Passionate life Li Yang
When I was editing a magazine the other day, I found such an article from a thick pile of manuscripts on my desk. A technical school student who is about to leave school and enter the society said in his heart, "I am just a technical school student." I have no diploma and no work experience. Who will use our ... good ideas of the past into helplessness and daily lament for reality? I wander in the street and feel like a social outcasts ... "
After reading it, I felt very heavy. It is true that there is a gap between ideal and reality, even huge. When the beautiful dreams and wishes in my heart collide violently with the ruthlessness and cruelty of reality, my body and mind become so powerless, so helpless, so fragile and so vulnerable. Past ideals are like yesterday's yellow flowers, and past passions are gone forever. As a result, they gradually become depressed, pessimistic, complaining, or content with the status quo, muddle along, or honed by life and years, and get used to mediocrity and secularity. In a word, the enthusiasm and dreams, high spirits and innocence that I once had disappeared without a trace; Without the passion for life, people have lost hope and direction here in the days that have passed away and are about to pass away. I think such a person, even as an ordinary person, is only alive, not alive. A beautiful life needs pursuit to support, and a real life needs passion to accompany it.
Life is a process of existence.
Life is a process that does not start with life and does not end with death.
Once upon a time, I also felt confused and helpless. In the face of fleeting time, the confusion of the world and the hard reward of ambition, I have a lot of thoughts. "I am very confused about this. I feel that today is not yesterday." I asked about the vastness of heaven and earth.
Sigh that things are changing. However, life is also in this ideal and reality, wandering in this entrance and birth, wandering between this fate and no chance. When you are alive, you have life because of your rich spirit. After you die, the eternal soul can continue your life. It is not a problem for people to be tired and bitter, but it is a big problem for people who are alive and have no spirit. No matter how ordinary and depressing life is, no matter how frustrated and depressed life is, don't say there is no hope and don't give up your efforts easily. Without a lifetime of persistence and passion, even if you are alive, what is the taste of living?
Drunk people know the strength of wine, loved people know the heaviness of wine, and tried people know the ups and downs. How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Maybe we should thank God for all kinds of injustice and tempering. It makes us more mature, more rational, more sober and more tenacious. For us, what is temporary grievance and depression? Try to get it without a diploma, study hard without experience, as long as there are dreams in your heart and passion for life.
With the call of the blue sky, we can't let our flying wings degenerate in comfort; With the call of the sea, we can't let the courage of fighting be discouraged before the storm; With the call from afar, we can't let the faith we are looking for be depressed in the anguish that we can't get out of.
Since you don't believe in fate, you should answer it with practical actions; Since you don't believe in fate, you should dare to buckle back the dangerous ball sent by fate; Since you don't believe that you are doomed to mediocrity, try to devote yourself to the thrilling work of creating brilliance.
Express dissatisfaction into progress, sublimate grievances into unyielding, and rewrite depression into indifference. From temporary depression, a lifetime of persistence is brewed, and from temporary setbacks, a lifetime of passion is produced.
Life should be supported by the pursuit of eternity; Life should be accompanied by passion.
Flowers and Trees in the Deep Study Feng Jicai
One day, it occurred to me that a wooden house was built on the balcony with a pile of wood, and several square wooden barrels were nailed with the remaining boards, filled with soil and planted with plants, which were placed in the four corners of the room. There are few flowers, but many green leaves. Then put some rattan chairs, bamboos, small tables, and two bare wooden old cabinets, where all kinds of artworks are randomly placed. Some ancient clocks, watches, steel swords and iron gate cards picked up from the ground during the demolition of the ancient city are hung on the wall ... I originally wanted to use it as a new study, hoping to get new inspiration from it. Unexpectedly, sitting inside can't write anything. During the day, when the sun shines in, the smell of unpainted pine trees is strongly emitted, mixed with the smell of plants, and a desire to enjoy life is strongly tempted. Enjoyment is a kind of corrosion for writers. It relaxed the mind and couldn't hold the heavy pen in his hand.
In the evening, it happened that I installed some lights in every corner of this study. These lights make everything half bright and half dark. Beauty in the light, mystery in the dark. If you turn on the stereo again, you can't write any more.
Writing is an isolated journey of imagination, an inner life of one's own, and a literal indulgence of the mentally lonely.
So, I didn't write a word in this room, and I still worked at my desk in the study full of books.
Gradually, the wooden house on the balcony turned into a greenhouse, but I didn't take care of it. I didn't go in with the kettle until I remembered to water those plants, so I didn't have time to repair it. There are flowers and plants everywhere in the room, which will grow freely and freely. Tianqi, brought back from Yunnan, climbed up the wall with big green leaves, like "rock climbing"; Several young and lush green radish trees have jumped onto the roof and drilled into the lampshade; The most infuriating thing is that the weeds in the mud trough on the windowsill have covered half of the bottom and half of the top of the window, which are covered with sunflower leaves like cattail leaves. The sunshine outside the window will tear these dense branches and leaves into bundles and lean quietly in the middle of the room. One day, two little sparrows mistakenly thought they were natural bushes and flew in through the open window. I'm afraid of scaring them. I didn't go in, but they were singing happily inside.
I suddenly felt the wild temperament of nature and felt that the nature of nature is absolutely free. According to this logic, I only water them, even some nutrient solution, but it has never been artificially changed. So they started working miracles-
First, those long branches are woven into green curtains at the top of the house. Ivy fell straight to the ground like a long waterfall, and then piled higher and higher on the ground. Green radish is the most naughty. It "walks" up and down at will-it drills down from behind the table and sticks out bright buds from the gap in the back of the cane chair. Almost every time I walk into this room, I am surprised to find a picture: some falling pink petals fall on a wooden Buddha; A few yellow leaves covered the open book on the table; Once, I left my cup on a bamboo stick, and a new green vine passed through the handle of the cup and rolled up my cup like a delicate arm. So, when I am too tired to write, or spend a lot of ink and wash painting on the painting case, I will open the door of this room, lift the curtains tangled with dense leaves, and sit alone in it, so that this comfortable and relaxed beauty can calm the storm surging in my heart when writing.
I began to realize the importance of this room that has never been used for writing. This is actually part of my study.
As I said before, writing is a selfless imagination, and only by leaving writing can we return to reality. This hut tells me that my writing often cuts into reality very sharply, and it is an ideal that I like to sit here and put down my pen.
I was so impressed with it that I told a friend about it. The friend said, "Why should we separate reality from ideal too clearly?" . You are dissatisfied with reality because you are too idealistic. Your problem is that you always demand reality with ideals, so you are often knocked down by reality. This is because you are a group of idealists by nature. "
So when I sit in this wooden house surrounded by flowers and trees, I often hear this sentence in my heart:
We were born with an ideal life!
Bo (square leaf)
I have always liked the artistic conception of parking. A fishing boat with one leaf, three or two original boats, or seven or eight bamboo rafts are quietly tied in shallow water; The sparkling waves reflect the silhouette of the narrowest building, which is a sad and smart charm.
I can't forget the sight of wooden boats moored on the stream in the ancient town. This kind of boat looks like a wupeng boat written by Zhou Zuoren, with a narrow and slender hull and a semi-arc canopy, which is particularly petite and exquisite. However, river boats are generally not used for leisurely sightseeing, "a reed is like a reed, and the earth is at a loss"; Nor is it used for fishing and catching crabs, making waves in the waves. The biggest purpose of the river boat is to transport goods, carry heavy delicacies or daily necessities, leaving only the creak of his oars, shuttling between deep cliffs and valleys in the verdant mountains and rivers. For the mountain people, river boats carry their expectations and joys and sorrows, so whenever wooden boats appear on the Qingxi River in the ancient town, kind mountain people always rush to the water's edge. At night, wooden boats perch like osprey under the bridge on the shore or in the rocks of the stream. After a hard day's work, boatmen often light lanterns, sit at the bow and chat, play the piano and sing. The sound of the piano and laughter flows through a stream with the sound of water, frogs and lights, making the village girls and children who are washing clothes and carrying water by the stream drunk and unwilling to sleep for a long time. Although I was not proficient in poetry and painting at that time, the flickering light of the ship's shadow, like a sad seed, fell on my heart, leaving me in a trance and confused.
I often think that parking should belong to a kind of quiet beauty. Berthing is often inseparable from calm water, and it is difficult to berth in rapids, rapids and stormy waves. However, the calm lakeside and smoky riverside are of course the best parking places, secluded villages and wild waters, Flower Pier and Lu 'an, under the cliff of thousands of feet and in the vast Shanghai. At this time, tie the boat in the river. Even in the sunset, even though the smoke is vast and misty, when you are alone at the bow and lying in the cabin, whether an old man is fishing in the cold river snow, rowing the boat and listening to the rain, watching the fish swim in the still water, a cup of tea and a thin mash, people are just like a sandpiper, in a wide and vast world. . At this moment, all the noise and troubles will gradually leave you. In such a quiet and broad atmosphere, a state of mind naturally emerges. You see, it was the full moon when Xie Lingyun anchored the boat at the mouth of Lipeng Lake. On the vast lake, the sea is filled with smoke and the island shadow is the narrowest, while the lake is lush and wild, and sometimes there are bursts of apes and birds singing in the wind. Therefore, the poet looked up at the bow independently, "Listen to the mourning of the moon and show the fragrance of the day." What I feel is the quiet beauty of nature, the kindness of nature, and the mystery between heaven and earth that is unknown for a while. Zhang wore a green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber, and it was drizzling, so he didn't need to return. He not only held a fishing boat, but also held his own relaxed mind and carefree and refined interest, and always moored in front of the western hills where herons flew fish and jumped peach blossoms. The wonderful scenery of "heavy smoker" always fascinates us when we think of it. From this point of view, Bo skillfully made full use of the strangeness and quietness of Jiangting, the elegance and charm of heaven and water, and brewed a melancholy beauty, an ethereal beauty and a refreshing and pure beauty. During this period, people can not only escape from the noise temporarily, but also seek spiritual nourishment and spiritual comfort from the pure and beautiful nature. Therefore, "my boat is moored on the shore in the fog" is often the best choice for indifferent literati to send their feelings to the mountains and rivers.
The most beautiful berth is naturally in Jiangnan. Jiangnan water town, rivers and lakes crisscross, streams and waterways as dense as a spider web. The sparkling Xizi Lake, the "Slender West Lake" of the Twenty-four Bridges, and the numerous gardens and waterside pavilions in Suzhou, where are the boats that sing late? In that lake, I really don't know how much tenderness and feelings are left. Of course, I am also far away from the arrogance, extravagance and shame of wealthy businessmen, super-rich, corrupt officials, monarchs and ministers! There are countless song and dance pavilions and yachts on the Qinhuai River, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. "Qinhuai is full of lanterns, and there is nothing in the world. There are river houses on both sides of the river, carved columns and painted sills, silk barriers on windows and ten-mile bead curtains. " In the shadow of the paddle lamp, there are lingering resentments of Kong to Nan Ming, literary romance of Zhu Ziqing and Yu Pingbo, decadent voice of a businesswoman who doesn't know how to hate her country, sadness and tears in Eight Flowers in Qinhuai and Twelve Women in Jinling. It may be said that the romantic scenery of Qinhuai is just a beautiful and fragrant original boat in the long river of China culture.
Berthing may still be a spiritual realm. In the long journey of life, no one has braved the wind and waves in Yun Fan, so naturally there are many tents to rest and many boats to dock. In that faint water edge, in the faint smoke waves, people live out the lofty sentiments of literati. They use the breeze, the bright moon, the sound of streams and the fragrance of willows to get rid of the hubbub, purify their minds, filter their thoughts and steal time for half a day. Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sailed to Beijing to catch the exam and anchored at the foot of Fengqiao at night. Standing at the bow of the boat, he didn't care about being the first. He cast the autumn moon, the red maple, the fishing fire, the river bridge, the five ladders and the bells of Hanshan Temple into a vast mind and an immortal picture of "one night parking by the maple bridge", revealing the profound connotation of parking. In fact, parking is not only a kind of rest and waiting, but also an accumulation and generation. The goal of voyage is still far away. How can I relax myself and sit back and relax? Su Dongpo has experienced ups and downs all his life and knows the meaning of "berth". He often stops at lakes and mountains, sails to the shore, sharpens his mind with the inexhaustible bright moon of river wind, and then greets the turbulent rapids and stormy waves on the life channel with lofty and fearless charm. A Life of Misty Rain is a spiritual portrayal of his aloof and unyielding, pioneering and broad-minded.
Yes, one sentence has written all the sentient beings in the world, rippling with many feelings of life!
A wisp of orchid fragrance in life
A wisp of spearmint in life Author: Huang Guifei vinegar at the foot of Huangshan Mountain, a cup of spearmint, changeable, heady. A sense of familiarity, with a mouthful of fragrance, seeps into the heart and spleen. The faint, gentle and delicate fragrance of Shu Ya spread from lips and teeth, full of physical and mental pleasure and hearty.
Love it, it's as simple as that.
It is said that the fragrance of orchids was also the favorite of Cixi in those days. Thanks to Lafayette, it was also called "Lan Guiren". But it looks like a small lump, but it can't make people close to "Lan Guiren" anyway. Just after brewing, you can't help but look at others with special respect-always so elegant, always so quiet, making people enjoy seven points of association and have a long aftertaste.
Youlanxiang is the floorboard of life oolong tea, which belongs to kungfu tea and is a semi-fermented tea. Because it is produced in the mountains, there is no chemical pollution, which makes this fragrance have a clean smell; Because of its lightness, there is a kind of warmth, indifference and lofty that general oolong tea can't reach.
It is said that tea tastes like life, and life should be like a wisp of spearmint, with an expression on the brow, peaceful and pleasant. No matter how hard you try, you can't disturb this calm, no matter how arrogant you are, you can't disturb this calm, infiltrate it, and be proud and relaxed. In this world, there is no smooth road, no calm sea, and it is common to stumble, stumble and crawl around. Therefore, there is no need to put some pain on your face, smell the warmth of the world, laugh it off, feel comfortable and generous, and your lips and teeth are scattered.
Life is a wisp of orchid fragrance, between thoughts, indifferent and quiet, abandon all fetters, keep elegant and fragrant. Between thoughts, the fragrance is faint, but it is permanent, elegant and comfortable. Even if I encounter many disappointments, I still remember "I often think about one or two things, but I don't think about eight or nine disappointments." I will rest my thoughts in the indifferent and quiet harbor, capture the fragrance that will always be called open-mindedness, and the quality of life will be proud in this open-mindedness.
Life is a fragrant orchid, hidden deep in the soul, pure and pure, without any pollution, which has made a fragrant life. A person's soul determines the emotional tone of his life. A clean soul is always loaded with simplicity and purity, emitting pleasant fragrance, like a happy dancer, dancing a natural, bold and holy dance of life. How big is the heart, how big is the stage, and the mind occupied by filth and the stage that can be accommodated can be imagined.
Life is like a wisp of orchid fragrance, light, clear, warm, with infinite charm and infinite length.
I hope you like it.