"It seems that the world has given me punishment, and God said: comb your damn hair! When I was young, I boasted about having horsehair, but when I was old, I cursed. You sleep! It's still early,-the sun didn't get up until after a sleep ... "
"I don't want to sleep!"
"If you don't want to sleep, don't sleep well," she immediately agreed, knitting her hair and looking at the sofa. Mother was lying on the sofa, face up, straight as a string. "How did you break the milk bottle yesterday? You laugh! "
Grandma seems to be singing with her heart. Every word is as gentle, bright and rich as a flower, and it has firmly entered my memory at once. When she smiled, her eyes, as black as a black cherry, were round and shining with an indescribable light of happiness. In her smile, her white and powerful teeth are happily exposed. Although the skin is dark and there are many wrinkles on both cheeks, the whole face still looks young and clear. But this face was ruined by a soft nose, swollen nostrils and a red nose tip. She sniffed tobacco from a black snuff bottle inlaid with silver. Her clothes are all black, but through her eyes, an eternal, happy and warm light comes from his heart. Her waist is almost hunched, fat and fat, but as light and agile as a big cat and as soft as this lovely animal.
The blood of dead fish attracts sharks. They sniff out the trail, swim along the route taken by the boat and the fish, and bite off the meat of the big fish with their big mouths. He can't bear to see the fish, it has been badly bitten. He said: "People are not born to be defeated. You can destroy him as much as you can, but you can't beat him. " It killed the first shark with a harpoon, but the harpoon also sank to the bottom of the sea with the shark, so the old man tied the knife to the paddle and shot at the shark again, but the sharks came one after another and had no time to fight back. He can't bear to think about the torn fish belly. They beat me this time, he thought, but as long as I have an oar, a short stick and a tiller, I will kill them. The shark came again and again, and the old man hit it with a stick. At night, sharks swarmed, and the old man only saw the phosphorescence on them. He did everything with women's sticks, but they still bit the fish piece by piece. Finally, a shark jumped on the head of the dead fish. He knew it was all over, and he finally failed. There is nothing he can do. All he knows is that the ship is running smoothly. The Old Man and the Sea
Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?
I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.
What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time?
You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever? Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry"
I don't know if I want to go back. I can't say whether I want to or not, or it doesn't matter. I can't tell whether I am like that child, like that old man, or like a lover in love. Something like this: I am the three of them at the same time. When I came, I was a child. He has too many childish ideas, crying and crying to come. As soon as he saw the world, he immediately became a desperate lover. For lovers, no matter how long it takes, it is fleeting. At that time, he knew that every step was actually on the way back. When the morning glory first bloomed, the funeral horn had sounded.
But the sun, it will always be the sunset and the rising sun. When he went down the mountain to collect all the desolate afterglow, it was just the time when he climbed to the other side of the mountain to burn. On that day, I will also quietly go down the mountain, leaning on crutches. One day, in a ravine, a happy child will definitely run up and hold his toy.
Of course, that's not me.
But isn't that me?
The universe refines a song and dance into eternity with its endless desire. What kind of name this desire has can be ignored.
-"I and Ditan" Shi Tiesheng
Mr. Lu Xun said: "Genius is not a monster born and raised in the wild mountains, but is produced and cultivated by people who can make genius grow, so without such people, there is no genius." If someone thinks that he is very talented and can break through the world by himself, without paying attention to the cooperation with society and others, it is bound to make a "trip". People with real brains will understand that to succeed, one must consider various factors, learn from various examples, cooperate with various people and cooperate with various environments in order to succeed.
People will always meet several special people in this life. These people may just be your pure spiritual sustenance, but they can't simply be classified as friends, because their concern for you has gone beyond the boundaries and ideas of ordinary friends, but you and he have never sublimated into lovers, and you are often as light as water. So this kind of person should be between lovers and friends. Then, the emotion between you and him, the extraordinary friendship that can't be simply classified as love, can only be between friendship and love. Maybe you put it above friendship and love.
Unlike March in Jiangnan, it is ruddy and green, drizzling and poetic. There are no obvious seasons on fertile land. It's like a flash in the pan, and it comes and goes in a hurry. It's like living between winter and summer. Its glory is short-lived, just like a fleeting moment. When you just feel the pulse and smell the breath of spring, spring is like a sleepy traveler on a train, and suddenly you hear a "jingle" sound, which has sent you to the station in summer.
Therefore, Russian educational experts put forward the latest educational theory-cooperative pedagogy. Teachers and students establish a brand-new cooperative partnership in the field of education, carry out research-based learning, and forge ahead harmoniously in the ocean of knowledge. ("Talking about Cooperation")
On the earth, the grass is trembling and surging in the cold wind, sticking out its delicate hands tenaciously and embracing the footprints of spring. The spring breeze is mixed with dust here. Unlike scissors, it is like a huge sand turbine spinning in the sky, polishing spring, willow leaves, grass and even all life. In this way, March polished to May, when the dust settled, the earth full of green, spring left, summer came.
Spring has come. Everything is revived, the green hills are green, and the rivers are surging. The weather is getting warmer and warmer again. After the long winter, the grass grows out of the soil again, tender and green. Everything is green. In the warm spring breeze and the warm sunshine, people are really happy. All kinds of flowers are covered with branches. It's bright and lively. Hundreds of bees are singing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes are dancing. All kinds of wild flowers are also blooming everywhere. The clear warm wind is blowing, with the smell of earth and grass flowers. It is thick and fragrant, and birds are singing among flowers and leaves. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time. The spring rain kept falling, and there was a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are extremely green and the grass is extremely green.