The rough waves are for carrying sailboats; Busy bees and butterflies are looking for traces of flowers; The purpose of blowing wild wind on the flat ground is to make a void. But restless heart, what are you praying for? Li Bai is flowing. He doesn't know how to surf the internet; No matter how heroic you are, you can't be Liu Bang. Mao Zedong can't shoot a vulture with a bow, so this doesn't prevent him from taking power in the barrel of a gun. The most difficult thing in life is to straighten your position, settle your mind and go your own way. Maybe fate will deprive you of rich rights, but it will not deprive you of great rights. If you love life, you can be grass covering the earth, you can be a small flower dotted with grass, you can be the first drop of dew on a petal, and you can be the first ray of sunshine reflected by dew. If you know how to live, you can make pink shells with pearls on the beach in the early morning and freeze-free pine branches in the dense forest on a snowy night. In a sunset, you might as well stand quietly and read a poem, draw a picture, outline a name, enjoy a glimpse of the past, chew a mood, and you may wake up: life is not too painful.
Whitening temples is a beautiful heart; Can I still eat? It is a good universal block base. Why can't you break away from the shackles of fame and become an independent scholar? Why not whip in the world of mortals and be a detached person without regrets? If you ask my name, you can call me Song Qing Baishi and Mu Xue Qiu Xi. If you ask me where I live, I will leave firewood in the mountains and fish in the water. Leave me a woodshed. I invited deer to my house and apes to watch the house. I'm tired of reading poetry books, and I'm tired of reading mountains and rivers, all of which are articles that don't roll up. How can I be tired of reading the sun and the moon? Tired of watching the scenery, listening to the natural quick-acting bones and muscles, helpless, tired of watching.
When we step into the information age, we face more and more challenges. There is no need to demand perfection, as a poet said, "I am proud, I am the best wheat on this mountain." We just need to be better ourselves as much as possible, and don't ignore the scenery along the way when pursuing a high standard of life; In my busy life, I often wake up my tired heart to dance a hearty and happy street dance.
In the busy life, there is a lot of happiness, not too much pain. When the mentality is flat, the road will naturally be flat. Although Walking with Cows has long since dropped out of the popular list, what's wrong with walking with cows in life?
The turning point-the resurrection of ten Haizi
The sacrificed black wool sheep died in the middle of March and April/behind everyone. You live in March and April?
This poem is dedicated to you-Diwang Haizi who disappeared in mid-March and April. ?
Every year today, I will think of you and all your poems. ?
"Spring/Ten Haizi are resurrected" is the last short poem you left to the world. Then, you left, with your lifelong persistence, went to heaven and continued to sing your serenade. ?
However, I think that if you really live in heaven, you have to admit that your death is a turning point in your life. Because I saw it, I really saw the resurrection of ten Haizi in spring-your poem, together with your spirit, came alive in this world and lit it up. ?
I can really feel your loneliness before you die. In such an era, writing is a truly lonely road. Many literati blend into the trend, pursue fame and status, and abandon their souls. Only you, and a few people, stick to your heart, struggle in the dark and pray for the dawn. Unfortunately, in the end, no one understood your poems and your feelings. As a result, you are finally exhausted and would rather sleep than wake up. So, 14 years ago today, you left on purpose ...?
But fortunately, you left your poems and your persistence all your life. The society was shocked and the literary world was shocked. People begin to re-examine their value orientation and try to understand you. You have become a myth in the literary world and a martyr in poetry. So, I saw ten Haizi resurrected in spring and an important turning point in your life. ?
Everyone is frustrated sometimes, but not every frustrated person's death will be a turning point in life. Only those who live with their hearts, love with their hearts and pursue their ideals with their lives will finally be recognized by people. ?
It's sad to say that death is a turning point in life. But perhaps, a valuable death will dilute this sadness to some extent-just like Qu Yuan or Wang Guowei. Haizi, you have been pursuing your dreams all your life, and your spirit will remain on earth after death. This is immortality! ?
Haizi, you didn't expect anyone to appreciate you when you were alive, did you? Valuable things will only attract people's attention after they disappear, just like your thin red-haired brother Van Gogh, who waits silently all his life and is reborn after death. Death is a turning point for you! ?
A little star is never noticed, but when it becomes a meteor and faces death, it attracts much attention. Many times, the turning point is only between life and death, a thin line between them. Because the beautiful things that have passed away are often precious. ?
Life is not the brighter the better. Many people have a glorious life, but they are spurned after death. Flowers bloom and fall is a natural law. For those who have been silent all their lives, but their spirit lives on forever, death has become an important turning point, which has turned their thoughts into a different kind of beauty. ?
Life can meet turning points everywhere, and the most important turning point is death-it will give you a fair score in life, or make you become conspicuous from mediocrity, or make you despised by everyone. ?
Haizi, I miss you again today. I hope this diary can witness your spiritual revival and the turning point of your life. ?
14 years later, it is still in full bloom. I miss Haizi who died young here ...?
Are all the papers in Beijing in 2003?
The Symbol of Beijing —— Lao She and Beijing
I saw Xiangzi fiddling with Xianyang in his hand, thinking about buying a car, chanting his own career, and the dark body of the old Beijing rickshaw and the shiny tile beside him were shining; I saw Wang Shunfa busy cleaning the table, holding a tea bowl to greet the guests, holding a big teapot in old Beijing in his hand, and the spout slowly sprayed water mist; I saw that the pomegranate beside the Bishuiling in the first room of Qijia was red, and the male prostitute in old Beijing held his head high on the table of the Eight Immortals in the yard, and the old man smiled and nodded. I saw Sha Zilong staring straight at the disciples and saying nothing, and I said to myself, "Stop it! Don't cross! " In front of the main hall, the spear of the old Beijing Escort Agency stood quietly in the corner, echoing its owner from a distance. ...
Reading Mr. Lao She's book seems to be led by the characters in the book. Stroll around the streets of Beijing, breathe the breath of Beijing, appreciate the colors, listen to the rhythm and feel the mood of Beijing ... Mr. Lao She's works are symbols of old Beijing!
That's old Beijing, bit by bit. Like Jinghu string, it stirs sonorous and has a long aftertaste; Like a pot of jasmine tea, it is rich and fragrant with endless aftertaste.
I can't forget the taste of Mr. Lao She's Beijing cuisine-"The fat chestnuts in Liangxiang are fried with sugar in the pot, and even the tea and cigarettes under the pot are fragrant" "The sorghum red river crabs are packed in bamboo baskets and sold loudly along the street; Those who will enjoy it will gently crack the hairy crab feet with a Xiao Mu hammer in the restaurant "-only old Beijing will have such an attractive flavor; Only Mr. Lao She can understand it so vividly!
Although Mr. Lao She is from Shandong, he was born and raised in Beijing, and he loves Beijing even more. He loves everything in old Beijing, just like the New Year pictures posted in previous years: festive and childlike, without losing the breath of kings; Delicate and exquisite, conveying the breath of culture. Mr. Lao She used his pen, his heart and his great love for Beijing to describe a real and ideal Beijing, a realistic and poetic Beijing. As a result, Mr. Lao She's words, his name, became a symbol of Beijing, a symbol of Beijing.
Mr. Lao She has been abroad and stayed abroad. He naturally understands that the times will eventually push "old Beijing" to "new Beijing", which is a mixed feeling. This kind of emotion is often revealed in his works. -Rui Xuan, the hero of four generations living under one roof, likes to visit octagonal troughs, dashilan and Liulichang, but he also laments that "these shops will disappear in the near future". Because of this, Mr. Lao She is striving to create the language, image and symbol of new Beijing on the stage of new era Beijing.
Therefore, Mr. Lao She, as the discoverer, lover and creator of Beijing symbols, has become an eternal monument to Beijing's history and reality in the eyes and hearts of Beijingers.
The symbol of Beijing
The symbol of Beijing
-Cultural news column in the capital
Editor's Note: In preparation for the "Grand View Garden of Beijingers", this newspaper recently opened a special column on "Symbols of Beijingers". Readers are invited to recommend candidates who can best reflect Beijing's culture or humanistic spirit and can be called "the symbol of Beijing". Regardless of age and region, we call for broad-minded initiatives and look forward to the collision of traditional innovations. Since the selection, there have been many new ideas. The following two articles provide comments. *
1. Recommended by: Su Shi
Highlight: Mr Dongpo is not from Beijing, and he may not have set foot in this desolate place at that time in his life. However, his wanton intellectuality in Wang Yang, his romantic attitude and his feelings of worrying about the country and people are inexhaustible sources for Beijingers to draw spiritual strength. Teahouses and restaurants are filled with fragrant teas and Erguotou by the storyteller's "Su San Nan Lao Zen Master".
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Item, Beijingers love this wisdom and humor; In the classroom study, the reader recited a song "River of No Return", which touched the Three Seas and made Kowloon want to take off. Beijingers admire this heroic and broad-minded; On the stage TV, the singer's euphemistic cantata "When is the Bright Moon" made many people feel really excited. Beijingers respect this kind of mind and tolerance ... Su Dongpo is the common code name of China literati, and of course he is the spiritual idol of Beijingers. I hope he will become a glorious symbol of Beijing. * *
2. Recommended by: Marie Curie
Highlight: Science has no national boundaries, and so does a great personality. Madame Curie's outstanding contributions and noble virtues shine all over the world. In poverty, she donated the most expensive metal in the world-1g pure radium chloride to the laboratory for free. She has always refused to apply for a patent, so that everyone in the world can freely use her achievements. World War II Big Bang
Hair, she dedicated her own invention of X-ray equipment, and personally taught frontline medical staff to use this new technology. She gave everything to the cause of human progress, including her life. Today, almost every primary and secondary school campus in Beijing has her statue or portrait, and her spirit has inspired the growth of generations of Beijing teenagers. If possible, I hope to posthumously award her as an honorary citizen of Beijing, so that her spirit can nourish the streets of Beijing. *
Postscript: Beijing has a long history of culture; Beijing spirit, keep pace with the times; The symbols of Beijing are rich and colorful. I hope you can be creative and recommend your "Beijing Character Symbol" to make Beijing more brilliant in the integration of time and space!
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-In memory of my quadrangle.
The memory of childhood can never be reproduced. This is the only idea that came to my mind when I learned that the quadrangle in my hometown was about to be demolished.
First of all, under the sky in the square
In my mind, the sky is always square. Just because I sat in the yard and counted the stars when I was a child, all I could see was the sky as big as this yard. Looking out again, towering buildings, neon lights and searchlights flooded the starlight of the city.
Only here will my heart be as quiet as night and there will be a naive smile on my face. How beautiful! This ancient courtyard contains my young and uninhibited heart, holding me tightly in my arms like a kind elder. Even if I lose myself in the noise, even if skyscrapers cast a shadow over my world, this quadrangle will still quietly accommodate me, the pure land in my heart, my washed and growing soul.
I can sleep peacefully under this sky.
Second, on the thick jujube tree.
The oldest in the yard is not the plush chair in the hall, but the jujube tree under the south wall.
Jujube trees are tall and thick, with dense branches and leaves. Every jujube season, adults will supervise our gluttonous and lazy children to go to jujube trees, which is also a kind of labor.
So I saw the fall of red dates and the abrupt fall of broken branches.
I was shocked by this rudeness and immediately felt distressed. I can't help shouting: "Stop fighting, jujube trees are dying!" " "
However, the adults said with a smile, no, this jujube tree is growing stronger and stronger. The more broken branches, the better the jujube will bear in the coming year.
I am dubious: who will have such a big measure? You want to give us a better date after the beating?
The next year, I was surprised to find that there were more dates on the tree than last year, which were bigger and redder. Has it forgotten the disaster it suffered last year? Or has it never held a grudge against our greed?
That summer, I sat under the square sky and looked at jujube trees all day.
Third, in my young heart.
Looking at everything in sight, I almost stopped breathing.
Ruins, my home is in ruins. The paradise in memory has become a hell on earth, broken walls, which is really such a sight.
I can't believe it. Until I saw the jujube tree, standing quietly under the former south wall, silently guarding my childhood memories.
It knows I'm coming and I can't bear to leave.
I silently shed tears and gently caressed the trunk, still so familiar and rough. I said to the jujube tree: I hate it, I really hate it. Where will I go when my home is gone?
I looked up and suddenly saw that the branches were covered with dates, which were not ripe yet, and they were blue, swaying slightly in the wind.
It's ... yes, it's time to bear dates. It has not forgotten the laws of nature. It can forgive children for destroying its body, and naturally forgive those who are about to deprive it of its living space.
How much courage and heart does it take to forget yourself and tolerate the world?
Leaning against the trunk, I gradually calmed down. I think, isn't growing up about learning to face the loss calmly? Although the quadrangle is in ruins, it will remain in my memory forever.
Before I left, I climbed up the jujube tree and picked a jujube. The entrance is slightly astringent, but it is also slightly sweet when tasted carefully.
I smiled. The smell of quadrangles and all the memories will never be erased. Because I will hold them carefully, even if it is a temporary unhappiness, a touch of sadness.
In my heart, there is always a sky that can accommodate you.
-Give me the quadrilateral.