Appreciate "The world of spring flowers seems to be drifting away from me, and carefree years wave goodbye to me" in Wind and Lotus. Occasionally, I can only live.

The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.

1. There is an old book that is almost fantasy literature, called "Ten Countries in the Sea" (the title of Dong Fangshuo in the Han Dynasty is generally considered to be the false trust of the Six Dynasties). Interestingly, the falsehood of the ancients is different from that of today. The falsehood of the ancients is that they wrote their own works but put on the names of celebrities for the purpose of dissemination. Nowadays, people's falsehood is to steal other people's things for personal gain. It is mentioned in the book that in Fenglinzhou, Xihai, there is an adhesive made of chicken's beak and horn, which can stick all broken wires, even if the crossbow string is broken. "Natural History" (Jin Zhanghua) even described that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty used this glue to connect broken strings, and then shot them all day, and the bowstring was still good, hence the name "Second String Glue". Such a story really makes people think. Ah! Is it possible for everything to split and overlap, and for everything to be cut off and restored? Is this really possible? This strange country to which I belong is so eager to continue marriage. Myth quietly expresses the long-cherished wish of the whole nation, and I shed tears for the almost religious desire for eternity.

-"preface"

2. There is also a sad "Xitang River" in Taiwan Province Province, which is "the tears of the old generation of 49 immigrants looking west for their hometown and never coming back". The river often hangs in front of their eyes, three inches long, but it keeps flowing.

-"preface"

But because I was too lazy to argue, I stole a sentence from Zhou Meicheng, a Song poet. "One by one, the wind lifts the lotus" is actually "swept by the wind", which translates as "in the wind, the lotus stands upright one by one, holding its glory". Because my name has the word "wind", I have a special feeling for lotus leaves in the wind. Everything in the world, such as lotus flowers or orange pomelo flowers, has its own fragrance, and I am the disturbing wind that spreads the fragrance everywhere.

-"preface"

Sunshine wine is very light, but very mellow, and it is shallowly poured into every cup-shaped wildflower. What kind of king holds a picnic? Why decorate every corner so luxuriously and elegantly? Let people passing by feel shabby.

-"Magic Season"

In our city, if the summer is too long, the autumn scenery will inevitably appear later. But autumn fruit will never be confused-this hard and clear metal season. Let's take whatever we want from the cool breeze, and let's take whatever we want from the newly cut grass fragrance.

-"Autumn, Autumn"

On a hot and melancholy afternoon, I walked on the sidewalk, listening to my lonely footsteps in the crowd.

-"Forest Articles"

7. The cold rain in February soaked the street lamps.

-"the first poem"

8. Life and death, light and darkness, love and suffering are so close.

And poetry, at this moment, in the labor room, I feel lonely. You and I are all alone in our own world. Why are poetry, all comfort and all pity eyes so unrealistic? Who will understand the pain, the pain that twisted my body and shattered my soul? I struggled and cried in vain. What is poetry and life? Is it a kind of regeneration from fracture and self-scar?

-"the first poem"

9. One day, when you were walking through weeds and smoke, I was there to gently shout to you-accompanied by wind and water.

-"the first poem"

10. It seems to be April, it seems to be Yuan Ye, and it seems to be a flower valley where butterflies are flying.

-"the first poem"

1 1. Like a waterfall hanging high, you suddenly left me.

"Congratulations, it's a boy."

"Thank you." I whispered, comforting and sad.

I can almost hear them cutting the umbilical cord. Our lives are divided, divided and cut by sharp knives. Shishi, from now on, although we will live in the same room on the surface, I will breast-feed you, hug you, kiss you and send you to your dreams every night, but in any case, you are yourself. Your tears and your laughter will have nothing to do with me. You will flap your wings and fly to your clear sky.

Poetry, but why do I cry, why do I always want to save something.

What role in the world is more lonely than mother, Shi Shi, they are destined to cry, Shi Shi, let me hold your hand and let us get as close as possible. And when you fly, let me stand on a higher hill and worry about every passing cloud for you.

-"the first poem"

12. The world of spring flowers seems to be drifting away from me, and carefree years have waved goodbye to me. From time to time, I can only live in your world, guarding your cradle, waiting for you to toddler until you come out of my sight.

-"the first poem"

13. Think of my dizziness when I was sixteen years old and stood in the garden of a girls' middle school. That spring, the universe was particularly wild. I stood in the middle of the garden and looked at all the flowers around me. I'm really afraid that I will be stunned by those beautiful women.

Now, poetry and the dream of youth are fading away, and the only thing left is more real than truth and better than beauty, and that is you. But Shishi, what are you? Is it the last dream of my dream life?

-"the first poem"

14. This rainy early summer is sad because of a room full of shells. Those colorful shells seem only suitable for echoing an old song, a forgotten poem. But it's noisy and crowded. Who looks back at the life that once wriggled, and who pities the wandering souls that never return to the sea?

-"the first poem"

15. All good things always seem heavy-but our pain is our meaning, and our load is our value. Poetry, how can there be weightless flowers in the world? How can there be cheap beauties on earth?

-"the first poem"

16. Living red wine will always be squeezed out from the broken grapes, and the sweet juice of life will always flow out from the squeezed sugarcane stems.

-"the first poem"

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17. Isn't life just a rain? You used to exult in ignorance, you used to ponder in obsession-but more often, you have to endure cold and humidity, helplessness and loneliness, and live with the illusion of sunny days.

-The sound of rain

18. I was probably awakened by white clouds that morning, I think. Clouds pass by the window one by one, with the unique glare of Qiuyang.

The sunshine is really there, and you can almost smell it-after so long rain and darkness. I went out without an umbrella. The clear sky is credible.

-"After the robbery"

19. So I learned to thank the sun-because depression is not impossible. I learned to be grateful for peaceful days-because storms are not impossible. I learned to appreciate living on a small income-because hunger is not impossible. Even learned to thank a ferocious face-because one day, some of us will lose this very fragile body.

Moreover, it seems that everything that is unsatisfactory can be even more unsatisfactory when you know it so easily. And every ordinary thing is out of an unexpected luck.

-"After the robbery"

20. When you come to the West Lake, from Emei, where the smoke frame is green, to the world where the flowers are soft and red, is it necessary for you to take a trip? But there is no place in Lihu Lake, Waihu Lake, Su Causeway and Bai Causeway. Mom, there is room for you.

-"Xu Shilin's Monologue"

2 1. Thousands of tourists came and went to the West Lake. Be grateful for the beautiful scenery and think of all kinds of people in the world. Mom, who else is there besides you?

-"Xu Shilin's Monologue"

22. In the vast world, you only cling to the warm moment under the umbrella. The lake is thousands of hectares, the water waves are cold, and the time is cold. However, under an umbrella, an 84-bone oiled paper umbrella with purple bamboo as the handle, people get together, and there is a human fragrance under the umbrella. Millennium practice is a blank without memory, but the moment under the umbrella is enough to tell the Millennium. Mom, from Emei to West Lake, the storm and hail in Wan Li are all in your mind. So you care about the umbrella, but you just love walking with the person under the umbrella. You like that person because you love the world and the gentle and moving world.

-"Xu Shilin's Monologue"

23. It is said that the Leifeng Tower will sit down in the beautiful sunset, for thousands of years, just to suppress a woman's infatuation. Mom, can the town live? I don't believe it.

-"Xu Shilin's Monologue"

24. What a woman loves is the good mood of all the good weather, the clear love in her heart, and the unspeakable tenderness.

-"Xu Shilin's Monologue"

25. There will always be poetry books that can't be burned by Qin, and the tenderness that the French bowl can't cover.

-"Xu Shilin's Monologue"

26. A drink and a peck are all merits of the day. Because of the power of people, you will be grateful within five days; As for a table, the kindness of feeding, the love for * * *, the countryside and the soil are all solemn.

-"Drinking Pecks"

It seems that no woman in the world will record her three meals a day. If a woman has been married for 50 years, she will cook more than 54,000 meals. This is crazy. Women just turned a small kitchen into a temple dedicated to incense. She is a lifelong priest, more pious than any monk. She does it three times a day, and there must be persistence and gentleness that makes people cry.

-"Drinking Pecks"

28. I put Toona sinensis in my mouth and carefully tasted that strange smell. The world seems to have stopped for a moment, and Faust still can't say that sentence after experiencing all the earthly joys given by the devil. I think I can say:

"Perfect, let time stop at this moment!"

Not only for the delicious buds of the tree, but also for all kinds of karma behind it. The southernmost town on the island, the old house in the city, the hometown of the old house, and the trees in the garden symbolize the father and mother.

-"Drinking Pecks"

29. It was a morning in early August, and the sunshine in the southern part of the United States was slow and transparent, filled with a bitter, ancient and quiet happiness of people who had suffered for a long time.

-"Read your names."

30. The name is a symbol that parents all over the world yearn for. Among thousands of Chinese characters in China, they found one or two of the most beautiful and mellow words-every name in the world is a short and simple prayer!

-"Read your names."

3 1. What is a doctor? Children, when a life quietly takes shape in a warm and elastic uterus, you are the first person to announce this sacred fact. You are the first person to see his heartbeat in another world, when that arrogant little thing wants to change. When he rushed into the world in vain, it was your hands that caught the gorgeous first cry. It is your right to give your baby a lot of vaccinations. It's you who tugged at a newborn's boat fiber and let him start his own Chu Hang. The child has a fever in the middle of the night, and you are the object that those mothers call with confidence. A surgeon like Zhou Gongdan will put down his food three times in a simple lunch and then walk into the emergency room. Sometimes, maybe you just need to rub some mercuric chloride water and prescribe some aspirin to the patient, but sometimes, you have to cut the skin, open the ribs, open the lungs and insert the scalpel deeply into a bright red heart hidden in the chest. When hematologic cancer devours an innocent child, you even have to endure helpless heartbreak! A famous scholar comes to you, maybe just a toothache patient with a bad temper, a successful entrepreneur comes to you, maybe just an asthma patient with a gas knot. When a great politician comes to see you, he may just take a breath, dragging his paralyzed body after a stroke. A beautiful female star in the registration room, or just a patient with insomnia, neurasthenia and suicidal tendency for a long time-you accompany the patient through the darkest moment of life, you listen to the dying person's last breath and explore his last heartbeat. You write the birth certificate, you sign the death certificate, your face is written in the pupil of the baby's first flash, and it is also written in the last gaze of the dying person. You accompany mankind through birth, death and illness. What role do you play? How can a real doctor not be a saint?

-"Read your names."

In fact, the process of becoming a doctor is an ascetic process. How much do you need to learn to avoid your ignorance? What kind of honor should we maintain in order to avoid our inaction? How many times do you hesitate to pick up a scalpel and cut the first body? How do you introspect yourself to avoid the professional calmness and ruthlessness after thousands of patients? Before becoming a healer, it should be ourselves who need to be healed first. Be a "possessor" before giving everything.

-"Read your names."

33. The myth is absurd, but what is touching is the dedication of a medical practitioner and his sympathy for the hungry, drowning and sick people. As a modern doctor, of course, you don't have to be poisoned more than 70 times a day, but it is still valuable to be close to other people's pain and understand their sadness, and to visit another "person" who is suffering from diseases as a simple "person".

-"Read your names."

When you help others, please remember that medicine is sometimes scarce, and only endless love can light up a suffering soul. What is indispensable in ancient medical skills is "taking the pulse". I'm sure there are some mysterious symbols in such a simple action. Can you imagine feeling the sacred picture of another person's pulse with the doctor's sensitive fingertips?

-"Read your names."

In fact, no matter how we study the mystery, what is valuable is a little sincerity to people. We can embrace a thousand galaxies with admiring arms, but when the brilliant light flow is close to our chest, the most touching music is still the vigorous and solid human heartbeat that rings 72 times per minute!

-"Read your names."

As a Chinese teacher, what I can give you is limited. One morning a few years ago, I walked into the classroom. The class I was going to take that day was The Book of Songs-and we just got the news of quitting the United Nations. I held an old collection of poems and looked at the audience and choked. What I can see in front of me is the lighthouse of the twentieth century, but the progress of the course requires me to talk about poems from 3,000 years ago. There are many clear streams floating with aquatic plants, pools of willows, grasslands in Luming Literature, and tender and sincere feelings. I stood on the stage, looked at the excited eyes of the audience, and decided to go on. That beautiful four-character poem is eternal. I told those children that there is something more powerful than power and territory, and that is culture-as long as the Chinese are still there and China is still there, we still have a place to live.

-"Read your names."

37. Spring must be like this: from the foot of the green hill, a handful of snow can't hold on, with a splash, a cold face becomes a painted face, a song is sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low and desolate villages, to the hedgerows, to the yellow webbed ducklings and to the soft and soluble spring mud.

So charming, so sensitive, but so chaotic. A thunder can make clouds cry for no reason, and a cuckoo cry can make a city full of azaleas. When a gust of wind rises, every willow tree sings white, empty, inexplicable and inaudible flies. Every fly is a semicolon of a willow. Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still make people calm.

-"nostalgia in spring"

Spring must be like this: the dead stems covered with dark leaves and flowers in the pond cling to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of families in the north are bullied by the wind and cloud, gently holding an empty bird's nest. Then, suddenly, one day, peach blossoms captured all the mountain village water corridors. Willow trees control the royal ditch and the folk river head-the spring water is like Julian Waghann with a clear-cut flag, which is beautiful because of long-term pious prayer.

-"nostalgia in spring"

As for all the flowers, they have been given to the butterfly to count. Give all the pistils to the bees for cataloging. All the trees were ruined by the wind. Leave the wind to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and inquire one by one.

-"nostalgia in spring"

40. Many years have passed, and suddenly one day I bought a copy of Er Ya Yin Tu on a whim, not for credit, not for a youthful and competitive job, but for an unspeakable attachment. That year, I walked into the classroom of my junior year, facing the blackboard and being a student-now, I walk into the classroom of my junior year, carrying the blackboard and being a teacher. Time flies, Er Ya is still the same as Er Ya two thousand years ago.

When reading the catalogue, I was surprised at first and explained 19 times in one breath. Why haven't I seen this beauty before? At that time, the world was so affectionate that I could see that people at that time were conceited and happy. Mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the stars, plants, insects and fish, even the most elusive music, the most realistic cowshed and stable, the most complicated kinship, and the language and writing of China were all explained. Reading Erya, I only feel that the world is so simple and magnificent, so clear and smooth, as clear as a baby. It seems that as soon as people in that era got up in the morning, the world approached him intimately. For him, the world is a paper with every answer on it, and he can't think of anything disturbing.

-"Enemy Boxing (1)"

4 1. I remember Rome on the postcard, with fountains all over the streets. They just twist the cross-flow water into crystal columns that bounce into the sky. Western civilization is so noisy and dazzling that people can't help but be distracted.

But when I look up at the "one-man spring" in the still night, I feel that a small plug has been gently uncovered in my heart-not the fountain in the city, but on a very high mountain peak. A small spring, like a heart, can only accommodate one pilgrim, but every pulse gushes out the blood marrow of the earth. For thousands of years, I have given water spoons drop by drop.

-"Enemy Boxing (1)"

42. For the Han nationality, the local flavor does exist.

……

I have never done such an experiment. I have no doubt about this kind of thing. I'd rather admit that the land has life. It can breathe, exhale, hibernate under a loose white snow blanket and wake up screaming. Moreover, it is said that it will hold an egg with its chest breath so that it will not fall, and it will fly naughtily, like a child blowing candles on a cake, and he will blow away the ash in one breath-the season begins with applause in the room!

Experiment? Of course, it's not necessary. The land must be alive. He is responsible for carrying rice and sending wheat up. He released thousands of green dragons in the corn field. He transpiration peach trees and plum trees, forcing fruits and vegetables to mature-how can there be no charm in the world!

-Enemy Boxing (2)

43. China's writing, as far as its pictographic character is concerned, adopts the method of "painting its' objects' and bowing with the body". You don't need to know the word "millet", but you know it is a kind of grain, which means green in the vast fields. You don't need to know "Elk", but you know that it is a branch of Cervidae, a kind creature calling for drinking water by a shallow stream. You may not know "Wen", but you can imagine that this is a beautiful astronomical phenomenon, and it is your sister.

As a China person, every day I will meet a sketch with something in every word. We saw the sun, moon, mountains and Sichuan again in a simple newspaper, and they still vividly described the surprise and admiration of primitive people for all that. When we see the word "book", it shows us rows of dense and uniform bamboo slips. When we see the word "fruit", the joy that hangs heavily on the highest branch is still urgent and real, and we can't help but feel the true affection that matters to everything.

-"Friends of Everything"

44. Life is the same. A few tiles, a well, an old monster, the story revolves around props. In that ancient era, everything had the hands of ancestors and cordial feelings. Unfortunately, that era is still far away. We are in a commercial society where money buys goods. We are a generation that shops at a fixed price. A cup is just a cup, and a pen is just a pen. This year's clothes are next year's garbage. The moon will appear on the fluorescent screen, so you don't have to bother to see the circle in the sky. We have unlimited material desires, but we can't have any interest in things.

-"Friends of Everything"

45. Du Gong is from Heilongjiang. For people my age, Heilongjiang is more beautiful than anything in a vague concept, and I dare not look up. It's a thousand-year-old black forest, a thousand-peak snow and a vast Wan Li, and a cracked, rushing river.

-"Half-court game"

46. Don't I ever love the full moon again? No, I just began to understand that flowers are accidental, but at the same time I also learned to love the "normality" of not blooming when the moon is not round.

-"The Moonless Night"

47. There are defects in heaven and earth, but defects cause wrinkles, and wrinkles cause the beauty of strange peaks and valleys. The moon can't be round forever, and life is often unsatisfactory; When we admit all these defects calmly, we suddenly find that nothing is unacceptable.

-"The Moonless Night"

48. I'm afraid everything is famous because of the lovely hegemony of human beings.

-"Ask the name"

49. It's like Wang Baochuan standing on a colorful building with a hydrangea in his hand and trying to throw it to a man named Xue Pinggui. Who is Xue Pinggui? A wanderer in the distance? A fantasy man with a red light protector that makes people think the garden is on fire? I don't know, but knowing where the hydrangea falls, everything must be good-because I believe it is good.

-"Tomb of Love"

Agra is almost the "deputy capital" of the Mughal Empire, with a dry climate and fertile soil, but it has a specific and subtle desert landscape. I wonder if the natural environment of this city is close to the desert, which is easy to arouse the homesickness of Mongols, so there are many Mughal emperors to build it? Or is it because the city is loved by many Mughal emperors, and over time, it has also politely succumbed to the desert landscape in return? In a word, this city is different from other hot and humid cities.

-"Tomb of Love"