their hometowns to develop? Is it true that the treasure is only in other places? What are we all so busy fishing for in the sea of life? The lure of the faraway land is really beautiful I know, I will continue to go to the rapids of life. I'll keep on going into the rapids of life. I'll keep on steering my life and paddling hard to keep the boat from spinning around in the same place. I will also carefully feed my "fish", not to "fish" out of the water, showing the white belly, and then open a pair of bleak eyes. I want to try to let the "fish" active in the free world ...? Maybe one day, when I'm too old and tired to paddle, I'll return to the land where the cranes fly. Live by the water, write some memoirs for myself, and raise a pond of skinny eco-fish. Another year is coming to an end. In the past, at the end of the year, everyone was busy sending greeting cards, but nowadays, with the advanced technology, it's okay to send SMS by cell phone. Received by friends and family, there are business partners; often meet, there is a long time even a phone call has not been made; regardless of the depth of interaction, even if it is a side of the edge, will allow us to pick up from the depths of memory. And all of them are to offer our blessings and thanks. I also don't know who once said this sentence: "The so-called happiness is to have a grateful heart, a healthy body, a satisfactory job, a lover who loves you dearly, and a group of trusting friends." People are good by nature. Years of study and work pressure, so that we originally have the so-called "goodness", has been a layer of habit and the world has been pressed in the deepest part of the soul, we seem to forget, but will often remember. And to have a grateful heart is the basis of our life.
Over the years, I have participated in many meetings and received many phone calls, and the two words we say after a speech are "thank you", and the two words we often say when we hang up the phone are "thank you". In fact, over the years, we have often said "thank you", and we have also said many, many words of gratitude on different occasions, but when we look back now, very few of them remain in our memories. The reason is that we take the kindness of others for granted, and we have become accustomed to it, even numb and indifferent. As a result, we not only hear people around us, but also ourselves begin to complain, blame, whining; always often because of the little mistakes of others and have a heart. We think we have seen the truth of everything in the world, like a wise man. In fact, we have lost ourselves.
To be thankful, be grateful. I've got a lot of help from people in my life, and I have a lot of people to thank for that!
The first thing to be thankful for is parents. Because they give me life, a little bit to raise me up, no matter where I am, parents are attached immensely. When I am happy, my parents will give me advice; when I am disappointed and lonely, my parents will give me encouragement, and sometimes even listen to me silently, but let me infinite warmth.
Now that my parents are older and in poor health, I will take my wife and daughter to see them on weekends. Now my mother would get up very early on Sundays, whether we children go back or not, she would prepare lunch for us first, and then look forward to our arrival with my father. To this day, I especially love my mother's cooking. When we left in the afternoon, the car drove slowly away, and through the rearview mirror, I would definitely see my mother's old body standing in the wind, blurring my vision. I knew I would never be alone in this world.
Today, it's past the age of no return. After this year, I've been coming to work at Jinlian for seven years. Seven years of life is a very special number, I know a lot of people almost in an enterprise to do three years to change a place, but I can stay on seven years! As the saying goes, "There are always a thousand-horse race, but not always a Bole race." I don't think I'm a horse, but the boss of the enterprise gave me the opportunity to give me a platform to show their career, but I'm particularly grateful. People generally think we are working, but do not know that the boss is the biggest working head of the enterprise, on the money is already well-dressed boss to work for the staff, to work for the community, and the force of habit and the pursuit of the cause so that he can not stop!
I always think that the individual to develop, to grow, is the need to be found by others. All personal efforts need to be recognized by others. I once said to one of my old leaders, "Once a teacher, always a father." When I said this, I was no longer his subordinate, and it was at a time when he was disillusioned. Because when I was his subordinate, I learned a lot. Nowadays, the era is even less an era of individual heroes; success requires a team effort. Therefore, there are many people to thank. I am grateful to JLT! The grace of a drop of water, when the spring to return, I should do my duty, work hard. I thank my colleagues, the development of enterprises need everyone's *** with the struggle, especially a large number of complicated specific work is done by everyone. I thank friends from all walks of life, without the help of everyone, the individual is so small.
What I want to tell you is that when we serve our own business and boss with gratitude, with due diligence, tolerance and generosity, hard work to prove everything, we will forget the unpleasant, proactive to face the reality, this time we will also become rich, we will find quietly get a lot of unexpected things.
Gratitude is essentially a healthy state of mind, the mind determines everything. I recognize