Excerpted from an American article

Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.

I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.

Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.

Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.

Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.

The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.

In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and today's romance, bringing people infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.

The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.

Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.

Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence. ...

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Shuimo Jiangnan

I was born in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and I was intoxicated with more than twenty kinds of tender feelings in the south of the Yangtze River. I can't tell the story of vicissitudes, noise or whispers around Jiangnan, but my attachment to Jiangnan will remain unchanged for thousands of years!

Standing on the spiritual soil in the south of the Yangtze River, looking up at the dark sky, the wind and smoke are clean and clear as clear water. In the long years, the beauty of Jiangnan water town, the quietness of Jiangnan ancient town, the depth of Jiangnan rainy alley and the charm of Jiangnan literary hero flowed. ...

Small bridges and flowing water, overflowing in the south of the ink painting, can't see the truth clearly and can't tell the truth; How many literati heroes have been nourished by running water. Read Jiangnan, Lingbo Yunshui, calligraphy and calligraphy.

The beauty of Jiangnan is hazy and simple, a leisurely chess game under a tree and a drunken wine tasting among flowers. It's herbal tea in the court. Green water haunts white walls, flowers fall on blue tiles, and winding rivers sing in the morning and at sunset. Riding a boat with a Artemisia argyi, walking through the green mountains and green waters, silently reading the thousands of years of history and the fall of eternal tenderness in the south of the Yangtze River, a clear water carries traces and vicissitudes like water.

Jiangnan water town is like a hazy ink painting, simple and quiet. The stone arch bridge stands against the clear water, either elegant and chic, or exquisite and elegant. The dilapidated carved columns are printed with traces of time and blend in with the charm of the ancient town. Sitting on the awning boat, let the cool river flow through your fingers and cool into your heart. Yingying clear water, leisurely wooden boat. The house is built by the water and is connected with the water. Walking in the ancient town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, let the sunshine flow quietly on the skin and let the poetry dance lightly in the heart.

Light smoke and fresh water in the south of the Yangtze River, long grass on the rainy shore, warblers flying in spring, light pink dye, insects whispering, and spring is shining through the curtain. In summer, you can learn something about Luo Shang, go to the Blue Boat alone, pick lotus and lotus fields, laugh and sing softly, and the flowers are as beautiful as water. Autumn phoenix tree, autumn geese flying, chrysanthemum fragrance, leisurely under the east fence. In winter, snow depends on jade pieces and thousands of pearls. Yiren is like snow, graceful and pure.

The drizzle shows that Jiangnan is rainy, especially in spring. Just like Wu Nong's soft language, it reveals the unique moisture of the water town. Rain is the aura of Jiangnan water town. In Jiangnan, it is full of romantic atmosphere. The rain around the Lantern Festival is called lantern rain, which is often the first rain in early spring. Intermittent spring rains float in the air, Fei Ying grass grows, a clear water shines, and willows brush the embankment. Then there is apricot rain, pear rain. After the end of spring, the continuous Huang Meiyu filled the south of the Yangtze River. The rain at night, the flowers in the morning, are deeply intoxicating, and the beautiful and elegant people are reluctant to leave. The drizzle wet a plain skirt and moistened the hearts of Jiangnan women. The fragrance of flowers on two sleeves gently dances out the unique charm of Jiangnan.

Because the climate in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, the skin of women in the south of the Yangtze River is like snow, and Iraqis are like jade. "Ha, ha, the water is horizontal, and the mountain is frowning. Which way do you want to ask pedestrians? Eyebrows and eyes. " A woman like water, like bright eyes like water, is beautiful and gentle, as beautiful and refined as a fairy. Jiangnan women walked slowly on the ancient bluestone road in the town, and the lilacs were wet by drizzle. For example, they floated along the rain lane with oil-paper umbrellas, "light smoke reflected the curtain, and flowers and willows were boundless", and the rain fragrance curled into the bead curtain, and the shadow was like a dream.

Houmen are like the sea, pavilions and waterside pavilions, red-faced tears for you, sleeves blowing the strings, and an eternal rhyme flows under the hands of jade as snow, with twists and turns. My thoughts seem to go back in time, in the lingering love of become a butterfly thousands of years ago. Gentle Liang Shanbo and Yingtai, disguised as men, studied hard, sat by candlelight at night, talked and laughed, and sent each other on the 18th, writing an earth-shattering legend of butterfly love, which reverberated through the ages.

Jiangnan is full of talented people and countless beautiful women. Tang Bohu is the most famous of the four gifted scholars in Jiangnan. Tang Yin's peerless painters and painters are the best in the world. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all together. Tang Bohu's touching love story of lighting Chou-heung has become an eternal story. There are countless talented women in Jiangnan, such as Li Qingzhao, Qin Huai Ba Yan, Liu, Dong Xiaowan, Yu, Xue Tao, ...

Jiangnan ink paintings emerge one after another, and all kinds of charming painting styles emerge one after another. Perhaps my previous life was the Jiangnan woman who picked lotus, smiled in the faint lotus fragrance and danced lightly in Jiangnan ink painting like a butterfly …

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Lilac rain sorrow

In June in the south of the Yangtze River, it was drizzling. I don't know when it will rain in Mao Mao this afternoon. I like walking in this drizzle, which makes my skin feel the freshness and delicacy of soft rain. The freshness and lingering of drizzle make me feel natural, pure and transparent. I like to sit by the window and watch the wind and rain on such a drizzly day. It is like an elegant and elegant picture scroll. In the gloom, my thoughts are flying.

A drizzle permeates an emotional atmosphere. I like listening to lyrical music and appreciating beautiful words on rainy days. Music can bring me a kind of purity, and words are my other life. If you are in the freshness and meaning of prose, if you are in the classicality of poetry and songs, you are enjoying your own peace. Thoughts flow away like running water. "The bluebird doesn't know what's outside the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain." There is always a sense of tranquility when reading such poems, and the faint sadness gently sweeps across the heart lake.

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.

It's raining in Mao Mao, and beautiful lyric songs are dancing outside the window:

When love cannot sympathize, when love cannot cry.

It's really bitter to keep that little hatred in my heart.

No one can decide, no one will give up.

The arrogance and cruelty of love have nowhere to tell.

Who doesn't covet more care?

If you want to love, you can't suffer, so don't bully.

Don't be unwilling to accept the ending.

If you have, you should be satisfied and sincerely bless.

I'm just sad that I can't grow old with you.

Never have a chance to see your smile again.

Remember that your kindness will only make the pain worse.

Memories hover in my heart, how I want to escape.

I'm just sad that I can't grow old with you.

I can see your smile every day

Without a support, there is no one to hug.

Tears cannot be wiped away, you know.

I hope you know that I am a sincere blessing.

As long as you have a good time.

Huang Pinguan's Grow Old with You is our favorite song. Every time we listen to it, we feel deeply! Reminds me of you deeply. How I want to grow old with you. I can hold hands with you to watch the sunset. I want to grow old with you. I want to listen to the rain by the window. I want to grow old with you. I can lean on you. ...

In the misty rain, the beautiful past flies like lilac tidbits, and what comes as scheduled is your face and quiet whisper. The past is like a roll of old black and white film, slowly unfolding in front of me. It's still rainy season. You and I meet quietly from two ends of life at a certain midpoint, and then cross. Flowers bloom and fall, and the past is like smoke In my heart, it is still fragrant, and my mood is still fragrant because of you.

In the background of slow music, in the inexplicable disappointment, the mood also falls with the rain. ...

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Pin Ming Xin Qing

Quiet summer night, sitting alone in a quiet corner of the city. A cup of fragrant tea, a wisp of fragrance. Taste the mood and life in the dense tea fragrance. The air is filled with faint music, and my mood flows quietly like a stream.

I am elegant in the soft moonlight and have a meaningful taste in the quiet like water. Life is like a cup of green tea. Although it is very light, there is always a faint fragrance. When you are idle, make a pot of tea, and the world is quiet, like water. Tea is like life. Tea needs to be tasted slowly, so does life!

I like San Mao's words very much: tea is first bitter like life, second sweet like love, and third light like breeze. A short passage tells a profound philosophy of tea tasting. The fragrance of poetry is like wind and dream.

Looking back, the past is like smoke. Sadness has gone with the wind. The mood is like lilacs in the rain, with a touch of melancholy. Only a faint purple still lingers in the dream. In fact, many times, we did not deliberately taste when we experienced it, but spent many years picking up the fragments of memory and savoring it. The taste of happiness is engraved in memory, but more is endless disappointment. There is only a sigh.

I sipped jasmine tea in my memory and watched the scattered jasmine petals toss and turn in the water, changing various unique postures and slowly falling into the bottom of the cup. Because of a pot of boiling water, jasmine tea blooms with freshness and elegance. Soaked jasmine is more crystal clear and pure. I seem to understand that a quiet life can have richer and deeper connotations! I can't help thinking of my favorite song. "Surrounded by Tsing Yi, Ying Ying is simple but elegant. The breeze is boundless and quiet. The moon is the tenderest. I love Fang, she is elegant and I don't want to leave. I became sentimental when I was immersed in water, and the bottom of the cup was fragrant. "

Being alone in the middle of the night, savoring the faint bitterness and endless happiness of life in the fresh tea fragrance, savoring the haste of life and the intoxication of years. Cherish the present and look forward to the future, I will generate my most beautiful posture, condense the morning dew, gather the sunshine, and let myself grow hard! I will know how to taste the freshness and lingering of spring rain. Xia yang is blazing and unrestrained, the autumn wind is bleak and mellow, and the winter snow is cold and crystal clear. I will taste different moods in different seasons!

The charm of green tea brings me endless warmth and inexhaustible strength, and I want to show myself wonderful in the spring, summer, autumn and winter of my life! Long life with profound taste!

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Simplicity is happiness.

I remember passing a construction site on my way from school at noon one day. In the warm sunshine at noon, a group of farmers are digging the foundation.

The workers were dressed in dirty and sweaty clothes, just lying on the beach facing the blue sky without sleeping.

A simple smile is the kind that comes from the deep heart, bright and bright.

Suddenly I was infected by that kind of happiness.

Look at those people, they are alive and busy, and have no time to be sentimental; They love, but they don't know how to interpret love.

Love; They are satisfied because they don't expect life to give too much; They are simple. They don't have to hide anything from others.

They may never discuss what happiness is, but true happiness is such a simple group of people.

I see: I am unhappy because I can't live simply; In fact, don't deliberately pursue anything, don't expect life.

Take what, don't create an image for yourself, in fact, simplicity itself is a kind of happiness.

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It's grass yellow season again. Everywhere, the green mottles disappear, and only the dry light yellow gradually fills people's sight, which is the most flexible retroversion at the end of life.

I like to watch the fallen leaves fall on the hay. The red leaves and yellow stems are very bright and beautiful. Looking at them, I will think of the bleak glory when the sun sets slowly, and I will think of the white-haired old man walking hand in hand on the stone steps, calm and safe, with a touch of warmth and some touching.

After the first snowstorm in winter, they will disappear on the ground, return to the embrace of Mother Earth and rest in peace. Waiting, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will awaken all their descendants.

I like to see the beauty of grass green Jiang Nanan, and the bleak winter escapes with their little laughter. How tender is the new green stem? In the crevices, on the soil, they bravely stand tall, grow inch by inch in the cold wind and rain, dye the banks and the earth bit by bit, and weave exciting spring clothes under the blue sky and breeze.

How can you stand the lush grass? Gently touch with your hand, as delicate as a baby's skin. A little slip from the palm of your hand, and some tiny life rhythms pass from your hand to your heart. People can't help but sigh that such a delicate plant has such tenacious vitality. It takes the lead in responding to the spring breeze, attracting pink, bees and butterflies and beautiful spring.

I like to watch the grass grow in midsummer. Under the caress of the scorching sun, the grass releases all the good things in life. The endless green Yuan Ye sets off all kinds of blooming flowers, and the blue sky becomes lower in the field of vision, as if bending down close to the grass.

During this time, the grass is the biggest and softest new bed, tempting us to give our bodies to them very comfortably, without anxiety and trouble, and dreaming the most relaxing dream surrounded by the grass.

When we close our eyes, the grass in the sun surrounds our sense of smell. What a sweet and delicious fragrance it is. It is not strong with all kinds of flowers, but elegant with famous brand perfume. It is the smell of cooked rice, the smell in the milk of cattle and sheep, the original smell of nature, the taste of the earth and the embrace of mother.

Yes, grass, you are the main food for cattle, horses and sheep. Through them, you become white milk, delicious meat, warm fur, and rushing power, which holds up all ethnic groups and countries.

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. Time flies, as if to see a generation of hero Genghis Khan, riding a whip, commanding thousands of troops, sweeping across Eurasia, invincible. Grass created an unprecedented hero on horseback.

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Flexible grass, what are you? Is it our countless humble and weak lives? We are ordinary grass people, but we can also describe spring, dress up the earth, unite weak lives, change the environment and create the world.

That familiar song sounded like a melody in my heart: no flowers/no trees/I'm an unknown grass/I'm never lonely/I'm never worried/You see my partners are all over the world. ...

References:

Rongshuxia

* In the lonely winter, there is dim yellow everywhere. Everywhere is bleak, even the once clear river has lost its luster and is sleepy under the ice. There is a mother and daughter, in the warm sunshine. Now, the mother is combing her daughter's hair. She stroked her hair gently and braided her hair gently. A smile was written on her face, as if her love could never be filled, overflowing to her mouth, flowing to the corner of her eyes and spinning into a long braid. The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered gold powder, shining with erratic brilliance. The daughter nestled in her mother's arms and kept saying something. She makes her mother laugh from time to time, and the warm family melts the cold in winter, making the winter scenery of Xiaosuo spin out the beauty of spring.

It began to snow in the evening, and then it didn't stop all night. Snowflakes fell gently on the beehive coated with black paint. The bees are sleeping. In a delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it is like a secret letter sealed with wax. Like refined pure gold particles, it was treasured by rich kings. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living things. In the sun, their dreams are the sweetest. There are Chinese milk vetch and rape flowers in the south, Sophora japonica, jujube flowers and Vitex negundo in the north, and the first floor is blooming again. But I don't know if there will be any traces of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly with the beat of snow, it will smell a wisp of fragrance falling from the sky, which is holy and magical. Unfortunately, no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers on the earth have exhausted them.

* In the years of poverty, people can also feel some deep happiness. For example, I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice, pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, and sit in front of the "door" (the stone steps of the hall door) to savor the aroma of lard bibimbap. Every grain of rice is full of happiness.

The happiness of life lies not in one's environment, one's position and what one can enjoy, but in how one's heart corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their happiness, the rich have their happiness, the powerful have their happiness, and the humble have their happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; In life, everyone has happiness and troubles, which is the true face of the human world.

When love passes through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a tremulous chord, a dispersion of flowers, lasting and warm, extending to others, from one hand to another, from one person to another. This is the warmth floating from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a tired footprint and an indifferent heart in the spiritual world. Then, the loved one will light a match in his heart with a kind of warmth, although sometimes it is so weak.

* If you are just a drop of water, but you reflect the colorful light of the sun, let the black people see the most beautiful color in the world. How important you are to the children.

No matter how small and humble, you can also write fairy tales of life in your own world and create miracles of life. Maybe. Because of you, the world has added a color. When you are brave, you should say to yourself, "I am very important, I am a landscape."

* Smile. Sing the song of life. Tears should flow for the sadness of others; Kindness should be born for a kind heart; Compassion, giving poverty to the poor; Care, warmth, loneliness and desolation.

* Death, disease, injury, injustice ... these have long existed. Moreover, there are plays in their name all the time in this world. Some sad or indignant stories once made us cry, but they were soon forgotten. Some ugly phenomena. It once filled us with indignation, but it soon gave way to exciting things. All this is just because they happen to others and are too far away from my world; Our feelings cooled, solidified and fell into the air! & amp

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No matter how mean your life is, meet it and live it well; Don't shun it, and don't curse it. Not as bad as you. When you are richest, you look poorest. The faultfinder can find faults even in heaven. You should love your life, even if it is poor. Even in the workhouse, you still have a happy, happy and glorious time. The setting sun is reflected on the window of the workhouse, as bright as the window of a rich family; In front of that door, the snow in early spring melted. I only see a calm person, like in a palace, living contentedly and having happy thoughts everywhere. In my opinion, the poor in towns often lead the most independent and uninhibited lives. Maybe they deserve it because they are great. Most people think that they are detached and do not rely on the support of towns; But in fact, they often use improper means to deal with life. They are not detached, but disgraceful. Think of poverty as a flower in the garden and plant it like a saint! Don't bother yourself with new tricks, whether it is new friends or new clothes. Find the old one and go back there. Everything is the same, but we are changing. You can sell your clothes, but keep your thoughts.

The gibberish in the hospital bed

Author: Bing Xin (modern famous female writer, children's literature writer)

Words: 432

Suddenly woke up, the window was still dark, only a street lamp hung high, and countless dazzling lights broke out in the distance!

My flying mind has fallen into a painful body again.

I suddenly remembered Lao Tzu's words: I survived, I have a body; I have no body. What's wrong with me?

At this time, I felt the pain of the body to human beings. Moreover, human beings also have mental pain: as big as worrying about their country and home, where will you go ... as small as hurting spring and mourning autumn. ...

Everything in the universe is heartless: the sun, the moon, rivers, the spring in Qiu Lai and the flowers in bloom, all of which follow the laws of nature. Only one person in the world-the spirit of all things, will give their feelings to ruthless things! The phrase "Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows" is unknown to Qian Qian at all times and all over the world. In short, it is precisely because of people with thoughts and feelings that there will be joys and sorrows. "War and peace" and "Love and death are eternal themes".

I envy those planets without human beings!

I'm sober.

I woke up from a high fever, opened my eyes and saw smiling faces of relief and joy guarding my loved ones by the bed. I turned my head and saw many bottles of flowers on the bedside table: roses, chrysanthemums, cyclamen, calla lilies ... there were many condolence letters around me ... I fell into the world of love and flowers again-it's good to have humans in this world!

It snowed in February and dispersed.

No one can calmly face this silent but vigorous howl. The white chill and the cold wind of hunting are the grand commemoration of the sky, and the wine is haggard. I raise my glass and ask who is drunk with me …

One rainy night, the banana fell and fell, turning into the loneliness of an empty pavilion. White lotus has paved a clean platform, leaving behind the lonely tail of the Millennium, and there is not a moment worth singing in a low voice in the Millennium. While waiting, I caught a glimpse of alternating prosperity and decline. Romance remains the same, there is no dancing sleeve in the world, and the memorial service will be ruined. Who saw the faint smile in the flickering candlelight ... The bamboo forest wind passed, and Tsinghua swayed, which could not stand the faint silent spirit. Walking alone and cutting strings, there is no shadow at night, and it is the most difficult to level. Sleepless, resigned, giving up countless prosperity, the color reflected by dew is the condensation of a clear dream overnight, inadvertently falling into infinity, finally breaking into a warm kiss, and then dying.

Before placing an order bit by bit, I broke my fame and fortune; I was very depressed when I left, and I knew very few friends. I was a little idle and bored.

Life is bound to get hurt, and failure and fall are not terrible. The terrible thing is that you are devastated and have lost your pursuit of life and lofty ideals. No one's road ahead is smooth sailing, even ships sailing in rivers are inevitably bumpy. The ups and downs encountered in life are not accidental difficulties, but inevitable tests.

In everyone's heart, there have been people worthy of being remembered, perhaps still there, perhaps long gone, lost in the vast sea of people. Therefore, that memory will be bleak, because there is only an "empty shell" left in the vague memory, and nothing can hold my own heart. Time has erased everything and blocked the tears of that day, because it is gone, and nostalgia is just sadness!

On a sultry day, cicadas can't bear to be lonely and keep chirping. I'm alone, and I don't have a confidant. I want to listen to rock music and hysterical songs crazily, just to escape the intense loneliness in the unmanned world. One person is cold, two people are wonderful. Therefore, the inexplicable impulse makes me miss my old friends and the past days. Although unrealistic reverie can't save everything, I hope my thoughts can fly in the world after closing my eyes and dance with a smile. ...

We have two choices in life, one is our parents and the other is our social environment. Some people complain about poor living environment and untimely birth, which is a manifestation of their ignorance and a wrong attitude towards life. Parents gave us life and brought us up, which is the credit of parents. We only have the obligation to repay, and there is no reason for resentment. When we come to this world and live in this social environment, we should base ourselves on this society, devote ourselves wholeheartedly to society, realize our own value, and serve the society and mankind. The living environment is created by ourselves, brick by brick, and we have devoted our efforts and sweat. The winner is because he knows and understands the world more thoroughly than the loser, grasps the development law of things, goes with the flow, is logical, has achieved his career and completed the implementation of the ideal blueprint. The loser, because he missed the opportunity, misjudged the situation and led to the opposite result. The ideal blueprint is the prayer and sustenance of the soul, but it must conform to the objective reality. It can be said that it is a hammer to polish the plate, which is solid and does not allow any false ingredients. The same is true of being a man. Only by working hard, seeking truth from facts and doing things in a down-to-earth manner can we finally embark on the hall of success. Otherwise, you will miss your success and miss it, leading to lifelong regret.

The knowledge of the world is acquired through acquired learning, and the innate genes are part of it, but the hard work of acquired learning plays a decisive role. Learning and relearning are important factors in shaping a perfect life, and they are also one of the indispensable main factors in achieving life. Solon, a famous politician in ancient Athens, once said that it is never too old to learn. It is true that people complete their ideals and lives in pursuit. Without lofty ideals, it is difficult to achieve great things. Those who achieve great things are always pursuing, exploring, learning and climbing the peak of life, so as to realize their own life value and draw a satisfactory end for themselves. It snowed in February and dispersed.

No one can calmly face this silent but vigorous howl. The white chill and the cold wind of hunting are the grand commemoration of the sky, and the wine is haggard. I raise my glass and ask who is drunk with me …

One rainy night, the banana fell and fell, turning into the loneliness of an empty pavilion. White lotus has paved a clean platform, leaving behind the lonely tail of the Millennium, and there is not a moment worth singing in a low voice in the Millennium. While waiting, I caught a glimpse of alternating prosperity and decline. Romance remains the same, there is no dancing sleeve in the world, and the memorial service will be ruined. Who saw the faint smile in the flickering candlelight ... The bamboo forest wind passed, and Tsinghua swayed, which could not stand the faint silent spirit. Walking alone and cutting strings, there is no shadow at night, and it is the most difficult to level. Sleepless, resigned, giving up countless prosperity, the color reflected by dew is the condensation of a clear dream overnight, inadvertently falling into infinity, finally breaking into a warm kiss, and then dying.

Before placing an order bit by bit, I broke my fame and fortune; I was very depressed when I left, and I knew very few friends. I was a little idle and bored.

Life is bound to get hurt, and failure and fall are not terrible. The terrible thing is that you are devastated and have lost your pursuit of life and lofty ideals. No one's road ahead is smooth sailing, even ships sailing in rivers are inevitably bumpy. The ups and downs encountered in life are not accidental difficulties, but inevitable tests.

In everyone's heart, there have been people worthy of being remembered, perhaps still there, perhaps long gone, lost in the vast sea of people. Therefore, that memory will be bleak, because there is only an "empty shell" left in the vague memory, and nothing can hold my own heart. Time has erased everything and blocked the tears of that day, because it is gone, and nostalgia is just sadness!

On a sultry day, cicadas can't bear to be lonely and keep chirping. I'm alone, and I don't have a confidant. I want to listen to rock music and hysterical songs crazily, just to escape the intense loneliness in the unmanned world. One person is cold, two people are wonderful. Therefore, the inexplicable impulse makes me miss my old friends and the past days. Although unrealistic reverie can't save everything, I hope my thoughts can fly in the world after closing my eyes and dance with a smile. ...

The most precious thing is today, because it is the easiest to die. Grasping today means grasping hope. Every minute is just a moment, and every minute we ride is called a day. Time often goes by inadvertently. Life is a few times, and youth is more precious. For teenagers of our age, youth is less than 20 years. In our study and life, we must rely on our own strength to sail our boat to the other side of hope.