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I. Wang Guozhen

1: "Life" when laughter fades into silence, when confidence becomes lost, I am approaching the footsteps of dreams, whether it is still firm and persistent; when the smile is lost in the desert of the heart, when the frost and snow are frozen, the family promises, my helpless heart, whether Still green and fresh. Who is not eager to harvest, who has not suffered bitter, who does not want the branches of life to be full of fruit, who is willing to turn hope into a flower of dreams. Between reality and ideal, the constant is the trek, between dim and glory, the constant is the development. Get rid of the secular shackles, no one wants, let a lifetime be spent in the inaction. Organize your line, different starting points, you can reach the same brilliant end. There is no right or wrong in life, and success is always a struggle.

2, "I like to leave": I like to leave, only the place to arrive belongs to yesterday, even if the mountain is clear again, the water is re-show, the wind is gentle, too deep nostalgia has become a kind of sly, stunned Not only your feet, but also the future.

3. Marriage to Happiness has a future goal that always makes us happy. Like the gray moth flying to the fire, willing to be a captive of the flames, swinging is your non-stop footsteps, flying is the tassels you keep on. Beautiful, in a deep love day, who can tell clearly, what is sweet, what is bitter. I only know that if I am sure, I will not hesitate. If you want to lose, you will lose to the pursuit, and you will marry and marry.

4. "Love Life": I don't think about whether I can succeed. Since we have chosen a distant place, we will only care about the wind and rain. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since I love roses, I will bravely reveal my sincerity. I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and cold rain behind me. Since the goal is the horizon, the only thing left for the world is the back. I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy. As long as you love life, everything is expected.

5, "Cut the constant love": I originally thought this trip, you can forget, your beautiful eyes; you can cut, the silky feelings; and the autumn wind, but also the sorrow of the wind; who ever I want to come to the end; the mountains and rivers are still the same, and the love is still the same; your figure is just behind you and goes to the front.

Second, Bi Shumin

1. Remind Happiness: In short, happiness is a moment without pain. He did not appear less frequently than we thought. People often just picked up the golden mane on the ground when the happy golden carriage drove far, and I saw it. People like specimens that are happy, but they ignore the moment when happiness is covered with dew. At that time, we often rushed to look forward to the future, I do not know what to do. Some people in the world have predicted typhoons. Some people have predicted locusts, some have predicted plagues, some have predicted earthquakes, but no one has predicted happiness.

2 "Make the Heart": The frontier of the heart can be made very large, like the most exaggerated gold foil, laying the whole universe, including the sun and the moon, without a dark cloud, covering the vast territory of the mind; no earthquake The volcano can completely cover the magnificent architecture of the soul; without any storm, you can freeze the hot springs in the depths of the soul; there is no kind of natural disasters and man-made disasters, you can let the hearts of the fields fall in the fall.

The size of the heart can also be reduced to a very small size. Can only accommodate one home, one person, one sesame, one drop of virus. A trace of rain drowned him; when a hurricane, it shattered it; a rumor made it painful to live; a conspiracy, it would be ruined.

Excellent heart, not gorgeous, but must be strong. Because life has too many crushes and a blow, it will meet with the lonely soul in the dark. If there is no meticulous special design, the simple heart is easy to be hurt, and it will not be able to survive. Without self-healing skills, it is the door to no defense. A small injury, it leaked the whole body cream, a star of gunpowder, burned the castle.

3, "The face is facing the sky": Yes, I am not beautiful. But it is not a patent for a beautiful woman, but a way of life that all women can choose. Look around us. Every tree, every leaf grass, every flower, no makeup, facing the sun, facing the snow, they are natural and natural. They will age and die, but aging and dying are also true. Why do human beings who are the heads of all things hide themselves behind the powder and oil? We all age. I am calmly watching my age, just like looking at the white sails that are gradually approaching in the distance. Why do you want to cover up this reality? Concealing is not only in vain, but first of all a kind of weakness. Self-confidence is not inversely proportional to age, just as self-confidence is not directly proportional to beauty. Courage is not stored in your face, but in your own hands. Cosmetics are nothing but high-molecular compounds, some fruit juices, and some animal fats. They are irrelevant to human self-confidence and courage. Just like the building needs reinforced iron bones to support, and it is by no means a few flashy bamboo rafts. I believe that the smile without makeup is more pure and beautiful. I believe that the eyes without makeup are more frank and sincere. I believe that women who do not wear makeup have more courage to face. life. If not for work, if not for etiquette. In my life, I will never wear makeup.

Third, Yu Qiuyu

1. "About Friendship": Friendship is profound because of the lack of demand, regardless of whether they are balanced or unbalanced. The poet Zhou Tao described a profound balance: "The two trees that have been chatting for a long time in the summer, see each other's yellow leaves falling in the autumn wind, they quiet for a moment, say goodbye to each other, 'See you next summer'" Chu Chu I wrote an unbalanced profoundness: "I really want to live for you, but I am exhausted. Before the end of my life, you didn't arrive, just to look at you, I just fell here." The fall of nothing is the nobleness of poetry.

2, "Breakout" Bu operation Yuan Su Dongpo Missing moon hanging Shutong, leaking people quiet. Who sees the secluded person living alone? Gonely and lonely. I was shocked but turned back, and there was hate no one. Picking up the cold branches and not willing to live, the lonely sandbar is cold.

It is this unspeakable loneliness that has completely washed away the shackles of life, looking for silent landscapes and searching for the ancients who have died. Looking for dialogue in a place where dialogue is impossible, the dialogue must also become unusual. The soul like Su Dongpo is silent. So, sooner or later, there will always be a grand miracle that will surprise the world. Lonely, Su Dongpo experienced a reinvention in the overall sense, which also enabled his artistic talent to obtain a distillation and sublimation. He, really matured----and many people from all over the world, after a disaster, matured in the rebirth after the silence, mature and backcountry, mature and almost no one is at his side. Maturity is a kind of bright and not dazzling light, a kind of mellow but not greasy sound, a kind of calmness that no longer needs to be observed by others, a kind of atmosphere that finally stops the demand for the surrounding, a smile that ignores the noisy, a kind of scrub The extreme indifference, a kind of thick without a sound, a height that is not steep, the luxuriant pride passed through the leaven, the sharp mountain winds closed, and the rushing stream merged into the lake.

Fourth, scattered

1. Love and hate are two drops of water on a glass plate. Sometimes they are mixed together and cannot be separated from each other. Sometimes, after evaporation of time, they are all gone.

2, tears, is the heart of the lover, how lingering words in the poet's pen, happy, sad, angry, grateful, tears will involuntarily flow out. If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then the tears are the crystallization of emotions. The person who misses the tears, should; the person who does not miss also tears, is to play with emotions, for the decent, not crying. Our tears will flow, but the tears of true heart, the tears of kindness, do not fake the ugly tears. Our tears must be valuable, not just a form.

3, I love the rain, love the rain, love to listen to the rain, love to think of the rain, but also love the rain. Rain, like hope, like hope, is also like faith; rain, like vows, like promises, also like waiting. Waiting for another rain, waiting for another failure, waiting for another rebirth, and waiting for another rain. The cold wind set off the decadent willow branches, unable to struggle in the wind and rain, like survival, it is waiting, waiting for the new life, waiting for the yellow, waiting for the cycle of life.

4, the tree is growing into a new leaf, as if something is coming out, the first sprouts are quietly blooming, and the little green is just like some kind of resentment. Whether they are reborn, we are old. No, they will die, they will be completely new, and the tricks of the year are being written on the tree rings. The trees that never rest are still swaying. In the mature and dense year of May, they died last year. They seem to be telling them to start reborn, reborn, and reborn.

5, the flower is so weak, and then beautiful again, still can not afford to come to the cold rain late night, spring red thank you hurried, only full of grievances. The flower is a beautiful warrior. In the storm, despite the green and red skin, I will not bow my head. Life is the same, like a delicate glass wine glass, often can not withstand the impact of natural disasters and man-made disasters, smash into a cellar, each piece is a transparent heart, life is often like a silk flower, with many years of tears and sweat, mixed with blood and water Only will you have a moment to laugh at the world.

6. Zhuangzi is a lonely tree, a lonely tree that guards the soul moon in the middle of the night. Why are the moon not lost when we mostly sleep in the dark? It is because of such a tree that guards the soul moon alone in the breeze night. Zhuangzi's eyes are extremely cold and his heart is extremely hot. The eyes are cold, so it doesn't matter; the heart is hot, so the sorrow is tens of thousands. Although it is useless and cannot be forgotten, in the end, the hottest hangs, although it can't be forgotten, and finally does not start, in the end, cold eyes see through.

7, some people say that life is like a cup of boiled water, put some salt, it is salty, add some sugar, it is sweet. The quality of life depends on the mood to adjust. Everyone's heart is a crystal ball, glittering, and people who are loyal to life always refract colorful to every corner of their lives, making life vibrant and colorful. Happiness is always open, and when you are unhappy, you have to be open-minded, often full of vitality, and happiness becomes a habit.

The 8th era is developing. Now, when we no longer look at the tension from the perspective of war and iron, tension has more meaning to explore. Short-term tension, very good. It will give us an extraordinary explosive power. However, things in the world, there are definitely ones that come at hand, but they are limited. A lot of success is bred in the long-term trek. Tension is a 100-meter sprint, and growth is a marathon. Long-term tension, like long-lasting spurs, cannot be sustained. It can lead to slow response, tension can cope with one moment, and tension cannot reach eternal.

9. Your destiny is half in your own hands and the other half in the hands of God. The whole thing in your life is to use what you have in your hands to get the grasp of God's hand. The more extraordinary your efforts, the bigger the half you have in your hands, and the more you get. When you are completely desperate, don't forget that you have half the fate. When you are smug, don't forget that God still has half the fate. The effort of your life is to use half of your own to get half of God's hand. This is the life of fate, this is the fate of a lifetime.

In addition, there is, below, I started playing purely ~~~~

The sun doesn't seem to want to go back, reluctantly revealing a faint face behind the clouds. The darker the clouds, the thicker and thicker, and even later, even the faint face disappeared. The wind blew, with a bit of arrogance, cold, and the flowers that were about to be gathered down, lying there slouchy, like a serious illness; the wires were blown and squeaky, stunned The ground shook in the air: the leaves of the branches did not want to leave the hopeful branches, but they were hard to be smashed down and thrown to the ground.----"Sky Sketch"

I looked out the window, a day when the sun was laughing. The cloud curled up its bulging body and swayed in the air. I didn't have time to open the fantasies of the season. It was too late to blow the wet rainy season. The birds couldn't finish the story of the spring, and the summer's gloom was with me. The so-called sly, suddenly screamed and screamed. ---- "蝉禅"

The season is disappearing non-stop... I thought that at the beginning, the creator painted the four colors in a clear year: the spring green of the spring, the autumn orange, the winter white. The sun and the moon are suspended, the Qiankun is flowing, and the time is four o'clock. It nourishes the heavens and the earth, and also nurtures the sensitive soul and pious feelings of human beings. The season is an order that governs every gust of wind, every cloud, every move, every sigh. --"season"

In my opinion, a person is like a flower bud that is not open. Most books read by one person have little effect on most of the things he does. But there are certain things in the book that have a special meaning to a person. These things evoke a petal, the petals are opened one by one, and finally the flowers are opened. - Maugham

The thin hues of Xiaguang illuminate the leaves from the amber-like transparent leaves, but they are so simple, and the mist is diffused. At this moment, the shadow of a white horse is far and near, the rider is dressed in a burgundy costume, thin and young, with a heroic spirit, but under the Populus euphratica, it has only become a small silhouette, breaking through the silence... ... ——Yu Qiuyu

Suddenly, there was some abnormality between the heavens and the earth, a faint commotion, a sound that was not so loud but must be very loud, full of intercession. Such as the earthquake precursors, such as the tsunami will come, such as the landslide, the moment is a kind of inexplicable tension, and nervous and eager to attach. I don't know if I walked away or was sucked by it. I was finally shocked. I was standing in front of Fulong. In front of me, there was a torrent of turmoil and a big earthquake. ——The author of Dujiangyan is the same as above

Even standing on the reef on the beach, there is no such strong attraction to the water as here. The sea is a graceful gathering. The party is too deep and too deep. It makes people forget that it is a real water and a water that can be held. The water here is different. It is not too much to say, but the stocks are all rejuvenated, and the power of flying together is eager to live. - Same as above

Perhaps the water flow is a little angry with his own taming, suddenly smashing the wild, slamming the roar, but the more it shows, the more magnificent it is. It has been roaring to the point of conviction, and there is no drop of water in the wrong direction. In the sinister atmosphere, there is a thousand years of conquest. The water is here, and it’s enough to eat enough. It’s like a marathon athlete who has crossed the barriers and put the most powerful life into the rules. - Same as above

Some hearts are made of steel, and they are so dark. Some hearts are made of ice and snow, high and cold. Some hearts are made of silk, silky and elegant. Some hearts are made of glass, crystal clear and thin. Some hearts are made of bamboo, sharp and thorny. Some hearts are made of wood and are numb. Some hearts are made of red clay, rough and plain. Some hearts are made with Huanglian, and they are suffering. Some hearts are made of garbage, and their faces are awkward. Some hearts are made with lies, and hundreds of holes are sore. Some hearts are made of corpses, and they are rotted. Some hearts are made of cobra saliva, which is extremely poisonous and brutal. - Bi Shumin, "Building Hearts"

Make a heart with craftsmanship. A dexterous heart is sewn like a gold purse. A jar of quaint heart is as thick as a hundred years old. A smart heart, fast induction sparkling fire. A scribbled heart, the door can be taken away. The heart of a pool of random, lack of good and chaotic. A piece of woven thorns, secretly traps everywhere. One and a half is delicate and half is sloppy, like a broken dyke of termite bites. The empty heart inside an embroidered pillow is a parallel product in the fake and shoddy heart. ——

The heart can be very hard, more than any metal known in the world. The heart can be very soft, such as crying like a complaint. The heart can be very tough, thousands of times of grievances, still flat as ever. The heart can be very brittle, one is careless, and suddenly the fragrant jade is broken. ——

The heart is the sea of ​​blood, where the character, wisdom, and sentiment of each person are gathered, and the quality of the heart is the quality of the person. Have a kind heart, love the world, love your life, love yourself and love everyone. There is a self-improvement heart, will be hard-working and hard-working, and will not be shocked. Have a heart of dignity, will cherish nature and treat all things. There is a full-fledged heart with a full flow of wings, and it will take the fantasy space shuttle and touch the shoulders of the moon. ——

I also liked it very simply. I saw one of his articles in a essay, but I didn’t even read it in the bookstore. Here is what I read and then copied.

Let the world have its footsteps, let me keep my embarrassment, when the festering heart is no longer wanting to do a little bit of thinking, let me quietly return to my jealousy, to remember as a couch, to be sad This is my only beauty.

Time is like a boring prisoner. I keep playing black and white cards for me. The space is like a big stone mill. I slowly grind it. I have to squeeze out the blood fat from the person, even when the last drop of blood drops. Only to be thrown away. The world has an unchanging pace, and there is naturally a set of cruel rules and filtering methods. Life is a hangman, there is no tomorrow on the blade.

Leave the smile to yesterday. Let the people who understand it understand, let the people who do not understand do not understand, let the world be the world, I am willing to be my embarrassment. - "Beautiful 茧"