Life practice: If you have poems and books hidden in your heart, time will never beat beauty.

Contributed to the vocabulary of Zhuomi's poems.

If you have poems and books hidden in your heart, time will never beat a beautiful woman. This is our praise for talented woman Dong Qing and our best wishes to ourselves.

This beautiful sentence comes from the song "Embrace Beauty", "Don't laugh at white hair, time will never overcome beauty. If you have a collection of poems hidden in your heart, you can pick it up and make it come true. "

When I am old, Zhu Yan will resign from the mirror and have no choice;

What we can do is to cultivate ourselves with books, decorate ourselves with talents, and change our lives with inner youth for ruthless years.

In this way, it is practice.

Listening to the fleeting time in the rain. When I was a teenager, I had a lot of time to squander. The song building is warm and the red candle burns slowly. This is just a drunken dream, and there is nothing to be disappointed with.

"Teenagers listen to singing upstairs in the rain, and the red candle is faint." Rain bursts, either feel very interesting, or feel bored. Young people and the sound of rain are romantic in their hearts, that's all.

When people reach middle age, the youth who "don't know the taste of sorrow" has quietly left, and the feelings of strangers directly hit people's hearts. Being in a foreign land, being alone and not coming back for many years, homesickness makes people old.

The vast river is like an endless world. Staying on the small passenger ship and listening to the rain, I feel more and more small and powerless. Watching geese lose their colony reminds them of themselves. Wailing is not only called "west wind", but also called to the hearts of middle-aged people, making people feel sad and want to cry.

"In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the boat", drizzle will make people's hearts wet and eyes wet, three points helpless and seven points desolate.

Now that the twilight has arrived, the temples are gray, and the vicissitudes of life are only yesterday. Alone in the monk's house shrouded in night, the rain hits the phoenix tree, dripping, but not telling the bitterness of parting. It can be "a leaf, a sound, an empty step dripping into the light."

At this moment, even if I watch more joys and sorrows, I am infected by this mixed atmosphere and have no intention of falling asleep. Past personnel passed through my mind like clouds. Frame by frame, scene by scene, and it's dawn in a blink of an eye.

The rain falls on the banana, and the sad people don't like to hear it, but the world has been cruel since ancient times, making you happy and making you miserable, and it hasn't changed at all. ...

No matter whether you win or lose, life is a mess. As the saying goes, "things change, and everything is unfinished." Master Cang Xue expressed infinite emotion through a painting and described the emptiness in the painting.

There is a pine tree, on one side of the chessboard. Before the game is over, I saw pine nuts falling vertically and horizontally. In the office, I think I am a transparent outsider. You know, you see others fighting with each other in the game; And you, in some cases, are just a chess player in the eyes of others. One chess game after another in life. The outcome of this game is undecided, and the next game has followed.

It's no big deal that you can't reach your destination. Every step ahead is not a dead end.

And more often, this chess game has been finished, and you have to face life and death practice. You will understand that life is to say goodbye after all, and no one can say for sure who is the starting point and end point of life and death.

Su Dongpo's poem "Jiangchengzi" deeply misses his dead wife and reminds him of his love in his dream, which makes him infinitely sad:

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, even if I didn't miss it deliberately, I never forgot it. Since the person I love left this world, I have faced all difficulties with my bare hands, and there is no harbor to dock.

Dongpo is a lonely person, and his wife is also a lonely person in another world. What she left Dongpo was only this little earthen bag, which left them nowhere to tell their sadness.

But even if two people have a chance to meet again, it has been ten years! Su Shi went from high spirits and integrity to heroic twilight, with a face of wind and frost. Finally, he fell asleep, and in his dream, he returned to the place where he once lived.

I seem to see my wife washing the window and freshening up again. Two close people look at each other, and a thousand words come to mind, but they can't say a word. I couldn't restrain my emotions in my chest, and tears flowed silently. Yes, every year on the anniversary of his wife's death, he seems to go back to that moonlit night, listening to Songtao and watching the mountains.

At this point, Tianya heartbroken person is him. This state is like Jiang Yan's "Biefu", "Those who forget me are different."

No matter what kind of practice, it is a lonely life journey. Just as Li Bai drank a cup of sorrow in Changfeng, facing love and death alone, it was difficult to display his outstanding talents, so cynicism was produced.

He said coldly, "I have to throw away poulter and me since yesterday; Today, it hurts my heart even more. "I really see through this cold world, and it also cools the heart of the relentless passage of time!" At this time, Wan Zheng is sending Qiu Yan south, and he, a wanderer, can only look at his hometown to drown his sorrows.

Fortunately, he is Li Bai, one cup after another, and the wine enters the intestines, prompting a wonderful chapter.

The first is the character of Jian 'an, and then the prosperity of Yushu in Lan Zhi, Xie Jia. After reading Li Taibai, I thought of my ambition of "seeing the bright moon in the sky".

But even a fairy like him can't escape the tricks of the world. Nine times out of ten, life is not satisfactory. It's better to learn from the famous people in Wei and Jin Dynasties and stop travelling in rivers and lakes by boat!

Even if Li Bai drinks to drown his sorrows and wastes his time, it is just a phased method to fight against the hardships of life. What he really chose was a high-spirited approach. He held his head high and looked at all the hardships with contempt.

Even if we can't be Li Bai, we can learn from his positive attitude towards life. Only by turning suffering into a ladder for you to climb, can your life be a real practice. I hope that after this grand practice, you can really find your inner peach blossom source.

Good wishes!