In life you may be misunderstood for no reason; To be unjustifiably injured; Being slandered and insulted for no reason. In fact, the people who slander and hurt you know very well what they are doing, and all they do is to achieve their own hidden purposes. When you see through the ugliness of the performer's human nature, your heart will be relieved, and your heart will laugh at the poor actor, and there is no audience for your hard work. People have virtues, such as water to clear, square is square, will not be wrong to change the shape. Never underestimate the evil of human nature. People with selfish, narrow and greedy hearts, they usually hide it, but when they distort and expand their hearts, if they involve hidden purposes such as money desires, they will nakedly show the evil side of greed, ugly behavior, and the evil of human nature is presented without reservation. Long-term inner dark distorted view of things will be filled with evil thoughts, and finally will give themselves a bad result, the world has a result, everything done today will be presented in the future with a result. Ancient Greek proverb: If God would destroy it, he must first make it mad. Life is a process of cultivation. To cultivate the mind is to fear nature, and to be in awe will learn humility. Some people live a wonderful life, some people live an ordinary life, and some people live a tragedy. Those who strive to keep moving forward will live brilliantly; Wife good son filial piety family harmony ordinary contains happiness; Some people are bossy and paranoid and turn their lives into tragedies. How much you realize in life is how much you gain, or the old saying goes well: both young and old should leave themselves a way out. When you go through a low point in your life, ask yourself, what do you want from your heart? What do you want with your life? What is most important to you? Learn to let go of everything, give up all the things that hinder you, and withdraw in time to stop your losses. Life is short, I hope to the end of life do not sigh so, what kind of results worthy of my displaced life. Master Hongyi said: Life is the desire and desire, the process of decreasing, we must learn to give up and return, give up all the impetuous noise, return to inner peace. Read a lot when you are at the bottom of your life, so that your mind can rise to nirvana. I have been in adversity to read the "Lu Xun Complete works", this complete work is published in 1981, 96 re-edition of the old book, the book has dust also like the soul shame. Take it out of the bookcase and gently wipe it, and the book I bought when I was young is remembered to read some yellow pages today. It can be seen how young is fickle, floating in the air, intoxicated with some of the surface of life glitz, experience some hardships, will understand that books are the magnet of spiritual precipitation. When I was young, I did not understand Lu Xun, but when I read Lu Xun in middle age, I realized that the world under Mr. Lu Xun's pen is bleak, and a sharp pen is like a scalpel to analyze social conditions. Mr. Lu Xun is a litterateur, a thinker, but also a soldier. Only by reading Lu Xun can we help people out of the predicament of life. Professor Qian Liqun commented on Lu Xun: "The combination of hard-bone spirit and toughness spirit." The "Bring Doctrine" in this "and Jieting Essay" wrote: But none of us according to the etiquette of "reciprocity", said: bring! Of course, it is not a bad thing to just send it out, one is rich, and the two are generous. … Although it is said that the coal dug up in the ground will be enough for the whole world for hundreds of years. But what about hundreds of years from now? After a few hundred years, of course, we become spirits, or go to heaven or hell, but our children and grandchildren are here, so we should also leave them a little gift. Mr. Lu Xun's views on society, analysis of human nature, the spur to human opinion is not out of date until today. Reading Mr. Wang Zengqi's prose, marvel at Mr. Wang's writing from the ordinary life to start simple and simple and refined, prose written loose and God narrative calm and peaceful, quoting the meaning of profound, "Dragon Boat Festival duck egg" "Garden" only personal experience will write such a real feeling. I once lamented why I could not write such a good prose, it is because Mr. Wang Zengqi has a profound cultural heritage, he was influenced by traditional culture and ancient cultural thoughts when he was young, he could write such a brilliant article, practice the "sword" perfectly, and write the prose to a higher realm. Mr. Wang Zengqi wrote well, painted a good hand of Chinese painting, virtue and art Shuangxin was known as the last scholar-official. Mr. Wang Zengqi wrote in "Self-reported family" : "I like Song Confucianism's poem: all things are complacent, four times and people with good." To put it more literally: suddenly feel the business is full, know that there are many suffering people in the world. I think Confucians love people, so I call myself a "Chinese humanitarian." "Time does not live, time flows, only the inner spiritual and cultural beauty, is eternal." See Mr. Ye Jiaying said this sentence to understand what is eternal in life. Mr. Ye Jiaying has been displaced all her life, experienced the hardships of life when she was young, experienced the misunderstanding of her husband's domestic violence, and lost her daughter in middle age. In the face of hardships, her original heart has not changed, and she has selflessly dedicated her life to ancient poetry. Mr. Ye Jiaying sighed: Ancient poetry supported me through troubles, ancient poetry saved me. Elderly people donate their savings to encourage poetry creators. She once said, "The greatest function of poetry is to make you have an immortal and unrigid mind." Mr. Mu Xin once said: "You want me to destroy, I don't, I can't live up to the upbringing that art has given me!" Mr. Mu Xin was in prison, and in the 650,000 words of his manuscript, there was no blood indignation, no tearful complaints, but only aesthetic and philosophical thinking. What do you do when you're down in life? To raise the head straight waist to see the sky, calm and calm, do not argue, do not argue, clear from the clear, turbid from the turbid. Read quietly, think quietly, do your own thing quietly, deep reading accumulation precipitation thinking output. The function of literature is to make your heart stronger, help you out of suffering, beyond the self, literature is like a beam of light to lead you out of the darkness of life. Mr. Mu Xin said: "Usually only know that art makes people feel tender like water, and when a catastrophe is coming, I know that art also makes people have the heart of diamond." It was art that got me through the hardest times."
It has been more than a year since I moved my home from childhood to adulthood. The main reason why I want to write something for it now is that I dare not rely on my memory to carry all the people and things worth remembering for me. I do not know which day the relatively clear picture existing in my mind will be gradually blurred by the consultation of life trifles. My childhood is so precious and worth a lifetime to recall ah, but when this period of time has no carrier to cling to, I am not sure whether it can firmly exist in my mind, so I must find a place to seal this time that can never go back, if the clue to open the memory has been erased, then I can only remember the results when it is forever entrusted to big data. The village where I live is quite large, both in terms of population and area. It is not rich, at least in my entire primary school, most of the families are farming to support the family, I like this life, the whole childhood lived a simple and happy. My home is in the east side of the village, the east side of the house and the southwest side of the river, the river is sometimes no water, and when I was young, the most dislike is that the river is full of water, after lunch to go to school by the south side of the Hutong river, a lot of boys swimming in the river, the chance of meeting their classmates is almost 100%. I still remember that it was very difficult to walk that distance of less than 500 meters, when the river suddenly came out of the classmates to call you a nickname that was simply to make you ashamed. In order to avoid this embarrassment, I often go around a lot of wrong roads, looking forward to the weather becoming cold, looking forward to the river becoming dry, and looking forward to growing up quickly… I hope I hope I get what I want. The ditches without water became battlefields for my brother's generation, who dug out all kinds of strange holes and piled up all kinds of "hills". That's definitely our paradise. The east side of the river used to be a good piece of forest, every summer evening, we will take a flashlight, carry a bottle to find the insects called Jincicada, adults and children the whole family out, the flashlight in the forest, and now it is difficult to see the lively at that time. Before I went to junior high school, I often went to the forest to herd sheep after school, I have always been timid, others drove the sheep past, after a while, I directly rushed home, and every time I was trying to make these sheep together, must always be in my line of sight, for fear of being stolen, there is always a team of sheep I keep gathering and scattering. At that time, I was actually very young, so small that I was not a sheep's opponent, and I would be dragged along by a rope, and I could not tell who was walking who. At that time, I didn't think too much about it, I felt that it was my own thing, adults were busy enough, what they did was more tired, but I thought that what I could do was already very easy. There are many college students in my hutong, and the neighborhood is quite harmonious. Before going to school, after dinner, I would follow my neighbor's brothers and sisters and friends of the same age to play hide-and-seek, corn stalk chopping, wheat stalk chopping, which strict to drill, which black to hide, while drilling into the seam while afraid of something inside. There are many children in the two big uncle's family in front of my home, and there are rubber bands, glass balls, hacky bags, and shuttlecock in his home. At that time, we earned enough envy. And there was a smell in his kitchen that was like burning a certain kind of wood, which I really liked to smell, but I don't even know what it was. After primary school began the morning reading class, every day at about six o 'clock, the hutong began to hear early people Shouting with their own class to go to school, the door banged, I still remember my mother recalled that at that time, I felt that the whole hutong was hopeful. I grew up is definitely a good girl in the village, after school to cook, take younger brother, sheep this is not arranged. But occasionally forget to bring the key, but do not know where the parents go to do farm work is the most testing me, I once answered on a paper "please use the basis of… Judge… "Such a question, answer: I judged the direction of the wheel print at the door of my mother to do farm work in which field. The first time I looked at the big Red Cross on the paper was not sad, because it made me more firmly believe that everyone did not know this way, even the teacher did not know. But it worked so well that at one point it gave me the illusion that I had the talent to be a detective. My primary school is in the Middle East of the village, in fact, it is closer to my home than my classmates in the west of the village, but my legs were too short at that time, and I always felt that the school was far away from home. I envy my classmates who live near the school, envy them to sleep for a long time, and I can go home next class. But grandpa's home is next to the school, will go to grandpa's home to drink water after class, go to grandpa's home to eat steamed bread after school, long body that time is always hungry, hungry after school can not insist on going back to their own home. The earliest school has several table tennis tables, of course, for us that is more like a "stage", we sing their childhood and ignorance on the stage, in the stage to grab a place on the stage, from the stomach up to the tiptoe can sit on, change more than height ah. We can step on a flower bed in the grass can not grow out, can pull the flower bed on both sides of the Longjava tree naked, but also the door on the new glass "accidentally" smashed. The more you don't let the close place the more curious, lying on the window peeking at the office, eavesdropping on the teachers under the door, secretly going to the teacher's toilet, curious about everything that can't be approached, and even feel that the teacher's toilet is fragrant! In the summer, we "sell water" in the classroom, you give me a notebook paper or a lead in an automatic pen, I let you drink a drink of water, good relationship can drink two. Their complete homework is not needed, but the various colors and types of homework paper earned by "selling water" are stapled into a small, rare, which is probably the so-called sense of achievement. In winter, one of us squatted in a dustpan and let another classmate pull the ski. Yesterday was fighting, today can be hard enough to let you drink more water friendship. To say long love, it has to mention the school gate to sell snacks, first at the school gate, then there is a commissary, and then her commissary became a supermarket, when I was in she, I left she is still in. She was a very powerful proprietress, with a loud voice, more than enough to handle us terrible children. The village is now in ruins, and everything that once existed there seems to have never existed. I still do not dare to look at the house I have lived for more than 20 years after it was pushed to the appearance, there are some things we must admit, that is change, everything is in constant motion, when a thing has completely lost its original appearance, you are used to seeing and accepting its later appearance, then who will care about the past, and why care about the past. So I don't want to see it, I think at least these years it is still the same as before. After all, there is a brick, a tile, a grass and a tree have made up the first 20 years of my life, and I even feel very sorry that I can not get married from that house, and how can I accept its broken and messy now.
Today's society, food, clothing, housing, everything has the involvement of science and technology, everything is inseparable from intelligence, I do not know when to start, even emotions need to be maintained by the network. We have to affirm that modern science and technology bring us too much convenience and provide a lot of help for our life. Parents who might once have seen each other for a year or even years can now be seen on video. Headquarters meetings that once took days to put together can now be done on video. What used to take a few pages to pour out is now just a wechat message that can be sent at any time. In this way, every one of us relies on the network, everyone believes in the network, with the extensive social contact, we have too many emotions that should not exist, become sensitive, irritable, imaginative, and even imitate all the hysteria, for the sake of things that will not be depressed, tears, corruption, and even suicide. I admit the existence of depression, but also believe that there are too many people under high pressure, unable to vent, people laugh before, people cry after, but do these have nothing to do with the negative copy we usually see? At work, the popularity of universities, the influence of finance, and the saturation of jobs have caused the accumulation of pressure. In life, this is the child we act as the role of parents, provoke the burden of life. In love, firewood, rice, oil and salt have polished the romance, but the heart is unwilling. Slowly feel that no one can understand, no one can do empathy, dating software, chat tools began to rise, all the backlog of the collapse, at that moment has been vented, people gradually from the cold text felt unprecedented warmth, that this is friends, this is love, although a little late, but it still came. In the network to get a bit of recognition, respect, and then live in the false, this is this sick society, sick of us.
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"Once dirty and unworthy, now dissolute and boundless." The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, a day to see Chang 'an flowers." In the eyes of the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao, spring is the spring breeze after the entrance examination, the full view of the flowers, the future is boundless. But in the eyes of more literati, spring seems to be more life, rebirth, is lonely melancholy is also lonely, sad. When Cao Xueqin's Daiyu saw the fallen flowers in the garden, she felt sad about her own life, and the swallows in the beam were merciless. How long would the bright and fresh Yan last? Once adrift it is hard to find. In the spring, there is more of the daughter's love, "Peony Pavilion" : "The original flowers and purples, like this are all paid and ruined, beautiful scenery helpless day, happy happy who's home." Such beautiful scenery, both the love of the beginning of the lonely pity, and the yearning for love, but also to the fleeting sigh of youth. Know the love, jump out of the youth and love of the sad, there is a kind of "small people, I who and return" of life wasted feeling. Spring also has a lazy and shy state. Song Dynasty female poet Li Qingzhao "small heavy mountain · Spring to long gate spring grass green", wrote the meaning of boudoir, a person's daze, delicate and sensitive mind, all between the movement, "flower shadow pressure heavy door, thin curtain shop light month, good dusk." Borrow the scene lyric, one spring day passed, the daughter's loneliness and boredom all in the scene. At the same time, this kind of unintentional feeling contains shyness, the grass of the long gate, the red plum that breaks a little, the blue cloud, in the shy daughter's state appears lively and lovely, charming. Spring is also the sustenance of all one's feelings. In the heart of Song Dynasty poet Yanshu, spring is innocent, swallow, pear flower, green moss, oriole, mulberry girls, looking at them, the heart will silently rise light smile, happiness is so simple, but there is also spring sorrow. A dream wine wake up, deep courtyard, slanting sunset is the poet's heart deep sorrow, let a person can not help but think of "how deep the courtyard". Residual dream, is passionate bitter, endless acacia tears. I most like Su Shi's "Water dragon Yin · Second Yun Zhang quality Fu Yang Hua Ci". At first reading, there is not much feeling, and when reading again, I exclaim that the artistic conception is far away and the CI is high. Su Shi can write so beautiful willow catkins, the manner is so emotional, hazy shyness, the pursuit of the heart of the husband but love and not, is not comparable to others. The last sentence is particularly amazing "look closely, not Yang Hua, little is a tear from the people", pity, love, and the fun of reality and emptiness are all inside. Of course, there are too many poems about Wing Chun hurting spring, one day is not enough to see the heart of spring. When the Chinese language learning began, there were also the thoughts and sighs of these poets in their hearts. I do not know when spring is no longer the season of flowers everywhere in childhood, no longer the season of eating wild vegetables everywhere, but where the love is moved. The willow tree with sorrow, Ba bridge fold willow farewell; Is the messenger of spring; It is also a thousand charming Jiangnan women, graceful swaying, charming, looking bright. It is also a touch of tenderness in Xu Zhimo's Cambridge. As far as I am concerned, the deep memory is that when the Qingming Festival breaks the willow to worship ancestors, at that time, the heart is both a kind of mourning for the dead loved ones, but also a kind of yearning, but also a kind of wish. Send endless acacia tears, write endless sad song meaning. The Tang willow tree on the edge of the pond in my hometown (I don't know its scientific name, the dialect of my hometown is Tang Willow tree), since it was still pink and in a tender baby state, I went to see it every day. The flower has become a kind of connection of time and space, the feeling of longing and the feeling of things are not people, but also a kind of sadness. Such a Tang willow tree there is a child often eat after school, but at that time never really appreciate it, with a kind of feelings to sustenance. When I grew up, I realized that when spring blossoms, it is actually the darling of nature. Blue sky, pale moonlight, pure white flowers, then the heart is pure and flawless. The petals falling in the reed, covering the whole water, is a shock, but also a pity. The trees were full of white flowers, small and lovely, like falling into heaven. When the flowers bloom, the flowers will change from pink to white, and some are still pale pink. It has witnessed my growth from childhood to youth, and witnessed the separation and honor of the whole family. The Tang willow tree in my hometown has always been self-born, without intervention, life and death have lives. The Tang willow tree in front of the four grandpa's door, slanted from the water, from its small childhood to the sky tree today, never think of the tenacious vitality, is their confrontation with the world. In spring, the whole house will be covered with trees and flowers, and the pond in front of the door will be surrounded by dried persimmon trees and peach trees. At that time, I suddenly felt that in fact, Tao Yuanming's peach blossom source was not elsewhere, just in front of me, in my heart. At that time, the heart will be full of surprise, exclamation, and then stunned. That kind of dull appearance, in fact, after reading the "Dream of Red Mansions", Baoyu is often like this.