Read yourself
Life is a book. Every step we take will become a character in this book, and every year we add a line of poetry. Time is a pen, dipped in the ink of laughter and tears, writing out the end of each sentence. The accumulation of life leaves a lot of debris. At every station in life, we should stop our hurried pace and organize it carefully; carefully summarize our past, especially our mental journey, and read ourselves calmly! Read about the naivety of your own boyhood, the hardships of being thirty years old, the confusion of not being confused, and the difficulties of knowing your destiny! Read the vicissitudes of life you have gone through, read the wonderful things in your memory, read the true feelings in the world, and read the touches in life!
I stayed up late at night to read, looking through myself that was already covered with dust. On the clean pages, I read the dust stained by the destruction of time and the remains of the eternal species in my life, looking forward to the deep surge of my past. Looking through my once childish and stubborn face, I can see how much of the completeness I once tried so hard to express behind every expression of joy and sorrow has become sharp and sharp in the weathering of time. Looking through the ruins of my own unfathomable inner thoughts, I feel like the transparent and turbid emotions in the depths of the ocean are stirring the calm surface of the sea.
Reading oneself is a cleansing of one's own heart, a re-understanding of oneself, and a consciousness of human nature. Therefore, it is not about defending or covering up for oneself, nor is it about discussing matters or even arguing with others about the length of a day. Instead, let your spirit escape from conflicts and entanglements, use reason and conscience to filter out the turbidity and impurities in your thoughts, deduce the chaos into slow motion, and project it on the screen of your soul. Gaze calmly, appreciate the truth, and observe human feelings. , turn various feelings into life experiences, use this to expand the soul and enrich life experience.
In a sense, reading is a relaxing activity, but there is a deep complex in relaxation. We encounter life, and life encounters us, and it will always leave traces in our years. Some can be remembered for a lifetime, and some can affect a lifetime, such as a friend or teacher who changes your mind and makes you know how to struggle and cherish. Life is so wonderful. All the joy, anger, sorrow, sweetness, sourness, bitterness and spicyness are present. Therefore, we need to be cautious in life, just as reading is sometimes purely to kill loneliness and comfort our injured hearts. Take stock of your life and read more about yourself. It will allow us to understand how to walk gracefully, live calmly, and understand the principle of contentment in the process of continuous reading.
The clock of life keeps dividing every inch of life, and more than ten years have passed in such a hurry. Facing the passing time, an inexplicable thought suddenly floated into my mind, like a cup of sugar-free coffee, with a hint of bitterness and a delicate fragrance. That feeling makes people remember it for a long time and is thought-provoking.
Lost the age of the blooming season, traveled through the cantabile years, gently opened the door of forty years, and quietly read myself in front of the bright mirror erected by time. Before the age of twenty, I loved to dream, before the age of thirty, I loved to fantasize, and after the age of forty, I loved to reminisce. Life is really short. Before you know it, youth is gone and time is gone. In fact, human life is just like nature, with distinct cycles of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. After experiencing the haziness of childhood, the fanaticism of youth, and the calmness of middle age, people naturally enter the decline of old age. No matter you are a dignitary or an ordinary citizen, no matter you have countless money or nothing, you will complete your own life course according to the law of life.
People always say that the wind has passed without a trace, but I think the wind is also full of memories; some people say that they have loved without a trace, that is because love has already been deeply integrated into the heart, it is not just a scratch in the heart. The traces of space are not just ripples on the water. There is no trace of love, no need for too much nostalgia, let love stay in its own space and keep a piece of peace of mind.
In the journey of life, it is a happy thing to have a few close friends to accompany you, and it is also a gratifying thing to have a few casual friends. If you can have them accompany you through this short journey, For hundreds of years, perhaps no passion can compare with this more real and warm possession, and no vicissitudes of life can erase this feeling of gains and losses while advancing and retreating...
When a person is quiet, he often Feeling lonely is not because there are no friends, but a kind of faint nostalgia, a kind of faint memory, which is a little sad, a little lost, but also warm; when a person is quiet, he often looks at the group photos of us and recalls the past. In the passing years, I look back on the years we have spent together, which are a little desolate, a little low-key, and a little gorgeous; when a person is quiet, he will also think about his own future, as well as the lives, life journeys and final destinations of his friends.
Memories are always sad, but the feeling of reminiscing is very sweet, so I often fall into it and forget about it. Often at these times, I miss my friends very much and have an urge to go to them. However, we all have to In life, everyone has his own career and his own road to go. We should work hard. After all, we also have expectations, dreams, hopes, and lovers... Youth partners, former comrades, they are somewhere , in a certain corner, are you living a good life? Are you like me? When you are alone, you often think about it occasionally, or look at yellowed photos under the lamp, read the leg-colored handwriting, and cherish the memory of a kind of passing light. .
In fact, life is like an onion, peeled off piece by piece, and there will always be one piece that makes us cry. What is seen is extinguished, and what disappears is remembered. I stand at the end of the world, waiting for the moment when the epiphyllum blooms again, leaving the fragrance to the immortal years, and filling the years with peace!
When people reach middle age, their souls become less restless and more peaceful. The rings of life have brought me into the golden autumn of life. The childish dreams, the passion of youth, the vividness of the past, and the glory of yesterday, even though they have passed, are calm and quiet, because these have been engraved in beautiful memories and will accompany and enrich this life.
As you enter this age group, you have a mature attitude towards the past, present and future, and your pace of progress becomes gentler but more steady. Although his sophisticated expression is often a bit solemn, his heart still contains sincere emotions. Although the vicissitudes of time are written on his body, his ambition is endless and breeds the passion for progress. We all yearn and long for the fact that we can sow and cultivate in autumn and look forward to the harvest season. As long as we don’t slow down, we will definitely have a better tomorrow. I firmly believe that the setting sun in the afternoon will still scatter its light, and the golden autumn season will still be filled with thousands of scenes. Continue to write your own story over the years, appreciate the beautiful scenery during the journey, and enjoy a beautiful life in the ordinary. The lotus will also be "differently red when reflecting the sun", and the splendor will be displayed from another angle.
Time is like an arrow, the years are rushing, how much nostalgia, how much sigh, experiencing wind, frost, cold and warmth, it is difficult to let go of the past. When the fruits are covered with golden autumn, a lot of happiness is added to my heart. When we are no longer burdened by fame and material desires, our mind will be as calm as water and our mind will be calmer. The laws of nature are irresistible, and time flies by. Time does not wait for me. Learn the knowledge I want to learn, do the things I want to do, let life reach its extreme, live a sweet life, and make my smile brighter.
In this life, read yourself carefully! We will be pleasantly surprised to find that even if life is short, human beings can turn decay into magic and make the ordinary world sparkle. We do not resist the laws of nature, but we can paint our lives with great color. Whether sad or happy, after all we have lived; whether we come gently or go quietly, after all we have drawn a symbol of our past existence. Although those past details are left to history, we still need the motivation to move forward, eager to sort out the chaotic thoughts and find a trace of spiritual comfort in the fleeting touch! Maybe, we don’t have great achievements that will last forever, but we can make the stars shine over the moon; maybe, we don’t have earth-shattering stories for future generations to comment on, but we can play a small role. The predecessors created history, and history is wonderful because of them. We continue to write history, and future generations will applaud our efforts. This is the magic of life.
If you read yourself often, you will definitely have new insights, new enlightenments and new gains.
Become enriched, confident, and perfect through constant reading! This enables us to understand ourselves more deeply, and at the same time experience the human relationships and affairs of the world in a broader way, and then understand and cherish the breadth and richness of life, so that we can live more clearly, openly and wisely, and move forward more calmly and firmly.
Reading the ancient alleys A sudden rain in early spring washed away the ancient alleys and made them full of vitality and poetry. Walking on the ancient lanes made of cobblestones, you can no longer find the original moss green, and you can no longer smell the clouds and smoke of history. The ancient alley is like a modern poem with cheerful rhythm and bright rhythm, intoxicating every tourist who is dressed in fashionable clothes and smiling. But I am looking for love Mi Mi. The original moss-green is not only attached to the pebbles, but the mottled ancient pagodas and the vicissitudes of the ancient buildings are also so heavy with moss-green. No matter how I peel it off, it does not fade away bit by bit. Instead, it becomes more and more in my heart. The clouds and smoke of history are not only scattered on the ancient post roads, but also on the folds of the ancient banyan trees and the carvings of the ancient temples. They are also filled with smoke. No matter how much I wave my hand, not a single strand of it is dispersed. Instead, it rippled and rolled around me, galloping like clouds. Squatting or standing in any corner of the ancient alley, looking at it, touching it, you can feel the dignity of the history of the ancient alley, feel the vicissitudes of the ancient alley, and understand the evolution of the ancient alley. I am clearly reading the dignified historical volume of Guxiang. I read Gu Rong. The thousand-year-old banyan tree has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes. Every branch, leaf, and bump is dyed with the moss green of history, and exudes the clouds and smoke of ancient alleys. The years are long and history is ruthless, but the ancient banyan tree stands on the ancient land of the ancient lane year after year, day after day, watching merchants traveling in a hurry, listening to the singing of literati and poets; watching the joyful and peaceful pastoral scenery, and listening to the car riding The sound of swords and swords... Leaves fell one by one, paving the cobblestone lanes. The ancestors of the ancient lanes fled to other places to avoid the war. The wind howled, the fallen leaves rustled, the ancient banyan trees grew old, and the ancient lanes fell silent. , the broken branches and fallen leaves are piled in the corners of the ancient alleys, letting the wind and rain soak them, and letting the years dry. I couldn’t bear to read on—the ancestors were so homeless, and the ancient alleys were so lonely and tragic! Read the ancient pagoda again. What a touching and soul-stirring love story that is! Standing in front of the ancient pagoda, reading the ancient stone carvings and chanting the sad poems, my eyes filled with tears and my soul was moist. "Since ancient times, beauties have had a bad life!" It was not just a delicate and beautiful woman who was bad luck, but also a concubine Hu who fell out of favor. She was clearly a member of a declining dynasty! The declining dynasty is always an era when treacherous ministers are in power and villains are rampant. The emperor becomes fatuous, loyal ministers are framed, and the people suffer. No matter how beautiful a concubine is, if she gets involved in a fight for favor and beauty, she will die in the palace, not to mention that there will be treacherous ministers trying to gain power. Fortunately, Concubine Hu met Huang Chuwan, a businessman, so "it is necessary to know each other before we meet", so she joined hands and went south by boat, thus adding a beauty and a beautiful woman to the ancient alley. Later, the villain caused trouble again, the beauty became a disaster, and the beautiful woman caused disaster. After crossing the river and over the steep mountains, the army burned, killed and looted all the way, heading straight to the foot of Dayu Mountain. Even if the merchants have a lot of gold, it is difficult to buy the royal army to turn around and return north; even if the concubine is passionate, she cannot eliminate the smoke of war. So at a moment when chickens and dogs were flying around and the setting sun was like blood, the imperial concubine, with a heart full of grief, anger and sorrow, threw herself into the well to thank the people in the alley. The royal army did not stop and dismount because the beauty was fragrant and the jade was damaged. They continued to gallop, and there was another scene of swords and swords in the ancient alley, and there was blood and corpses everywhere. The autumn wind is rustling, the autumn clouds are heavy, and the ancient alleys are silent again. Many years later, a stone tower stood up in the ancient alley. The base was an ancient well. Under the ancient well slept a beautiful woman, hiding a love legend. The beauty and love wrapped in the flames of war have become a beautiful and moving legend in the ancient alley, which has been passed down from generation to generation for nearly a thousand years. As I read it, I felt sentimental in my heart, for the fragile concubine, for the lingering love, and for the legend in the ancient alley. Still studying ancient buildings. The ancient alley has three floors, which are located in the south, north and middle. They are named South Building, North Building and Middle Building. Standing under the ancient building, looking up at its red eaves, green tiles, carved dragons and painted phoenixes, a colorful picture of the past prosperity and glory of the ancient alley emerges in your mind. In that peaceful and prosperous age when the flames of war were far away and the beacon smoke dispersed, the ancient alleys were full of singing and dancing, creating a bustling and noisy scene. During the off-farm days, I held a bamboo cigarette in my hand and puffed on it, wandering leisurely in the wine shops and teahouses of the ancient alleys, guessing five and six, and enjoying the joy and excitement of life. There are also talented people and beautiful women hanging around the Shashui Lake. There are willow trees on the embankment, and the lake surface is sparkling. Facing the scenery of lakes and mountains, talented people also recited poems, and beautiful women also sang harmony. How romantic and suave, how gentle and sentimental, all reflected in the clear, mirror-like lake.
The lake in front of you is not better than the West Lake, and the beauty in front of you is not better than the West Lake. So many beautiful pursuits and yearnings in life have all turned into wisps of tenderness, rippling on the green water and blue waves. There are also pavilions and pavilions, a group of literati, a group of prostitutes, playing chess, calligraphy and painting, and feasting and feasting, making the ancient alleys dizzy and misty. They gathered around and called out, went out to the pavilion, went up to the ancient building, went down to the pavilion, watched the lotus blossoms, watched the fish shuttle; listened to the harmonious music of the harp and harp, and listened to the clear poetry. Their figures flickered in the waves of the restaurant. They are a beautiful scenery in the ancient alley. It's a pity that in the turbulent days, they disappeared without a trace like dewdrops in the sun, leaving only bits and pieces of romantic stories embedded in the brick joints of the ancient building and lingering among the eaves and pillars of the ancient building. , for future generations to recite and for tourists to appreciate... However, the ancient building is by no means a peaceful and leisurely picture. In the great changes of the years, the ancient buildings also stood and collapsed with the rise and fall of the ancient lanes. Ancient buildings always stand upright in the wind and smoke of history, bearing the watch of war and smoke every night, and bearing the scars of swords and swords. Climbing up the stairs, sometimes touching and sometimes looking at it, I clearly feel that the ancient building is really old. I am really worried that a storm will cause the ancient building to collapse. However, the ancient building will never fall down. Because only ancient buildings, only buildings like ancient buildings, make ancient alleys more like ancient alleys, and make ancient alleys, a giant volume of history that contains the vicissitudes of time, forever exude the call of the times, and be filled with nostalgic yearning. The building will not fall down, it already stands tall in the hearts of every street dweller. It’s not just the ancient buildings that won’t fall down. The entire ancient alley condenses the diligent pioneering and cultivation of generations of ancestors, and contains the pursuit of a nation's endless struggle. The ancient alleys extend along the Zhushui River and the Pearl River, enriching southern Guangdong; the ancient alleys rise up, standing on the earth, towards the blue sky, and soaring into the sky. Oh, ancient alley! Reading the new historical chapter given to you by the times, reading those exciting and rich connotations, reading those lines of words and phrases that are filled with the atmosphere of reform and opening up, I am delighted and excited, and I am surging deep in my heart. Blessings──Hello Guxiang!
A person, a pen, a book, and a trip, this is my ideal life state.
I have always liked this sentence, either reading or traveling, body and soul, at least one is on the road. And I prefer to read while traveling and travel while reading. On a spring evening when the flowers are blooming, or on a sunny summer day after the rain, or on an autumn day when the trees are rustling, or on a cold winter day when the snow is flying and covered with silver, I would like to walk alone on the road of the changing seasons. On the way. When I am exhausted, I stop and read the books I carry with me, and let my soul continue the journey in my footsteps. Occasionally, when I read something that makes sense, I would happily think about it and hurriedly write down my thoughts and concerns with the pen in my hand. During the journey, when you climb mountains, you will be full of love for the mountains, and when you watch the sea, your thoughts will overflow from the sea. Use pen and paper to record every bit of what happens on the way. When I stood at the end, looked back at the road I had come, and flipped through the pages, the words on the paper also moved and jumped, vying to tell me something. It is a record of my journey. It is also the growth process of my soul.
To establish oneself, study is the first priority, and to study is to study. I love reading, and even more, I love swimming in the ocean of ancient classics. I have always believed that dialogue with sages can enable me to travel back to that era and return to that ancient country, to feel the wisdom of our ancestors, to bathe in rituals and music, and to experience Ancient charm and ancient flavor. In this way, you can appreciate the charm of language and improve your own temperament. As I read more and more, and read more and more deeply, I was like the ancients, shaking my head, wandering under the moon, walking and chanting, and it really had a unique charm in my heart.
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to write before dawn. I think that a person who loves literature will always have a quiet side in his life. Therefore, in addition to liking to write while traveling, I also put my pen in the dark night, allowing it to express my inner feelings in the silence and darkness. When the world around me has fallen asleep and my impetuous mind gradually calms down, I will always light up a lamp and my mind will be unrestrained, and my pen will gallop across the paper like a wild horse. Until the first meter of sunlight in the morning drove away the darkness around me, I slowly turned off the lights and fell asleep contentedly in the fragrance of ink.
Thank God for giving us the ability to read and write, so that our lonely souls can find a faithful refuge. I have read hundreds of thousands of books and written like a god. Books are a huge power, and they are inseparable life partners and mentors for young people. Reading a good book is like talking to many noble people. The more I read, the emptier I felt.
Every book is a soul printed in black on white paper. As long as my eyes and my mind come into contact with it, it comes alive. Only when we read a certain amount of books can we write an immortal masterpiece that will shock the world and make ghosts and gods cry!
In life, we should not only pursue the length of the long journey of life, but also broaden the width and depth of the growth path of life. Lifespan and age can record the length of our lives, while the breadth and depth of life must be measured by a lifetime of experience. While we are young, we should broaden our horizons, enrich our experiences, try to read and write more, and work harder to add luster to our precious lives. So I like this sentence very much, either reading or traveling, body and soul, at least one is on the road.
A person, a pen, a book, and a trip, this is my ideal life state.
I have always liked this sentence, either reading or traveling, body and soul, at least one is on the road. And I prefer to read while traveling and travel while reading. On a spring evening when the flowers are blooming, or on a sunny summer day after the rain, or on an autumn day when the trees are rustling, or on a cold winter day when the snow is flying and covered with silver, I would like to walk alone on the road of the changing seasons. On the way. When I am exhausted, I stop and read the books I carry with me, and let my soul continue the journey in my footsteps. Occasionally, when I read something that makes sense, I would happily think about it and hurriedly write down my thoughts and concerns with the pen in my hand. During the journey, when you climb mountains, you will be full of love for the mountains, and when you watch the sea, your thoughts will overflow from the sea. Use pen and paper to record every bit of what happens on the way. When I stood at the end, looked back at the road I had come, and flipped through the pages, the words on the paper also moved and jumped, vying to tell me something. It is a record of my journey. It is also the growth process of my soul.
To establish oneself, study is the first priority, and to study is to study. I love reading, and even more, I love swimming in the ocean of ancient classics. I have always believed that dialogue with sages can enable me to travel back to that era and return to that ancient country, to feel the wisdom of our ancestors, to bathe in rituals and music, and to experience Ancient charm and ancient flavor. In this way, you can appreciate the charm of language and improve your own temperament. As I read more and more, and read more and more deeply, I was like the ancients, shaking my head, wandering under the moon, walking and chanting, and it really had a unique charm in my heart.
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to write before dawn. I think that a person who loves literature will always have a quiet side in his life. Therefore, in addition to liking to write while traveling, I also put my pen in the dark night, letting it express my inner feelings in the silence and darkness. When the world around me has fallen asleep and my impetuous mind gradually calms down, I will always light up a lamp and my mind will be unrestrained, and my pen will gallop across the paper like a wild horse. Until the first meter of sunlight in the morning drove away the darkness around me, I slowly turned off the lights and fell asleep contentedly in the fragrance of ink.
Thank God for giving us the ability to read and write, so that our lonely souls can find a faithful refuge. I have read hundreds of thousands of books and written like a god. Books are a huge power, and they are inseparable life partners and mentors for young people. Reading a good book is talking to many noble people. The more I read, the emptier I felt. Every book is a soul printed in black on white paper. As long as my eyes and my mind come into contact with it, it comes alive. Only when we read a certain amount of books can we write an immortal masterpiece that will shock the world and make ghosts and gods cry!
In life, we should not only pursue the length of the long journey of life, but also broaden the width and depth of the growth path of life. Lifespan and age can record the length of our lives, while the breadth and depth of life must be measured by a lifetime of experience. While we are young, we should broaden our horizons, enrich our experiences, try to read and write more, and work harder to add luster to our precious lives. So I like this sentence very much, either reading or traveling, body and soul, at least one is on the road.