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People think that heaven is heaven. They can float on clouds, play in rivers and roam in mountains. But without spiritual comfort, the beautiful scenery is meaningless.

Life is in a hurry, and youth is not an easy period to lose. Youth is also an eternal state of mind. Red face, rosy lips and flexible legs and feet are not the whole of youth. True youth is a strong will, a high-grade imagination, a feeling, and a clear and unchanging fountain of existence.

Days always pass through your fingertips like spun yarn and slip away inadvertently. Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory.

If you are an abandoned person, then a stone thrown at you may be something you cherish.

If you are a big tree, sprinkle a shade; If you are a grass, add a piece of spring; If you are a bee, brew a sweet; If you are an eagle, fight the Wan Li sky; Let's create brilliance together.

The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... people often become stronger after the test of big winds and waves.

What is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.

Past events are like songs. In the journey of life, despite ups and downs and full of regrets, the beauty of youth has not been lost. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember that sentence: I won't cry if I miss the sun, otherwise I will miss the moon and stars.

I really want to get caught in a rain, and I really want the rain to wash away that memory. Maybe the rain will wake me up. The feeling of raindrops hitting the face will make people confused whether it is tears or rain, so I can say: boys don't cry!

Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress.

It's raining, and lilac lilacs seem to sway gently in the rain. The drizzle is like smoke and fog, sad and beautiful. Rain and fog condensed on lilacs, as clear as jade. Lilac rain can't be sealed, and water can't be sealed. Glittering tears slipped quietly, and my thoughts drifted away like lilac rain. A little disappointed, a quiet dream flooded into my heart with the continuous rain, with a series of ripples.

"Let's go to the small garden alone." Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight evening. "Cold birds want to fly, first peek at plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare with, and there is no need for sandalwood. " In Meilin, Lin Bu's poem Xiaomei in the Garden in the Mountains, even in the majestic Song Dynasty, still overwhelmed thousands of ancient poems with its meaningful and elegant meaning and elegant appearance, and became the swan song of Zhongmei. And his literary talent and charm are as beautiful as wild cranes, which can still be distinguished after thousands of years.

This Chu Shi in the West Lake, which lived in the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, is just like a lofty and aloof cold plum, standing proudly in the snow and ice, independent of the world, bearing the water of Lushan Mountain, planting plums and raising cranes, enjoying itself like a cloud. The unique beauty and charm of Jiangnan nourished him and influenced his unique temperament without a trace of fireworks. The lonely mountain is half spring, and it comes around the steps to Mei. How comfortable, elegant and wonderful it is to repair bamboo, with faint snow marks, empty mountains overlooking, white cranes hovering and poetic. The life of this hermit is really better than that of a fairy.

For thousands of years, countless people have lived in seclusion in Shan Ye, devoted themselves to cultivation, and wanted to become an otherworldly hermit.

For example, Dongli picked chrysanthemums, and Tao Yuanming of Leisurely Nanshan devoted the rest of his life to the countryside, planting beans and raising chrysanthemums, gardening and gardening, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and living a quiet and comfortable life. "In the morning, I will deal with garbage and dirt and take the shower head home. The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes. " Reading his poems, it seems that you can see the sunshine and rain, and there is a warm and familiar local flavor.

Lin Bu is different. He grows plums. Plum blossoms are noble, aloof and spotless. So his personality is different from others. Even Cain is so different and noble. "But my ambition suits me, not my family, my fame and fortune, and my feelings." This is Linbu. A casual remark in his early years laid a solid foundation for his pure poetry and unique seclusion. His secluded mountain has become a veritable "cultural mountain" because of historical celebrities such as Su Dongpo and Ouyang Xiu.

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In the prime of life, Lin Bu, who is high-spirited but ambitious, returned to Jiangnan in grief and despair. The overgrown and uninhabited lonely mountain accepted Lin Bu with its desolation and silence. "It's none of my business to bother, and it's deeply vulgar!" Words from the heart, like a declaration of war on that era, hit the floor. So, he took off his shoes and smoothed his sleeves, built a wall with earth, made a fence with bamboo, and made a room with thatch, and lived intently. It was his loneliness and detachment that made him have a whim. He took plum as his soul, planted countless plum trees around the thatched cottage, extended to the West Lake at will, and lived a secluded life, drinking wine among flowers, learning ink under bamboo, singing the wind in the middle of the month, and caring for plums, which was uncontested. "Exploring plum blossoms in the lonely mountain" has since become the scenic spot of the West Lake.

The sparse plum branches, the dark ice spirit, the snow color of the whole city, and the deep pool of Xizi Lake all reveal the elegance and calmness of Lin Hejing in his gown. When I close my eyes, I can totally imagine what he saw: a lonely mountain, a beautiful water, a lonely garden, isolated from the world. Light floating flocs are like water, a few delicate flowers are painted, and Mei Duo Guanghua, which dances with the wind, circulates ... The twilight is gradually rising, and the moonlight is cold and fragrant. No wonder Lin Bu was full of literary ideas, which overwhelmed his poetic talent and sang Mei's soul. I can hardly tell which is Mei and which is Mr. He Jing.

If Tao Gong's "dive" means "drunkenness is not about wine", then Lin Bu's lonely mountain Meilin is a kind of spiritual exile and pursuit without hesitation. His seclusion, in the joy of flowers and birds singing, in the silence of moonlight and dusk, in the silence of indifference. This is a detached meditation and solitude, an escape from society, a complete abandonment of material desires, a rejection of the market and a challenge to the secular. "The sub-class is noble and rich, and the wife and crane are romantic." Beautiful plums and elegant cranes may be a true portrayal of Lin Bu's character.

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Planting plums, raising cranes, tracing forests, wading in valleys and indulging in mountains and rivers are his main life contents and spiritual sustenance after his seclusion. "I don't marry, I don't have children, and most of them grow Mei livestock cranes. I rowed in the lake and let them fly when I arrived, because I called Mei's wife Heyun. " The story of cranes delivering letters described in the Preface of Lin Hejing's poetry collection in Song Dynasty is novel, interesting and touching. True or false doesn't seem to matter. What is important is that his peculiar lifestyle has long been a well-known romantic story in poetry circles for thousands of years. Moreover, "the green hills on the lake are facing the building, and the bamboo forest in front of the grave is sparse." Maoling's poverty, indifference and self-control are more convincing. Therefore, Lin Bu's life is simply an aloof legend.

Like him, he lives in Jiangnan and has never been to Hangzhou for more than 20 years. It can be seen that his heart is like a mirror, as calm as an old monk. In his eyes, the so-called prosperity of the city, the fame and vulgarity of the world all seem very pale. Mr. Yu Qiu once said with emotion: "There were many hermits in ancient China. Lin Hejing really made the hermits real and beautiful with plum blossoms, cranes and poems ... It is the easiest thing to be discouraged in the real society and pretend to be half Lin Hejing." Therefore, "Mei Wife Crane" once became synonymous with the highest realm of hermits.

Today, this lonely mountain, which has been developed by wind and rain, stands silently for thousands of years in the shade of lush green. Along the way, the sparse Meilin is covered with dust, but it is still oblique and shallow, beautiful and charming. A thin and steep stone tablet, a clump of bamboo and grave grass, a purely secluded corner. Every year, the spring scenery is full of branches and moons, and the cold smoke is in front of the snow. In a trance, there seems to be a deep song that breaks through layers of blue flowers and floats around. You can vaguely see the noble spirit, leisurely stroll, laugh at the sky in the deep and quiet time and space, get drunk in the shadow of flowers, and sing songs, which is absolutely beautiful.

Mom, how can I repay you?

Night, silence. After a tiring day, I lay quietly in bed, but I couldn't sleep. There is an inexplicable force pulling my nerves. Light the lamp, grab a magazine and turn it around aimlessly. "Mother's heart", I can't help but tremble in my heart. When I read it carefully, a story came to my mind.

The story goes like this: a young child, unfortunately, has a strange disease. He has sought medical treatment countless times, but he has never been cured. One day, the child met a witch doctor in a wooden house in the mountains. The witch doctor said, "I can cure your disease, but to cure it, I have to use medicine as an introduction." "Great!" The child asked happily, "What do you want to use as a medication guide?" "This disease is difficult to treat. You must use your mother's heart as a guide to medicine. " When the child heard this, he hurried home. When it got dark, the child came home and said, "Mom! My illness can be cured! " "Are you? Great! " "However, the wizard said that the mother's heart must be used as a drug introduction." Hearing this, the mother paused, kissed the child's forehead and turned and walked into the room. For a moment, the child heard his mother's weak voice, "Come in, son!" " "The child came into the room." Take it. It's mom's heart. You can use it to treat diseases. "The child hands holding the bright red heart, turned and ran to the wizard. But it was too dark at night, and the children turned around in the mountains, but they couldn't find the wizard's residence. In a hurry, the child tripped over a branch and began to cry. At this time, the mother's heart spoke: "son, did you fall in pain?" " ……

Watching, I burst into tears, surrounded by a huge maternal love force, unable to control myself. In a trance, I thought of my mother, who cared for my eyes when I stumbled; At school and after school, I remembered my mother's figure in the wind and rain. Whenever I get sick, I think of my haggard mother at the bedside. Think of the words that my mother cares about after every setback; I remembered my mother's happy smile and my white hair on my temples when I came back from a long trip. When I grow up day by day and step into my job, my mother's heart will always be with me. Every time I fall down in my life, I seem to hear my mother's voice: "Son, does it hurt?" .

Today, with the gradual development of my career, my life has become more and more stable and I have started to have my own family. However, every time I go home, my mother's wrinkles are growing. In the face of my elderly mother, what have I done besides visiting her occasionally, chatting with her and giving her some living expenses? Mother's memory is slowly declining and her health is getting worse. Whenever the seasons change, diseases always attack her. However, in the face of all this, will I love her as much as I love my body?

Yes! I was suddenly surprised. I didn't go home this Spring Festival. How is my mother? I quickly grabbed the phone, the night was getting deeper and deeper, but the phone only rang twice. Mother's old and kind voice came from the microphone, and my mood stirred and my words got stuck in the voice. Then mother's gentle and loving voice came from the microphone. "Is that you, son?" .

Joy and tears flooded my face at the same time. ...

Mom, how can I repay you?

footprint

If the earth is manuscript paper, then footprints are poems. In fact, everyone is writing their own life history with their own footprints.

The road carries footprints, and the footprints extend the road. All roads will have an end, and endless is the footsteps of pioneers.

A wise man walks his own way calmly, leaving footprints for anyone to comment on; Fools stop and go, let their footprints follow other people's comments, and one day they don't know how to go their own way.

Some people's lives are brilliant because they dare to leave their footprints on the road that no one has ever walked; Some people's lives are bleak because they always follow in the footsteps of others. The beauty of footprints lies not in how beautiful patterns they can spell, but in what other shore they can take us.

Wonderful life, step by step, clearly visible, write your own chapter; Down and out life, footprints follow others, messy and vague, writing about other people's lives.

Footprints can be trimmed and altered, decorated and beautified, and even completely erased, but the life record written by footprints can never be changed. It may be comfortable to follow in the footsteps of others, but it will never open up a new road.

Mr. Lu Xun once said: "There is no road in the world. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. " All roads are evolved from footprints. Footprints make roads, and roads become poems of footprints, recording everyone's life, wonderful, bad, mediocre and bumpy. ...

Impressive footprints are mostly taken from thorns and mud. Expensive shoes, footprints may be gorgeous, but not necessarily classic; The footprints left by broken shoes may be ugly, but they may be great. Going the wrong way is not terrible. It's terrible not to admit it, but to interpret your footprints as a classic life.

Road is the best expression of footprints. The muddy the road, the clearer the footprints left; The heavier the load, the deeper the footprint. Can you find your footprints on the land of China?

Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

-2,000 years of fame, I buried you all my life, a delicate country, a ridiculous life without a king.

-three phoenixes that once played here, so that this place was named after them. Those who failed to keep the appointment waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.

-4 bemoan the tears of beauty, the death of heroes, and the sufferings of the world. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?

-5 Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Six nights of rain turned the sky blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.

Remember, the rosewood is still there, and I didn't go.

-8 Who sighs in the years?

-9 Han Xiao is vast, full of prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.

-10 the world of mortals began to fill, and the mountains and rivers were boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.

-1 1 Jiangnan figure, Tian Shui Bi Cheng, Tianjiao's wish goes against his body.

-12 mountains and rivers meet and smile for you.

-13 If it is bumpy, there is no regret.

-14 The past events covered by years are fleeting and covered with a touch of sadness.

-15 Flowers covered by years are fleeting and blank.

-16 is gone, and I am still guarding you on the other side.

1 The Great Northern Wilderness called the snowstorm a big smoke bubble. It is an ironclad rule that big smoke bubbles will be blown on the third day after it snows. At the beginning of the smoke bubble, the fierce cold wind screamed sharply, blowing the snow on the snowfield into dragons and rolling against the snow. The wind roared, like a million lions roaring and rushing, rolling thousands of white dragons into the sky. The whole space is filled with white powder, like smoke and fog, but it is not as soft as smoke and hits the face like a needle. Suddenly it was dark, and the people walking on the opposite side only saw a hazy figure. The snowstorm created the strong character of the people in the Great Northern Wilderness. They are not afraid of tyrants this winter. When they meet them, they will step on wasteland, build canals, cut down trees, hunt, break ice and fish nets. -Pingqing "Snow Send Me Back to My Hometown"

The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. No butterflies. I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.

-Lu Xun's "Snow"