Butterflies fly by
Among flying creatures, butterflies are like tourists in dreams. It seems to be flying somewhere, intermittently. Bao Luoting has a song called My Life. I don't know what his life is like. He is drunk, a little confused, half sweet and half sad, like a butterfly.
Butterflies wander around as if looking for something lost. Look carefully, it didn't lose anything, tentacles and wings are all its possessions. It flies, jumps, and stomps like a person. Perhaps, it regards the land as the ocean, and is afraid that the waves will wet its clothes.
Butterflies have big dreams. When they land on the bushes, they are actually working. Dreams fly until they wake up. It dreamed that the concrete floor of the city was covered with cabbage and cruciferous broccoli, and the clear spring water rose from the roof to make the air better. Butterflies are very picky about air. Their lungs are too fragile. Butterfly also dreamed that the moon negotiated with the sun and was on duty for it. The moonlight is connected day and night, foggy. Butterflies pervade the city, like emerald leaves, but they are silent.
People prefer to think of butterflies as women, just as they can think of all birds as men. Birds fly straight, like soldiers. Birds have been to many places, and butterflies have been in the grass all their lives. If butterflies are not afraid of life and fly into human homes through open windows, their homes will add aura.
Falling on the forehead of a sleeping child is like an angel's blessing.
On the page, as if words were white flowers.
Fall on the edge of the basin, like a basin full of spring water, gurgling.
It landed on the shoes, as if it had just walked through the grass of flowers.
Falling on pillows, people dream that flowers on trees burst like firecrackers, and grass floods the earth like streams.
Butterflies fall on the bamboo flute on the wall, the flute hole will itch, and the qu cards will be lined up in the heart: Pingsha geese, Santan printing the moon, and the big board partridge flying.
Butterflies fly over people's bedrooms, look at people's beds, kitchens, toothbrushes and glasses, slowly fly out of the window, and then sleepwalk. Spring is the season of dreaming. Flying and dreaming, butterflies are like young people.
All good things in the world have a shelf life.
I appreciate a cartoon by Jimmy, a Taiwanese cartoonist, entitled "Validity". The center of the cartoon is a light green water. There are some vines with thick leaves and purple flowers on them, and there are two big stones in the middle. There are two people sitting on the big stone, one big and one small, and a curious little frog is squatting on the small stone. A small paper boat came quietly in the lower left corner, and the dim shadow was reflected in the water, so holy, so poetic, so lonely and so helpless. The poem next to it reads: "A small paper boat floated leisurely, sucked up enough water and gradually sank. All the goodness in the world has a deadline. "
At the moment I saw the cartoon, my heart seemed to be stung by something. "All good things in the world have a shelf life", full of Zen.
Good things always have a "shelf life".
There is a "deadline" for a career. No matter how brilliant and great our cause is, its influence on others will be limited, and it is impossible for future generations to act completely according to our experience and ideas; At the same time, the age at which a person can do business is limited. A village is not as good as a village, and a shop is not as good as a shop.
Feelings have a "validity period". Parents can accompany you for the first half of your life, but they can't care for the second half of your life; Children can accompany you all your life, but you can't participate in the first half of your life ... you can't have all the family fun you want in all the time and space, just as a bird can't have its own beautiful voice in every season.
There are countless "expiration dates" in life, and many friends are like "passers-by", who come and go in a hurry and have "expiration dates"; Dreams change with time, and when they reach a certain goal, loss will follow, and there is a "validity period"; Money makes us luxurious, but the happiness we get from it is decreasing day by day. There is a "expiration date" ... The "expiration date" of everything in the world runs through the whole process of our lives and fills every corner of our hearts.
The transience of good things has taught us to cherish. We love plum blossom because it is exposed in winter; We like chrysanthemum because it smiles in autumn. If there is no "shelf life" for flowers in the world, we can have them whenever we want, and our expectation and gratitude for flowers will be greatly reduced. The "shelf life" of things also inspired our enterprising spirit. Everything is limited by time. When everything may be too late, what we naturally think of is to achieve what we want and pay our accumulated emotions within the validity period of life. Life shows us a truth: the more people who are afraid of the disappearance of time, the farther they go, the greater the radius of life; The more people feel that they have too much time, the easier it is to be framed by their inner sticks, and the smaller the world is.
"All good things in the world have a shelf life", which is an unchangeable natural law. This rule will not change because of your position, fame or wealth. What we can do is to make this good thing last longer and longer. As long as we make unremitting efforts for a better extension, our life is valuable and deserves the respect of all those who pass by you.
land
Land, a heavy and complicated word, is always full of strange and unspeakable emotions. It is the source of life and the place where human beings live and roam. So it has also been given various complicated meanings. No matter from politics, economy or culture, we can interpret rich connotations.
Almost without exception, all nationalities in the world put land in an important position in the myth of creation. In the legend that Nu Wa made man in China, Nu Wa created life with loess, and the descendants of China continued from then on. In ancient Greek myths and legends, there was a hero named Antai, and his mother was the land god Gage. When Antai is fighting the enemy, as long as his feet stay on the ground, he can continuously draw strength from the earth and defeat any powerful opponent. One sentence in the Bible is even more exciting: Moses will lead God's people to a place flowing with honey and milk.
Since mankind began to multiply on the earth, a place flowing with honey and milk has become a glorious dream shared by all mankind. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Zhong Er, the son of Qi State, was exiled, hungry and cold. When he met a villager begging for food, he got a handful of clay, and Zhong Er held it high above his head to show his respect. Land is the source of our life. Besides worshipping, what other ways can we express our gratitude?
From ancient times to the present, poets and poets have regarded the land as the object of deep affection, from the ancient folk song "Digging a well to drink and plow the fields to eat" to the modern poet Ai Qing "Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ",this land bears the dreams of almost everyone. Writer Andrew West said: "When I set foot on soft land, I felt my limbs stretched out and my blood surged." British philosopher Bertrand Russell said: "We will always be the creation of the earth, and our life is a part of the life of the earth. Just like animals and plants, we also draw nutrition from them. "
The industrial revolution has greatly strengthened human's ability to conquer nature, and scientific and technological progress has brought good news to human beings. On the other hand, with the rumble of machines, large areas of barren land have been reclaimed and the terrain has been changed by human beings in an unprecedented way.
There is a poem by Holderlin: Life is full of hardships, but it lives poetically on the earth. Ye Saining said that on earth, we only live for a lifetime. This poetic dwelling may be based on human's re-understanding of the land.
It should be close to land.
Land, a heavy and complicated word, is always full of strange and unspeakable emotions. It is the source of life and the place where human beings live and roam. So it has also been given various complicated meanings. No matter from politics, economy or culture, we can interpret rich connotations.
Almost without exception, all nationalities in the world put land in an important position in the myth of creation. In the legend that Nu Wa made man in China, Nu Wa created life with loess, and the descendants of China continued from then on. In ancient Greek myths and legends, there was a hero named Antai, and his mother was the land god Gage. When Antai is fighting the enemy, as long as his feet stay on the ground, he can continuously draw strength from the earth and defeat any powerful opponent. One sentence in the Bible is even more exciting: Moses will lead God's people to a place flowing with honey and milk.
Since mankind began to multiply on the earth, a place flowing with honey and milk has become a glorious dream shared by all mankind. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Zhong Er, the son of Qi State, was exiled, hungry and cold. When he met a villager begging for food, he got a handful of clay, and Zhong Er held it high above his head to show his respect. Land is the source of our life. Besides worshipping, what other ways can we express our gratitude?
From ancient times to the present, poets and poets have regarded the land as the object of deep affection, from the ancient folk song "Digging a well to drink and plow the fields to eat" to the modern poet Ai Qing "Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ",this land bears the dreams of almost everyone. Writer Andrew West said: "When I set foot on soft land, I felt my limbs stretched out and my blood surged." British philosopher Bertrand Russell said: "We will always be the creation of the earth, and our life is a part of the life of the earth. Just like animals and plants, we also draw nutrition from them. "
The industrial revolution has greatly strengthened human's ability to conquer nature, and scientific and technological progress has brought good news to human beings. On the other hand, with the rumble of machines, large areas of barren land have been reclaimed and the terrain has been changed by human beings in an unprecedented way.
There is a poem by Holderlin: Life is full of hardships, but it lives poetically on the earth. Ye Saining said that on earth, we only live for a lifetime. This poetic dwelling may be based on human's re-understanding of the land.
Vegetable woman
I met a woman in a cafe. Wearing dark clothes, a pair of red sneakers, a black turtleneck and a gray-black cotton scarf. The face is thin, the outline is clean, and there is almost no makeup. At first glance, it looks a little haggard, but when you look closely, there is a sense of beauty. The eyebrows are dark and strong, the eyes are gentle, and the hair is tied behind the head, revealing the forehead. What is unforgettable is her smile. It's so warm, my eyes are bent with laughter. She is not stingy with her beautiful smile, so that it shines on strangers' faces like sunshine, which is shocking.
The man next to me said that if my daughter got up early, it would be great to see her mother smile like this.
The definition of beauty is that if she walks into the crowd, she will feel that she is an independent person, and the abrupt existence will make others feel the change of air immediately. Ordinary people walk into the crowd, just like water drops flowing into the ocean without a trace. This definition is paranoid, but it is clear. This has nothing to do with the five senses
If a woman has some men's characters, she will have a solid beauty. I like a woman with a slightly neutral temperament. This neutral temperament doesn't mean that she can't wear high heels or a little dress. Neutral temperament represents an internal structure and a kind of strength.
People like plants are beautiful. Their experience is unique, but their words and deeds are not exaggerated at all. Treat people sincerely and frankly, with a rough elegance. The outlook on life is open and firm, self-contained and uncontested. If you see that people, no matter what occupation, are too eager to perform in front of people and try to sell and perform through various media, you will feel that the animal side is too obvious. Kung fu is full, ambition is obvious, and it is prosperous and enthusiastic. In the end, it is just a common mediocrity.
A girl is as gorgeous and innocent as a rose on the wall, which is the spring scenery in the world. A mature woman should approach the firm silence of the tree. Their existence is a boon to the biological world. They are rare and precious.
I believe
I believe that everyone in the world has an obligation to safeguard human dignity.
I believe it is everyone's responsibility to help others and contribute to society. I believe that the strong should especially learn to listen to the silent cries of the weak; A strong man without compassion is just a vulgar man.
I believe that only those who adhere to principles and have correct values can build an upright, orderly and harmonious society.
A world without principles is a world without mutual trust.
I believe that only by constantly pursuing truth and fairness can a just society be established.
I believe that there is no spiritual civilization, only the appearance of material prosperity. It is a boring, selfish and dangerous world.
I believe that people with ideals are proud, honest, and ignorant people are often blinded by arrogance and fantasy.
The key to the success of the strong lies in whether they can rely on their own will and stick to their correct ideals and principles; Rely on our perseverance to practice our beliefs, responsibilities and obligations, and create a rich spirit and a rich home with our knowledge; Can we integrate the wisdom and strength of our life into our culture and make it last forever in a rapidly changing world? Can we contribute to the country we love and create greater happiness, well-being, prosperity and extraordinary future for her?
I am not a smart person. I have only one simple way to treat employees: one is to give them a fairly satisfactory salary bonus, and the other is to think that he should be able to raise children in the future. So our employees are still working for the company the day before they retire, and they will put themselves in the company's shoes. Because the company really thinks about our employees.
I will never agree to do whatever it takes to succeed. If so, even if I am a little lucky, it won't last long.
Winter, spring under fog.
A drop of water, with a clear dream, through the dark blue night.
When all is silent, the distant mountains sleep, the rivers sleep and the eaves sleep. The trees finally refused to live in a monotonous winter. In the middle of the night, they are still planning for spring. One is pure white, and the other is purple, which makes a lot of flowers. In a blooming dream, the tree finally couldn't help laughing. Qingling's laughter flew out of the treetops and collided with the water that happened to pass by. The smile of the tree and the dream of water are broken and scattered into a misty mist, which is scattered in the empty space at night.
This argument is surprising and even more shocking. Everywhere is white, pure white, hazy white, inhabiting every inch of accessible space in the morning light, either thick or light. Thick, unrestrained, unrestrained, from the grassy sky to the ground, vast, woven into an ultimate mellow, no matter how you look at it or distinguish it, you can't explore its profundity; That light seems to have caught some hint of God's will, only omitting the thick edges, just like the floc of snowflakes trimmed for someone's fingers, so that you can see and touch it, but you can clearly feel its coolness and wetness.
Cities, trees, pedestrians, things that are commonplace and can't be called landscapes, have become fascinating and mysterious because of this subtle spread. Rows of buildings, leaving only sharp tops, float and sink in this white ocean. The pedestrians on the road are shadowy, and behind them, it is also a vast expanse of white. The tree that stayed up all night was covered with the fragments of dreams left by water, which condensed into rime and became a hundred flowers in winter, crystal clear.
I found my long-lost brush and tried to depict this ethereal beauty and hung it on my wall. When I put pen to paper, I found that fog is actually the most difficult painting to describe. The depth is uneven and difficult to grasp. If you paint too much, you will lose the spirituality and obscurity of the fog, but if you only use a kind of light ink to outline it, you will feel unwilling, because its original fullness and roundness can't be expressed only by some sparse, virtual and solid interludes.
I lost my pen and walked into the fog. I take a step forward, the fog is full, and I can tell if I take a step back, but it is about one meter in front of me.
The street is quiet in the morning. A few sparrows fly around, from one tree to another, from one grass stem to another, pecking at grass seeds on the grass, or combing unkempt feathers with pointed mouths. As soon as the wind blows, the fog falls gently and softly on my hair, on my shoulders and on my eyelashes, just like a snowstorm when I go home at night, and it gets slightly cold in the blink of an eye.
The water condensed by fog dripped on the grass, making a "da" and "da" sound. Grass, gradually wet, soft, grass, full of dew, stretched yellow body, whispering, it seems that I can hear their cheerful laughter, and when I passed through these yellow, I accidentally found a hint of green!
I have always been dull, and suddenly I have a strange surprise. I know, whether in the city or in the countryside, spring comes from the grass at the earliest. Although the grass is still far away and there is nothing, the green trace on the tip of the blade has revealed the information of spring. I held my breath and looked at the grass with the rhythm of life. The pearls were hanging and a fresh spring came to my face. I just know that in the dream carried by that drop of water, the wind letter of spring was originally hidden, and once it dispersed, it fell into the world. From the top of the grass, a plant spreads, a tree sprouts and a flower blooms.
Standing at the end of this white, I suddenly felt that I was a grass. After a long winter dormancy and being moistened by fog, I started a new round of growth. Coupled with the new buds of trees and flowers, I interpret the whole spring as colorful and fragrant.
When I left, I remembered the light green in my heart. I believe that when I meet the cold winter again, no matter how cold the wind is and how sharp the ice is, I can still find those hopes standing on the grass tips in the fog.
Thinking in autumn
Autumn is a beautiful season. Although autumn is often cold and rainy, it is uncomfortable, but it is also warm and bright, golden and yellow. This is my favorite autumn. I like to observe quietly, how the trunk turns yellow and how the leaves fall. Some flowers and trees are still enchanting and gorgeous, and full of green is full of vitality, as if unwilling to observe the chronological order, unwilling to accept old age, or even unwilling to die; Some flowers and trees are content with their own destiny. Even though they are dying, they proudly maintain their charm and dye their petals in charming warm colors, as if they are willing to beautify their lives and serve people for a mature and eternal mission.
Sitting alone in the quiet of autumn, reading books, daydreaming, strolling on the boulevard, listening to the rustling of dead leaves under your feet, what a refreshing thing! The autumn sunset, warm sunshine, all the wet smells, and the smell of nuts that I often smelled when I was a child, all made me cherish it all the more.
On such a day, my thoughts are really churning and full of imagination. Looking back, I suddenly saw the scene of meeting and parting as clearly as a photo. Those cold and empty stations and airports, which were hard to believe at that time, have become so far away now.
Time flies, the passage of time, it makes me understand my mistakes and fallacies. However, the cycle of time will never come back.
There are often memories in life: you are proud of it and don't want to change at all. Maybe when something incredible happens in your life, you will do it again. Joy, sometimes even self-confidence, encourages you, because at that time, you already knew and found a way of life. Although you have experienced many vicissitudes, hardships and misfortunes, you can maintain human dignity and virtue.
Being far away from my relatives and leaving my hometown has added a lot of pain and homesickness to my heart. Everyone misses each other in different ways. Some people have fallen morally and physically, while some people with firm thoughts are still loyal to themselves and their principles and beliefs.
If a person can withstand the baptism of any wind, frost, rain and snow and find the right direction at every crossroads in life, he will never lose his true colors.
Missing growth is endless pain. If your experience and knowledge are needed by eager people, it is a great pleasure in life. It should be noted that people, like nature, are handed down from generation to generation.
The bleak autumn wind blew off the last leaf, the rain soaked the vast land, the air became humid, the roof washed by the rain shone, and the outlines of houses and streets could be clearly seen through the bare branches.
A special peace has come, and a deeper and more peaceful state of thinking has begun. Calm down and think about yourself and life.