Author: Xing Linzi
(1) Life and Life
At night, I was writing under the lamp, and a moth kept flying over my head, harassing me. When it stopped in front of the stage, I reached out and grabbed it. I tried to kill it, but it flapped its wings and struggled desperately. I feel a force of life in my hands, so powerful! So vivid! Such a small moth won't move again as long as I press my finger a little hard, but the wings struggling in my hand shocked me and I couldn't help letting it go!
I often think, what is life? A sweet melon seed fell into a brick crack in the corner. A few days later, a small melon seedling appeared. What kind of power is contained in that little seed? Unexpectedly, it can break through the hard shell and grow and stand indomitable on the concrete floor without sunshine and soil. Although it only lived for a few days, its vitality was enough to shake the earth, but it made me feel awe!
Many years ago, once, I borrowed a doctor's stethoscope to listen to my heartbeat. The steady and regular beating gave me a great shock. This is my life. It belongs to me alone. I can make good use of it or spoil it in vain; I can make it live more meaningfully, or I can make it waste my life. It's all in my head. I have to be responsible for myself.
Although the life span of the body is short, the process of birth, aging, illness and death is often unpredictable. However, it is up to us to exert infinite value from our limited life and let us live more wonderfully.
From that moment on, I promised myself that I would never live up to my life and never let it lose its confession. No matter what the future fate is, I am willing to fight for it and live bravely, regardless of happiness or misfortune.
(2) Eternal value
Among western painters, I especially appreciate Rehnova of French Impressionism, who has unique skills in using color and capturing light rhyme. I especially like the girls and children he painted. They are soft and elegant, and their eyes are like water, as if they can walk out of the painting at any time. Looking at his paintings always gives people a feeling of being suddenly enlightened.
It is said that Rehnova also suffers from arthritis. In his later years, all his joints were broken. He has to sit in a wheelchair to paint, and his easel is special. There are movable axes to move the canvas up and down. Because the joints of both hands were deformed and I couldn't hold the pen, I tied the writing brush to my hand. His friends saw him painting so hard and asked him why he didn't give up. He replied, "The pain will pass, but the beauty will stay." He didn't give up his brush until he died, and he died beside the easel.
Over the years, my right arm has been swollen because I kept writing, and it often hurts so much that I can't bend it, so I have to put my hand on the edge of the table and press it back hard. And the joints of the neck and back often make serious protests to me from time to time because they bow their heads for too long. Every time at this time, I can't help thinking of Rehnova's words. He left behind not only the beauty of art, but also the beauty of life. In such a difficult and painful situation, he still insisted on the pursuit of beauty and worked hard. This spirit of persistence and love for life is far more worthy of our respect and admiration than his immortal famous paintings.
Yes, one day the pain will pass, the tears will pass, and all the misfortunes will disappear at any time, but there are still some eternal things in our lives that we can always leave behind if we want.
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What is the masterpiece of Xinglinzi?
1969: the distant road (a collection of co-authored novels) 1976: a happy year 1977: a song of life 1979: the story of Xinglin 198 1 year. Hao Anyue, Shepherd-Yu Youren's Story 1984: Notes on the Earth and Life 1985: We, re-entering the world of mortals, Mother's face 1986: I will keep walking until the water checks my way and I feel all kinds. Reading Clouds —— Collection of Wang Xinshi's Watercolor Works (1989): Thanks for the Thorn on the Rose (1993): Is Acacia Deep (1994): The Rebellious Years of Leaving Blank (1982) renamed and reprinted. Selected Works of Xing Linzi III 1995: Song of Life (second edition), Ode to Life (second edition), Dad Adan, First House in the North Pole (second edition) 1997: Quality Control of Mind, Joby Book: Parenting Manual for Disabled Dolls .00009.00000000005 (Photo data) 2003: A Long Flow of Chivalrous Wind: Memoirs of Xia Liu.
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1. Real name: Xia Liu (pen name: Xinglinzi) 2. Date of birth:1February 28th, 942, which has been designated as a national memorial day by the Taiwan provincial government. Date of death: February 8, 2003. 3. Education: Graduated from Beitou Primary School. 4. Experience: Consultant of the Disability Service Center of the Ministry of Interior, head of the volunteer group of the Community Development Experimental Center of Taipei South Airport, founder of Aidan Disability Welfare Foundation, China native, and founding chairman of the National Disabled Federation, Xia Liu,/kloc-suffered from rare rheumatoid arthritis when he was 0/2 years old. At the time of onset, the hands and feet were swollen and the movement was inconvenient. Since then, they have suffered from physical and mental diseases. Edit this award-winning record. The Second Christian Literature Award-Song of Life, Top Ten Outstanding Young Women in the Eighth National Literature Award-Another Honorary Citizen of Hualien County, Honorary Citizen of Kaohsiung City, Honorary Citizen of the 13th Wu Sanlian Foundation Social Service Award, Honorary Doctor of Providence University, edited this piece of work 1969: The Road Far Away (Co-authored Novel Collection) 1976: Happy Year. 1977: Song of Life 1979: The Story of Xinglin 1980: The First Home in the Arctic 198 1 year: Song of Life 1982: Who is to blame? Shepherd-Yu Youren's Story 1984: Notes on the Earth and Life 1985: We, re-entering the world of mortals, Mother's face 1986: I will walk until the water stops me, all kinds of feelings, landscapes and land. Reading Clouds —— Collection of Wang Xinshi's Watercolor Works (1989): Thanks for the Thorn on the Rose (1993): Is Acacia Deep (1994): The Rebellious Years of Leaving Blank (1982) renamed and reprinted. Selected Works of Xinglinzi III 1995: Song of Life (second edition), Ode to Life (second edition), Dad Adan, The First Home in the Arctic (second edition) 1997: Control of Mind Quality, Baby Book: Parenting Manual for Disabled Dolls. How to spend the low tide of life (editor-in-chief), explore the deep well of life, true love is the promise of life, 22 treasures of beautiful life 2002: breaking antiques, good boy, Joby! In 2004, he edited The Legend of Chivalrous Man: Memoirs of Xia Liu. Her works are widely read, and are selected as holiday books by primary and secondary schools in Taiwan Province Province every winter and summer vacation. But she is different from those popular writers: she has a struggling heart, not aiming at whether the book sells well, but taking it as her responsibility to convince teenagers and help them establish a positive outlook on life. Her book is concise, full of sensibility, with a touch of tenderness, no complaining, indomitable spirit of not giving in to fate. Her lines are full of optimism and openness. She described all kinds of opportunities in life with humorous style, and told many challenges that fate attached to you. It can be said that her physical illness allows her to see the world quietly, and every bit of life is in her book. Reading her book is exciting. Edited by Taiwan Province Eden Disability Foundation, Xinglinzi also founded Eden Disability Foundation, which has made unremitting efforts for the medical care, work, education and welfare of the disabled. Xinglinzi and Xinglinzi's books let us see another possibility of life, a higher realm of life. Editor's Note: Xing Linzi is 6 1 year-old, and the Filipino maid suffers from mental illness. Xing Linzi was unfortunately beaten by Filipino maids and died of brain damage. Editor's friend, etc. This simple truth-what do you think when Class 2 17 in 2000 mentioned Xinglin? Her chronic illness? Her tenacious vitality? Her beautiful writing? Or her keen eyes? For me, the first thing is her article. Although I studied the article of Xinglinzi in middle school, I ignored it. It was not until my freshman year that I opened the Mandarin course and saw Friends and others as reading materials, which deeply shocked me. I have always believed that words have infinite power, which can give people hope, influence people's values and touch people's hearts. Xing Linzi's Friends and Others gave me a deep feeling in this respect. I especially admire her. She can dig out the content of the abyss of meaning from the nuances, and the lines are full of hopeful life and fresh vitality. The shock brought to me by friends and others is not only the personality charm of the author Xing Linzi, but more importantly, it has caused me to rethink my life, especially my indispensable companion-"friend". I still remember reading Feng Menglong's Sanyan in junior high school, and I was deeply moved by Zhong Ziqi and Yu Boya's Mountain Flowing Water. As a friend, the highest level is so much. "It is enough to have a bosom friend in life." I began to look for "high mountains and flowing water" that can sing with me. I insisted repeatedly that friends can last forever and surely be as vigorous as love. However, reality gave me a head-on drink! Of course, that doesn't mean I don't have any friends. I have a bosom friend who talks about everything, enjoys happiness and shares sadness. But when I was young, I only had "high mountains and flowing water" in my mind, thinking that it was just a necessity of plain life, and I wanted to find a "swan song" everywhere. However, what reality shows me is that because there are too many things to chase, friendship has also been tarnished by fame and fortune, and people's expectations of friends even tend to be biased towards what they will do for me-whether it is climbing ladders or boats fleeing the sea. The title of friend loses the chastity of friendship. Is "Friends" really a once-in-a-lifetime swan song? ? "Although they are very close friends, ... occasionally meeting on the phone is nothing more than a few ordinary words." "The harmony of the soul does not need too many words to express." This is so familiar and strange to me. Looking for it again and again, after many twists and turns, "that man is in the dim light." I laugh at my young stubbornness, but it doesn't contain a sincere heart for my friends. Friends don't have to be accompanied by Boya and his children's "high mountains and flowing waters", nor do they have to "do whatever they want" in martial arts novels. These are actually rare and hard to find. The friends we really need in real life, or the meaning of friends, are partners who can help each other, inherit each other, accompany each other and help each other on the long road of life. She is your heart-to-heart or shouting when you are bored, your laughter when you are lonely, your ecstasy when you are happy, and a pot of cold water when you are proud. Feel the affection of friends in conversation and listening, shake hands and be grateful in communication and contact. On the stormy road of life, friends can shelter you from the wind and rain, share your troubles, relieve your pain and difficulties, and friends will always lend a hand of friendship. She is the escalator when you climb the mountain, the medicine when you are injured, the bowl of white water when you are hungry, and the boat when you cross the river. She is the most precious and authentic thing, which can't be bought by money, can't be booked, and is bought with sincerity. Friends are like the stars and the moon in the night sky. They shine on each other, shine on each other, encourage each other and look at each other. Friends are embedded in silent care, they don't have to meet every day, but they are always connected; Friends don't have to be insincere, just nod and you may understand; Sometimes it's a pleasure to shine in the distance, isn't it? "In fact, friendship or love will become family ties over time." True friendship is highlighted in plain life! Xinglinzi is an unfortunate person, and fate has given her too much suffering; She is also a lucky person, and life has given her many gifts, so that she can realize the true meaning of life in a plain life. Xia Liu was unfortunately born in Xinglin Town, Fufeng County, Shaanxi Province. To commemorate her birthplace, she took Xinglinzi as her pen name. What kind of person is this? /kloc-got a strange disease when he was 0/2 years old, and the doctor diagnosed it as juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. This is a chronic disease caused by autoimmune insufficiency, which cannot be cured at all. The patient was sentenced to a long death sentence, and it was endless pain, more pain, and more painful time before death. Then why live? Xia Liu also asked himself this question. After getting sick, she watched her joints break one by one, and gradually she could not walk or jump. Physical pain is easy to bear, and the biggest pain comes from her heart. "I don't know what's the use of a patient like me who hasn't studied much and is paralyzed in bed? What am I living for? Just to suffer for yourself and drag down your family? Do I really have to lie in bed all my life and be a cripple forever? " So she told herself that if she didn't recover for three years, she wouldn't live. After three years of hard work, it still doesn't work! Well, she thought, let's extend it for another three years. If it gets any worse, we'll never live! But less than the second three years, that is, when she was 16 years old, Xia Liu found God, or God found Xia Liu. By soothing God's spirit, Xia Liu has a new interpretation of life: the biggest difference between God and the devil is that the devil tries his best to make people die, while God tries his best to make people live, and live better, more energetic and happier. So he gave people confidence, hope, courage and love; Teach us how to keep confidence in pain, hope in depression and courage in danger. He also constantly moistens our wounded hearts with love, making our lives full of vitality again and live bravely. Strong Because of his faith, Xia Liu decided to arm himself with happiness and live peacefully with pain. On her right wrist, there are a lot of small white spots, all of which are needle holes. Every time I need intravenous injection or blood drawing, the doctor shakes his head and sighs. They took the needle and poked it again and again, but they couldn't find the poor blood vessel. Some doctors fail one needle after another, often sweating profusely, and their hands holding needles are shaking. Xia Liu held back the pain and comforted them, saying, "Never mind, take your time! I am type O blood, and people say that people with type O blood are brave. " Xia Liu not only struggled tenaciously with the disease, but also learned how to love and give, and honed his character bit by bit. A writer described the writing process of meeting Xia Liu. She put a board on her lap and wrote trembling with a pen between her two fingers. Every stroke is like lifting weights, and she has to endure great pain. The writer can't stand it any longer. But in this way, Xia Liu wrote millions of words and more than 20 inspirational books. Her works may not be called exquisite literature, but they are full of pain and love. The generated power is even greater and more precious than those exquisite literature. This is her gift to the weak, the physically and mentally disabled and countless people who fell down and cried in the long night. She said: the reason why I couldn't live at that time was that I didn't know when I would get better. What is the meaning and value of life? But with faith, I have a new interpretation of life: that is, every life, whether old, weak, sick or rich, is precious! Every life has its own specific value. People judge people by their looks-looks, wealth, status. But God looks at our hearts to see if we have done our duty to our lives. He doesn't ask everyone to get a hundred points, because he knows that everyone has different talents and abilities. He only asks us to do our duty and do our best, which is enough. /kloc-at the age of 0/2, she became a girl who was troubled by illness, but with her optimistic attitude towards life and tenacious perseverance, she became a famous writer who was popular in Taiwan Province, Hongkong and Southeast Asia. Her first work, the song of sound. Her article has been included in middle school textbooks. Her prose "The Story of Xinglin", "Song of Life" and "Ode to Life" have been the designated reading materials for middle school students in Taiwan Province Province for decades, and she won the literature prize for "Another Love". Among contemporary writers in China, no one can compare with Xing Linzi's inspiration. Except for her, no one can bear a broken body to witness the tenacity, enthusiasm and beauty of life in words. At the same time, she founded ——Eden, the largest and most influential disabled organization in Taiwan Province Province. She is suffering misfortune, but she always tries her best to help others. In a blind massage parlor, she found two blind masseurs with musical talent, so she encouraged them to sing and hired a music teacher for them. Finally, the two blind masseurs became a famous music group in Taiwan Province-Voice of Shuang Fu. Xinglinzi created a miracle. No, don't say she created a miracle, she is a miracle in itself. But how did the miracle happen? Where does her strength come from? Xinglinzi is a writer who does not give in to fate. Although she has left, she still lives in the reader's heart. Cherish life when water flows through a pipe, its shape is the shape of the pipe; When the fountain of life flows through you, its shape is the shape of your heart. The change of Xinglin, the miracle-making power of Xinglin, comes from the change of her thought. She has a new understanding of life and death, and she understands that love and happiness are the true meaning of life. Xinglinzi's famous saying: once we met, once we fell in love, once we shone in each other's lives, we remembered that beauty and sweetness. Although there is no chance, there is no regret. I have nothing but love. A humble seed hides the brilliance of a flower season; An ugly caterpillar will turn into a colorful butterfly. Everyone's life can sing the mystery of life miracle. Life doesn't care about the length, but it should be valuable. Although Xinglinzi lived only 6 1 year, her life was full of brilliance. "Life of Life" and "Life of Life" (Author: Xing Linzi) moths are struggling in danger, and sweet melon seeds grow seedlings in the cracks in the corner bricks. "I" listen to my heartbeat and feel life. These are ordinary things, but the author has learned a profound truth from them. Try to contact the author's life experience and understand why she shouted "life, life" strongly. I often think, what is life? At night, I was writing under the lamp, and a moth kept flying over my head and harassing me. When it stopped, I reached out and grabbed it. As long as I push my finger a little hard, it won't move. But it struggled and tried to encourage its wings. I felt a force of life in my hands, so powerful! So vivid! The moth's desire to survive shocked me, and I couldn't help letting go! A sweet melon seed fell into a brick crack in the corner. A few days later, a small melon seedling appeared. What a powerful vitality that little seed contains! Unexpectedly, it can break through the hard shell and grow indomitable in the cracks of bricks without sunlight and soil, even if it only lives for a few days. Once, I listened to my heartbeat with a doctor's stethoscope, and the steady and regular beating gave me a great shock. This is my life, only mine. I can make good use of it or spoil it for nothing. It's up to me. I must be responsible for myself. Although life is short, we can make limited life show infinite value. So, I made up my mind to cherish my life, never let it pass in vain, and let myself live more wonderfully. Feeling author Xing Linzi expressed his feelings in simple language. The moth's desire for survival, the vigorous growth of melon seedlings and her own thinking about the meaning of life all show the author's feelings, cherish and surprise about life! ! ! Shuttle through the white ward every day, thinking about those patients. When sound waves penetrate the eardrum, my heart is also sad. Looking at those eyes full of longing for life and trust in medical care, I was deeply shocked. Use my blood, my hands and my wisdom to soothe those sad hearts. Then laughter will continue to appear in the ward. But sometimes, despite this, the cancer demon will mercilessly take innocent lives. To this end, I ask heaven: why does our modern medicine sometimes seem so pale and powerless? ! I reflected ... death is the end of life. Life is short, you should know how to cherish it when you are healthy. Don't cherish when your life comes to an end. Don't miss it for a moment of beauty and wine. And greed; And forget the potential of the disease, the bane of the disease deterioration. To enjoy life, you must treat life well. Compared with the vast history, life is a short moment. Power is a thing of the past, and money is a thing outside. Cherish life and take care of your health. I would rather be poor all my life than be rich for a while. This is an understanding of being a man. Being alive is also a kind of luck. Cherish life and enjoy life, which is the greatest happiness. There is no need to regret yesterday's disappointment, nor to worry about today's loss, let alone the gains and losses of the Ming Dynasty. Look at the mountains, be calm, look at the sea, be broad-minded, be psychologically balanced, be content with what you have, and reach the highest level of being kind to life, so as to truly enjoy every day! An inch of time and an inch of gold, life will not happen twice, life is in our own hands, and we can manipulate it at will. Friend, life is colorful, cherish life.
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Who can help me find these two works: Talking about Life by Bing Xin and Song of Life by Xing Linzi?
Bing Xin talks about life. I don't know what life is, but I can only say what life is like. Life is like a river flowing eastward. It originates from the highest point of life, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He zigzagged across the cliff, washed down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, and rolled away with rolling sand and stones, happy and brave, enjoying everything he encountered along the way; Sometimes, when he meets the front of the rock, he rushes up angrily, roaring and spinning, and the ups and downs of the front and back waves urge him. It was not until he passed and fell off the dangerous cliff that he washed away calmly. Sometimes he walks through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset and sees the peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently. Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily confused and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it just gave him a lot of new strength. Sometimes he will meet the sunset glow and the new moon, shine on him, cast a shadow on him, and bring some faint warmth in the cold: at this moment, he just wants to rest and sleep, but the force of progress still urges him to move forward ... Finally, one day, he sees the sea in the distance, oh! He has reached the end of his trip. The sea made him hold his breath and bowed his head. How vast and great she is! How bright and dark! The sea solemnly extended its arms to receive him, and he silently flowed into her arms. He has melted into domestication, whether he likes it or not! Maybe one day, he will rise from the bitter raindrops on the sea, fly to the west, form another river, then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then look for peach blossoms on the shore. However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I can't believe it! Life is like a small tree, which gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches under the snow and ice, and bravely and happily emerges from the wet soil in early spring. He may grow on the plains, on rocks and on city walls. Just look up at the sky, oh! I saw it. Oh, my God! He spread his young leaves to absorb the air, endure the sunshine, sing in the rain and dance in the wind. He may be covered by the shadow of the tree, or he may be covered by the tree. The power of youth growth finally made him break away from the leaves and stand up in the hot sun! When he meets luxurious spring, he may be full of flowers, bees and butterflies flying around him, birds singing on his branches, and he will hear orioles singing, cuckoos weeping for blood, and even strange songs of owls. He grew to the most lush middle age. He spread his thick shade like a cover to cover the flowers and plants under the tree. He produced countless fruits to show the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind began, blowing his leaves from dark green to deep red. In the autumn sunshine, he will have another solemn glory, not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success! Finally, one day, the north wind in winter rolled off his yellow leaves and shook them. He danced feebly in the air, groaned under his roots, and solemnly urged his arm to pick him up. He threw himself into her arms silently. He was melted and naturalized. He is not happy or sad! Maybe one day, he broke out from the underground nuts again. And grow into a small tree, and then through the thick cover, and then listen to the singing of the oriole. However, I dare not say the afterlife, and I can't believe it. The universe is a big life, and we are a breath in the cosmic atmosphere. The river flows into the sea and leaves take root. We are a leaf in a big life and a drop in a big life. In the great life of the universe, how humble and insignificant we are, the activities of one drop and one leaf synthesize the evolution and operation of the whole universe. Remember: not every river can enter the sea, and those that don't flow will become dead lakes; Not every seed can become a tree, and those that don't grow will become empty shells! Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain complement each other. It means that waterways have to pass through different banks, and trees have to pass through ever-changing seasons. We should thank life in happiness and also in pain. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. I once read a proverb, "May there be enough clouds in your life to create a beautiful night."