500 words from famous American writers.

1. Wang Guozhen 1: "Life" When laughter fades into silence, when confidence becomes lost, am I still firm and persistent when I approach the footsteps of my dreams? When the smile is lost in the desert of my heart, when the frost and snow freeze the promise of family, is my helpless heart still green and fresh? Who doesn't long for harvest, who hasn't suffered, who doesn't want the branches of life to be full of richness, and who is willing to turn hope into flowers in dreams. Between reality and ideal, the constant is trudge, between gloom and glory, the constant is development. No one wants to get rid of the fetters of the secular and let his life be spent in mediocrity. Pack your luggage well, and you can reach the same brilliant end from different starting points. There is no right or wrong in life, and success always belongs to the strugglers. 2. "I like the beginning": I like the beginning only because the place I arrived belongs to yesterday, even if the mountains are clear, the water is beautiful, the wind is gentle, and the deep nostalgia has become a shackle, not only with feet, but also with the future. Marrying happiness and having a future goal can always cheer us up. Like a grey moth flying to the fire, she is willing to be a captive of the fire, swinging your ceaseless steps and spinning your ceaseless tassels. Beauty, in a spoony day, who can tell what is sweet and what is bitter? All I know is that if I am sure, I will not hesitate. If you want to lose, you will lose to pursuit, and if you want to marry, you will marry happiness. 4. "Love Life": Don't think about whether you can succeed. Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since you love roses, tell your heart bravely. I don't want to think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is the horizon, what is left to the world is only 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 chaos": I thought that this trip, you can forget your beautiful eyes; Can cut off feelings; And the autumn wind is the sadness that can't be blown away; Who would have thought that, in the end; The mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and love remains unchanged; Your figure, just behind you, came to the front. Bi Shumin 1 reminds happiness: In short, happiness is a moment without pain. He appears no less frequently than we thought. People often just pick up the golden mane on the ground when the happy golden carriage is driving away and say, I have seen it. People like happy specimens, but ignore the moment when happiness is covered with dew and emits fragrance. At that time, we often walked in a hurry, back and forth, not knowing what we were busy with. Some people in the world predict typhoons, locusts, plagues and earthquakes, but no one predicts happiness. 2 "Heart-building": The frontier of the heart can be made very large, like gold foil with the best ductility, covering the whole universe, including the sun and the moon, and there is no dark cloud that can cover the vast territory of the mind; No earthquake volcano can completely cover the magnificent building of the soul; No storm can freeze the hot springs spewing in the depths of the heart; There is no natural disaster or man-made disaster, which can make the field of the heart fall in autumn. The size of the heart can also be reduced to a very small size. Only one home, one person, a sesame seed and a drop of virus can be accommodated. A light rain drowned him; A wisp of wind shattered it; A rumor, make it painful; A plot, it is beyond redemption. A superior heart doesn't have to be gorgeous, but it must be strong. Because there are too many crushes and blows in life, we will meet lonely souls in the dark. If there is no elaborate special design, a simple heart can be easily hurt and can never be recovered. Maybe it will be broken and broken. Without self-healing ability, it is an unguarded door. A little injury, and then the whole body frost blood, a spark medicine, burned the castle. 3. "Plain face": Yes, I'm not beautiful. But plain face is not the patent of beauty, but a way of life that all women can choose. Look around us. Every tree, every blade of grass and every flower has no makeup. Facing the scorching sun and snow, it is so natural, so natural. They will age and wither, but aging and withering is also a reality. As the master of all things, why should man hide himself behind powder and paint? We will all grow old. I looked at my age calmly, like a white sail coming from a distance. Why should I hide this reality? Hiding is not only futile, but also 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 just some polymer compounds, some fruit juices and some animal fats, which have nothing to do with human confidence and courage. Just like a building needs steel bars and iron bones to support it, it is by no means a few flashy bamboo poles. I believe that the smile without makeup is purer and better, I believe that the eyes without makeup are more honest and sincere, and I believe that women without makeup have more courage to face life. If it's not for work, if it's not for etiquette. I will never wear makeup in my life. Third, Yu 1, "About Friendship": Friendship is profound because of nothingness, whether balanced or unbalanced. The poet Zhou Tao described a profound balance: "Two trees talked noisily for a long time in summer and saw each other's yellow leaves falling in the autumn wind. They were silent for a while and said goodbye to each other,' See you next summer' "Chuchu wrote a profound imbalance:" I really want to live well for you, but I am very tired. Before the end of my life, you didn't come, but I looked at you later and I fell here. They are all unrequited depravity and poetic nobility. 2. Su Dongpo, the operator of "breakthrough", missed the moon and hung sparse trees to make people quiet. Who has ever seen a stranger live alone? Fuzzy and lonely. At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal. It is this unspeakable loneliness that made him completely wash away the hustle and bustle of life, to find the silent mountains and rivers, and to find the lost ancients. Looking for dialogue where it is impossible, dialogue will inevitably become unusual. A soul Su Like Dongpo became silent. Then, sooner or later, a grand miracle will suddenly appear and surprise the world. Loneliness has made Su Dongpo undergo an overall transformation, and his artistic talent has been sublimated and sublimated. He is really mature-like many people who come and go from ancient times to modern times, he was written after a disaster, matured in the rebirth after silence, matured in the hinterland, and matured in the moment when almost no one was around. Maturity is a bright but not dazzling light, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that no longer needs to observe others, a kind of atmosphere that finally no longer attracts the surrounding, a smile that ignores the noise, a thick and heavy that washes away extreme indifference, a height that does not need to be kept secret, and a height that is not steep. Passion has been fermented, the fierce mountain wind has stopped, and the trickle of pentium has merged. 4. Random copy 1, love and hate are two drops of water on a glass plate. Sometimes they are mixed together and can't distinguish each other. Sometimes they all disappear after time evaporates. 2. Tears are lingering words in the lover's heart and in the poet's pen. When you are happy, sad, angry and grateful, tears will involuntarily flow out. If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then tears are the crystallization of emotions. People who miss you should cry; People who don't miss you also cry, that is, they play with their feelings and don't cry for dignity. We should shed tears, but we should shed sincere tears, kind tears, and not crocodile tears. Our tears should be valuable, not just a form. 3. I love rain, love rain, love listening to rain, love thinking about rain, love thinking about rain. Rain, like hope, like hope, like faith; Rain, like vows, like promises, like waiting. Waiting for another rain, waiting for another failure, waiting for another rebirth, waiting for another rain. The cold wind blows decadent willow branches and struggles feebly in the wind and rain. Like survival, it is also waiting, waiting for rebirth, waiting for yellowing, waiting for the reincarnation of life. The tree is growing new leaves, as if something is ready to come out, the budding buds are quietly blooming, and a little new green is like some kind of bitterness. Whether they are born again, but we are old. No, they will die, too. They are a new cluster, and the tricks they do every year are engraved on the rings. The tree that never stops is still swaying. They died last year in May, which is ripe and dense every year. They seem to be telling that they are beginning to regenerate, regenerate, regenerate. Flowers are so weak, no matter how beautiful and gorgeous, they still can't stand the cold rain in the morning and the wind at night. Spring blossoms in a hurry, leaving only sadness. Flowers are beautiful soldiers. Although they are getting greener and fatter in the wind and rain, they refuse to bow their heads after all. Life is the same, like a delicate glass, which often cannot withstand the impact of natural and man-made disasters and breaks into a bright place. Every piece is a transparent heart, and life is often like a epiphyllum. It takes many years of tears and sweat, mixed with painstaking efforts, to have a moment to laugh at the world. 6. Zhuangzi is a lonely tree, a lonely tree, guarding the soul moon in the middle of the night. Why is the moon not lost when most of us are sleepy in the dark? It is precisely because of these two trees that they guard the soul moon alone on a breezy night. Zhuangzi's eyes are extremely cold, and his heart is extremely hot. My eyes are cold, so I don't care about right or wrong; Warm-hearted, so full of sadness, although I know it is useless, I can't forget my feelings, but I can't forget my feelings, but I don't start, so I see through it coldly. 7. Some people say that life is like a glass of boiled water. Some salt is salty and some sugar is sweet. The quality of life depends on mood. Everyone's heart is a crystal ball, crystal clear. People who are loyal to life always reflect color to every corner of life, making life vigorous and colorful. Happiness is fun, but be happy when you are unhappy. If you are always full of energy, happiness will become a habit. The era of 8 is developing. Now, when we no longer look at tension from the perspective of war and blood, tension has more significance for discussion. A brief nervousness, good. Will make us glow with extraordinary explosive power. However, there are definitely things in the world that can be touched, but they are also limited. Many successes are conceived in a long journey. Tension is a 100-meter sprint, and growth is a marathon. Long-term tension, like long-term spur, can't be maintained. Will lead to slow response. Tension can be dealt with for a while, but it can't last forever. 9. Half of your destiny is in your own hands, and the other half is in God's hands. Your whole life is to get what is in God's hand with what is in your hand. The more extraordinary your efforts are, the bigger your half will be, and the more you will gain. When you are completely desperate, don't forget that you still have half your destiny. When you are complacent, don't forget that God has half a destiny. Your life's effort is to use your half to get the half in God's hand. This is destiny, this is destiny. In addition, here are my pure hands ~ ~ ~ The sun doesn't seem to want to go home, and barely shows a faint face behind the clouds. The clouds became thicker and thicker, and later, even the faint face disappeared. The wind blew, with a bit of overbearing arrogance, cold and dense, knocking the flowers to be picked to the ground and lying there listlessly, like a serious illness; The wire whimpered and swayed in the air: the leaves on the branches didn't want to leave the promising branches, but they were dragged down and fell to the ground. -"Sketch of Rain" I looked out of the window and the sun was smiling. The cloud rolled up its swollen body and rippled in the air. I didn't have time to get rid of the fantasy of a season, the wind didn't have time to dry the wet rainy season, the birds didn't have time to sing the story of spring, and the fragrance of summer met me. The so-called melancholy was suddenly drowned by a cicada. -The season of cicada and Zen is disappearing constantly ... I think at the beginning, the creator clearly described the year as four colors: green in spring, fiery red in summer, orange in autumn and white in winter. The cessation of the sun and the moon, the cycle of the dry Kun and the change of the four seasons have nourished the whole world, as well as the sensitive hearts and pious feelings of human beings. Season is a kind of order, which dominates every gust of wind, every cloud, every throb and every sigh. -"Season" In my opinion, a person is like a flower bud without opening. Most books a person reads have no influence on most things he does. However, there are some things in the book that have special significance to a person. These things urge to send out petals, which open one by one and finally bloom. -Twilight in Mao Mu makes the leaves as transparent as amber, but it is so simple and the fog is hazy. At this time, the figure of a white horse is from far to near. The rider is dressed in a burgundy dress, thin and young, and heroic. But under the Populus euphratica forest, it only became a small silhouette, which broke the peace ...-Suddenly, something unusual, a faint commotion, a sound that was not too loud but must be loud began to appear between heaven and earth, which filled the week. For example, earthquake precursors, such as tsunami, such as landslide, I feel a sense of tension all over, so nervous that I am eager to be attached. I don't know if I left by myself or was sucked by it. Finally, I was suddenly surprised. I stood in front of fulongguan. Before my eyes, the torrent surged and the earth trembled. -Dujiangyan author ditto. Even standing on the rocks by the sea is not as attractive as the water here. Sea water is an elegant gathering, gathering too deep and boundless, making people forget that it is real water and can be held in their hands. The water here is different, and it is not an exaggeration to say it, but the stocks are full of energy, competing with each other for the power of flying and the noisy life. -ditto maybe the current is a little angry with its meekness, and suddenly runs wild and growls fiercely, but the more so, the more magnificent it becomes. It has roared to the point where people hold their breath, and not a drop of water has splashed in the wrong direction. There is a thousand-year war to comfort the yin and qi. Water is here, and when it has suffered enough, it also splashed, just like a large number of marathon runners crossed various obstacles and paid the most powerful life to the standard and the public. -ditto some hearts are made of steel and extremely dark. Some hearts are made of ice and snow, noble and cold. Some hearts are made of silk, smooth and elegant. Some hearts are made of glass, crystal clear and fragile. Some hearts are made of bamboo, sharp and prickly. Some hearts are made of wood, stable and numb. Some hearts are made of red clay, rough and simple. Some hearts are made of coptis chinensis, and they are miserable. Some hearts are made of garbage and their faces are disgusting. Some hearts are made of lies and full of holes. Some hearts are made of corpses and are corrupt. Some hearts are made of cobra saliva, which is extremely poisonous and ferocious. -Bi Shumin's "Making the Heart" It takes craftsmanship to make the heart. A clever heart, sewn like a purse. A can of quaint heart is as honest as a century-old wine. An alert heart, fast induction lightning Shi Huo. With a scrawled heart, the door can be opened. A pool of hearts piled up at random, lacking in goodness and at sixes and sevens. A heart that weaves thorns secretly sets traps everywhere. A half-delicate and half-careless heart is like a broken dike bitten by termites. An empty heart in an embroidered pillow is a parallel product of a fake and shoddy heart. The heart can be very hard than any known metal in the world. The heart can be very soft, like crying, like complaining, like silk. The heart can be tough, and it remains flat after thousands of losses and grievances. The heart can be very fragile. If you are not careful, the fragrance will suddenly disappear. The heart is a sea of blood, where everyone's personality, wisdom, energy and sentiment are gathered, and the quality of the heart is the quality of people. Have a kind heart, love the world, love life, love yourself and love everyone. Have a heart of self-improvement, will study hard, persevere and be shameless. Have a dignified heart, cherish nature and be kind to everything. With a full heart and abundant flow, I will take the imaginary space shuttle to touch the shoulder of the moon. I like Jane very much, too. I once saw one of his articles in an essay, but I didn't read it in the bookstore later. The following are the steps I took after reading it, so that the world can have it and I can keep my cocoon. When my rotten heart doesn't want to think for a moment, let me quietly return to the cocoon, with memories as the couch and sadness as the cover. This is my only beauty. Time is like a boring jailer, constantly playing black and white cards with me. Space is like a big stone mill, which grinds slowly. You have to squeeze out people's blood fat, even if the last drop of water falls, you will throw it away. The world can have a constant pace, and naturally there are a set of cruel rules and filtering methods. Life is the executioner, and there is no tomorrow on the blade. Save your smile for yesterday. Let those who know understand, let those who don't understand, let the world be the world, and I am willing to be my cocoon. -"Beautiful Cocoons" (all three above)