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A, Wang Guozhen

1: "Life"

When the laughter faded into silence, when the confidence into loss, I approached the dream of the footsteps, whether it is still firm and persistent; when the smile lost in the desert of the heart, when the frost and snow ice sealed the promise of affection, my helpless heart, whether it is still turquoise and alive. Who does not desire to harvest, who has not been bitter, who does not want the branches of life to be full of fruitful, who is willing to let hope into the flowers of the dream. Between reality and ideal, the constant is trekking, between darkness and splendor, the constant is pioneering. Shake off the world's bonds, no one wants, let a life spent in the bum. Organize your traveling clothes, different starting point, can reach the same brilliant end. There is no right or wrong in life, success always belongs to those who struggle.

2, "I like to set off" I like to set off, only to arrive at the place belongs to yesterday, even if the mountain is clear, the water is beautiful, the wind is gentle, too deep to stay will become a kind of detention, tripping not only feet, and the future.

3, "Married to Happiness" has a future goal, always let us rejoice. Just like the gray moth flying towards the fire, willing to be a captive of the flames, swinging is your non-stop footsteps, flying around is your non-stop tassel. Beautiful, in a day of love, who can say, what is sweet, what is bitter. Only know, determined to be righteous. To lose to the pursuit, to marry to marry happiness.

4, "Love of Life"

I don't think about whether I can succeed. Since I have chosen a faraway place, I only care about the wind and rain. I don't want to think about whether I can win love or not. Since I am in love with roses, I will be brave enough to show my sincerity. I do not want to think about whether the cold wind and rain will come behind me, since the goal is the horizon, leaving the world can only be the back. I don't want to think about whether the future is flat or muddy, as long as you love life, everything is expected.

Two, Bi Shumin

1, "Reminder of Happiness"

In short, happiness is the moment without pain. He appears no less often than we think, and people often just pick up the golden mane on the ground when the golden carriage of happiness has driven a long way past and say, So I've seen it before. People like to be specimens of happiness, but ignore the moment when happiness is cloaked in dew and smells fresh. At that time we tend to walk in a hurry, looking forward and backward, not knowing what we are busy. There are people in the world who predict typhoons, locusts, plagues, earthquakes, but no one predicts happiness.

2 "Making the Heart"

The border of the heart can be made very, very big, like the best ductile gold leaf, paving the entire universe, encompassing the sun and the moon, without a single dark cloud that can cover the vast territory of the heart; without an earthquake or volcano that can completely cover the heart's magnificent architecture; without any storm that can freeze the heart's deepest gush of hot springs; without any kind of natural or man-made disaster that can be caused by a natural or man-made disaster in the fall, let the fields of the heart grain.

The scale of the heart can also be reduced to a very, very small size. It can only hold a home, a person, a sesame seed, a drop of virus. A hint of rain, he drowned; a wisp of wind, it crushed; a rumor, let it be painful; a conspiracy, it will put it in the end of the world.

A superior heart need not be magnificent, but it must be strong. Because there are too many pressures and head-on blows in life, will be traveling alone with the heart, in the dark when the narrow way to meet. If there is no careful special design, simple heart, it is easy to cross the injury, stumble and fall, perhaps from then on broken and no more life. There is no self-healing ability, is not defended door. A small wound, it will leak the whole body cream blood, a star gunpowder, burned down the extended castle.

3, "Vegetarian face"

Yes, I am not beautiful. But a veiled face is not the preserve of a beautiful woman, but a lifestyle choice available to all women. Look around us. Every tree, every blade of grass, every flower, all without makeup, in the face of the sun, in the face of the wind and snow, they are native and natural. They will age and wither, but aging and withering is also a reality. Why should human beings, who are the first of all creatures, hide themselves behind cosmetics and oil colors. We all age. I gaze calmly at my age as if I were looking out over a set of white sails approaching in the distance, so why hide this reality? Covering up is not only futile, it is above all a weakness. Confidence is not inversely proportional to age, just as confidence is not proportional to beauty. Courage is not stored in the face, but in your own hands. Cosmetics are nothing more than some polymer compounds, some fruit juices and some animal fats, which are irrelevant to human confidence and courage. As if the building needs steel to support, rather than a few flashy bamboo poles I believe that the smile without makeup is more pure and beautiful, I believe that the eyes without makeup is more frank and sincere, I believe that women do not make up more courage to face life. If it is not for work, if it is not out of etiquette. I will never wear makeup in my life.

Three, Yu Qiuyu

1, "About Friendship"

Friendship is profound because of the lack of wanting, no matter whether they are balanced or unbalanced with each other. The poet Zhou Tao has described a balanced profundity: "Two trees that have noisily chatted for a long time in summer see each other's yellow leaves drifting down in the autumn wind, they are silent for a moment, and say goodbye to each other, 'See you next summer,'" and Chu Chu has written about an unbalanced profundity: "I really want to live well for you, but I, exhausted to the extreme, before the end of my life, you did not arrive, only to see you after a glance, I drifted down here." It's all about floating down with nothing to lose, and it's all about poetic nobility.

2, "Breakout"

Bu Shi Zi Su Dong Po lack of moon hanging sparse tung, the leakage breaks the first quiet. Who sees the ghostly man living alone? The shadow of a lone woman in the misty sky is a shadow of a lone woman. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.

It is this unspeakable loneliness that makes him completely wash away the clamor of life, to look for the speechless landscape, to look for the ancient people who have passed away. In the place where dialogue is impossible to find dialogue, so the dialogue must also become extraordinary, like Su Dongpo's soul is silent, then, sooner or later, there will always be a sudden emergence of a kind of grandiose miracle, so that the world is astonished. Loneliness, so that Su Dongpo experienced an overall sense of disembodiment, but also so that his artistic talent has been a distillation and sublimation. He, really mature ---- and ancient and modern exchanges between many people, like the book in a disaster, mature in the demise of the rebirth, mature and poor countryside, mature and almost no one around him at the moment. Maturity is a kind of bright but not blinding light, a kind of mellow but not mushy sound, a no longer need to look at other people's calmness, a finally stopped to the atmosphere of the surrounding complaints, a kind of smile that does not pay attention to the noise, a kind of indifference to wash away the bigotry, a kind of thickness that does not need to be vocalized, a kind of height that is not steep, rich and bold sent over the leavening, sharp mountain winds to close the close, turbulent streams It is a lake.

In the spring, the leaves begin to flash yellow and green, and the buds swing gently in the wind, and seem to carry a kind of winter dusk. But as soon as after a spring rain, the color and demeanor is unimaginable. Every tree seemed to open its eyes with special brightness, and the arms of its branches were suddenly softened, while the budding leaves simply undulated in a layer of green waves. Droplets of water dripped from the buds, more delicate than the tears of a maiden. In mid-air there always seems to be a silken curtain of transparent water mist, holding the colorful prism of the sun. The whole earth is beautiful at this time of year, and the grass seems to turn over like reviving earthworms, making a kind of rustling sound that can only be heard in spring. Breathing became free, and the air was like a myriad of sweet fruits, tempting the nose and lips. Truly, it was only this rain that drove away the winter completely and transformed the world.　

----Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's The Four Seasons of Rain

Summer rain also has a summer character, warm and rough. A few dark clouds gather in the sky, and sometimes there is not even the slightest preview of thunder, and when you can't even think about it, the pea-like raindrops hit. But this time the rain is not terrible, because your pores are hot and open mouth, looking for the cool manna. Umbrellas and hats keep you clean, of course. But pouring your head bare and taking a rain shower is even better, except that your soaked hair, forehead, and eyelashes are dripping water, blocking your eyes from view, and your ears are a little itchy and shaky. That's when you like everything better. If the spring rains clothe the earth in beauty, after a few summer showers of penetrating rain, the earth displays its full allure in its own fullness. Everything opens up unabashedly. Flowers blossomed, leaves bulged with sap, countless weeds scrambled to grow, and the summer air was absorbed by a green sponge. And lotus leaves carpeted the river, waiting impatiently for the rain to join the distant cicadas and the nearer frog drums in a symphony of summer rain. Beautiful article

---- Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's "The Four Seasons of Rain"

When the fields are tinted with a layer of golden yellow, and all kinds of fruits are ringing their bells, the rain, too, seems to be like a mother who has married and given birth to a child, and appears to be dignified and contemplative. At this time of year, the rain doesn't go out much. The fields are almost always golden with sun. Perhaps, people have forgotten about the rain. The ripe fields of crops wait to be harvested, the golden seeds need to be dried, and even the reddish mountain fruits hope for a final sunny sweetness. Suddenly, one night, there was a rattling on the windowpane. It was rain, the autumn rain that makes one quiet, nostalgic and emotional! The sky is dark, but the rain shines; the fields are still, but the rain pours. At once, you will have a long line of thoughts. Perhaps what a need there is for quiet and contemplation after one has labored all spring and summer, when the harvest is already at the gate! The rain becomes lighter and more affectionate, and the sound of the water on the eaves and the splashes on the window-panes will accompany you in your nightly dreams. The daytime fall rains will not be tiresome, if you harbor that sense of joy. You will only feel higher and deeper, and let the cold raindrops purify your soul, and you will surely look forward to a purer, more beautiful and open earth after an autumn rain.

----Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's The Four Seasons of Rain

Perhaps, by the time winter comes, people will hate the rain! But by this time, the rain has already made up, and it often turns into beautiful snowflakes, drifting to the earth. But in the south, rain still occasionally visit the earth, but it becomes more stingy. It is neither pouring, nor silky, or pattering, it reveals a naturalness and calmness. In the gray winter sky, the rain becomes transparent, even a little dry, almost not as colorful as in spring, summer and autumn. But after one has had enough of the irritation of the cold wind, and hates the dry, bitter breath, a special warmth seems to descend as the rain falls overhead, as if the scent of flowers and leaves ripples back out of that wetness. That coolness was soft, not as aggressive as the north wind. From a distance, the harvested fields became bright with leafless branches and rain-soaked haystacks against the porcelain-colored sky, like a clean woodcut. And the oilseed rape in the near pool beds, washed by this winter rain, even forget the harsh winter. Suddenly in the evening, the mercury column descends, dawn early knocking on the window, you open your eyes, roofs, tree branches, streets, have been covered with a soft blanket of snow, the light on the ground than the sky is even brighter. This elf of the rain, the princess of the rain, to the southern cities and fields to bring an unusual honey love, is it to give people the last gift of the year.

----Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's "The Four Seasons of Rain"

Ah, rain, my beloved rain, you are always flowing in front of my eyes throughout the year, you bring my life to life, you bring nourishment to my feelings, and you bring the flow of my thoughts. Only in the rain do I truly feel that the world is alive with joy and tears. But how rare our encounters are in the dry cities of the north! I can only hope that the growing green will invite you back into our lives.

----Excerpted from Liu Zhanqiu's The Four Seasons of Rain

I have been a keen reader of the poems and texts bequeathed to us by the martyrs of the Chinese nation since my childhood, such as Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, Shi Kefa, Xia Wanshun, and Qiu Jin....... I am also keen to read the accounts of their contemporaries or descendants about them. Whenever possible, I want to visit their former homes, cemeteries, and the land where their bloodstains and deep footprints remain. I thought that the scenery associated with them is doubly intimate, although every time there is a kind of sadness and desolation of thoughts for a long time can not be released, I still have to go to find, visit, and remember their wealth and power can not be obscene, the mighty can not be yielded to the greatness of the spirit.

---- is taken from Bai Hua's "The Fragrance of Plum"

The courtyard is more than just a few houses. It is a collection of ethical and moral concepts of ancient Chinese people, a conglomerate of artistic and aesthetic ideas, and a three-dimensional crystallization of Chinese culture. It's not just a few walls and a roof, it's called a courtyard. The courtyard is the brick and stone as ink and paper, recorded the traditional Chinese family concept and lifestyle. Not to mention the whole house, the gate will have a lot to say.

To get into the courtyard first have to enter, courtyard is like a big book, the gate is the cover. People see a book, all first look at the cover. Understand who wrote it, what is the content? Courtyard is the same, the students to this, in front of the door stop, up and down a look, the owner of this can know a rough Qi, is a government official or businessman? If it is an official and what is the grade? Whether the princes and nobles? What is the title? What kind of reward? From the gate can be found on the mark, see the sign. If you want to go in to visit, know these will not be rude and cowardly. From this also shows that the Chinese people attach importance to the gate. Why do not say that the relatives pay attention to the "door to the household", friendships to ask "how the door" it! People also call "strange" as "evil door"; "no hope" as "no door"; and "no door" in old age. If there had been a TV series, it would never have been called "Love You Not". It would have to be called: "Love you for this door".

---- from Deng Youmei's "Courtyard"

White Ding boasts a clean slate and does not take ill-gotten gains, and the family's situation is difficult, but he went to preach about conscience and advocate for moral education, and then there was a note from the audience: "Poverty and talk about benevolence and righteousness, and it's very shameful! Sima Qian said so. Mr., are you ashamed?"

---- from Liushahe's "Embarrassment XXIV"

The porridge has been drunk for a long, long time, and naturally has feelings. Congee is good for digestion, and as soon as you get sick, you want to drink congee, especially rice congee. The aroma of fresh rice seems to imply a kind of healing, a kind of leisure, a kind of calmness in weakness, a kind of calmness for the restoration of health expectations and confidence. The scent of fresh rice porridge seems to imply a soothing and warming effect on the sickly stomach and intestines. Simply put, rice porridge itself conveys a sentimental warmth, a childhood memory, an understanding and sympathy for the smallness and weakness of human beings, a kind concession to peace and non-contention. Rice porridge is also a kind of medicine, which can remove the plague, replenish vital energy, soothe the liver and nourish the spleen, calm the spirit and stop the fear, prevent wind and defeat fire, and clear the mind. Big fish and meat, prawns and cakes, big song and old cellar have people get tired, people eat not to consume the time, but the rice porridge can withstand the test and survive forever.

---- from Wang Meng "I love thin porridge"

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10 minutes ago Zhang Yajing 6699 | Level 2

Youthful sky, there should be belong to your happiness, but there will be a lot of distress and helplessness, in spite of this, your dream is still bright. Wandering through, lonely, you will learn to be strong, even if the heart sometimes hurt, but never flash flashing tears.

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The Yangtze River We came to the Wei Jiao lock. On the bridge, looking at the Yangtze River from afar, it looks like a winding dragon lying across the motherland. Before long, we came to the Yangtze River, which we had longed for. The scenery here is so beautiful! The torrential river constantly lapping the river bank; there are a few small boats on the shore, there is the impact of the waves swaying, over the river, a few brave petrels against the sea wind wings flying.

River tide As the tide rolls in, it lifts up a gust of white waves, like large rolling white clouds in the sky. When the river tide first appeared, it was silent, but now you can hear a rumbling sound. It was like the sound of a factory machine turning. After a few minutes, the tide has reached the river surface three or four meters away from us. Only to see the tide rolled forward, forward cover, stirring up the waves to form a new tide, about one or two meters high. The tide was accompanied by a loud rumbling sound like that of an approaching train, like a herd of wild horses running wild, crossing the trench and rushing over the hill, lunging one after another, and when the tide was about eighteen meters away from them, the sound of the tide was like the howl of a herd of beasts in a huge primeval forest, accompanied by the raging tide of the river, and some of the timid ones couldn't help but cover their ears. All of a sudden, the embankment seems to be shaking, splashing water poured on the human face, hands, there is a cold feeling, people can not help but back a few steps. At this time, the original calm as a mirror of the river, the waves rolled, like a dike of water, a flood.

Songhua River in winter In winter, the Songhua River is a different scene. In the frozen river, children in the ice gyroscope, playing plow. Swimmers riding ice sails, horse-drawn plows, in the minus thirty degrees Celsius temperature, there are people swimming in the water, there are old people, young people, teenagers, both men and women. Look, how tenacious the will of the people of the ice city is, they chopped the waves, stirring up waves on the water.

Green Minjiang River Look, Minjiang River bed, must be green jade made, otherwise, how the river green so charming, really want to hook people's souls! A river of green water, through the car window, the human face, tablecloths, new light-colored clothes ...... are whisked on a layer of light green shadow. When the river occasionally broke through to the reef, flying up millions of snowball waves, the green shadow only suddenly convergence.

Li River The Li River in winter is also very beautiful. Although it is not as vibrant as spring, as lively as summer and as fruitful as fall, it is so pure and quiet. Climbing the Li River next to the Folding Color Mountain far away, the Li River like a bright green band, from far to near around the wear mountain, Elephant Trunk Hill, Fubo Mountain ...... so that Guilin's landscape will always be so clean and handsome.

Calm river The moon in the middle of the sky, silver light like water, pouring on the river, sparkling ripples reflecting the cool silver, the river has lost the raging and turbulence of the past, but has a peaceful realm, there is no emotion of the river going east here, and there is no lamentation of the dead. Here there is only rest after labor, only people satisfied with the happiness.

Jinsha River The green satin clear Jinsha River water, lined with colorful and beautiful quiet village, slowly flowing, issued a clattering light sound. This sound is very pleasant in the wilderness. Then, with the injection of the Yangtze River into the other tributary convergence, the two rivers collide, suddenly, the waves, white waves, rumbling, rumbling ...... as if ten thousand horses galloped, whistling flow into the distance, powerful, unstoppable.

The Twisting River From time to time, waterfalls here swoop down from the mountains to the center of the river, splashing a piece of water. The river changes with the mountains, nine twists and turns, peaks and turns. I watched from the bow of the boat, not realizing that I had passed through this picturesque Witch's Gorge promenade.

Spring of the Songhua River Spring is here, the Songhua River ice melted, ice rows in a mountainous trend downstream, with the ice rows of each other crowded sound, accompanied by clattering, brushing the brush the sound of happy water, attracting many tourists. When you stand on the Songhua River Bridge to watch as if the horses galloped on the scroll, but also seems to be listening to a magnificent symphony.

Hometown of the Qingyi River On the steep mountain rocks, a few wildflowers dotted between the thorn bushes. A river that looks like a jade belt flows slowly from the foot of the mountain. On the surface of the river, there is a faint twilight color, and a touch of the blood red of the setting sun drips down from the west. It dripped onto the deep-dyed surface of the river. In the gentle river breeze, a patch of rice straw by the river swayed gently. This, in summer, is the banks of the Qingyi River, the banks of the Qingyi River in my hometown.

The river under the setting sun The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the water, like ten thousand points of broken gold, glittering. Waves in the light wind blowing, softly, meekly together and down, soothingly forward, forward ...... each rising wave tops, are flashing dazzling bright light. They flashed, rippled, teasing each other, messing around, lively, lively. From a distance, it looks like a tail of gold scales of the big carp is rowing double fins, wagging their tails swimming. How many of these carp are chasing and playing in the river?

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Hometown River Late at night, accompanied by the moonlight outside the window, my thoughts fly ah fly ah fly to the hometown of the river.