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Sometimes I even believe that only broken things are beautiful.

I like broken roots, withered branches, withered leaves, rusty clocks in ancient temples, broken doors, broken walls, deeply covered autumn grass in the courtyard, cracked jade fences on sloping stone steps, falling clouds and cold stars, withered stems and withered willows, silent old people walking around in faded clothes to pick up rags, and old schoolbags made of flowers on their thin shoulders to go to school. I even like a broken beer bottle or a crushed can rolling silently on the ground and then standing still. Whenever I see these insignificant human things, I always stare at them intently until I look at them in a far, far away realm.

I don't know how beautiful they are, so I can't imagine how beautiful they are. So, I was deeply immersed in this unimaginable beauty, digging up their beautiful past, and then, looking back suddenly, I brought these two life forms to my eyes and shed tears. This inexplicable everything contains many unspeakable joys and sorrows, eternal sadness and boundless desolation in the vicissitudes of life!

I like watching people cry, listening to people roar, spitting out some buried memories after drinking wine, and watching a unrequited lover standing silently in the rain with an umbrella on his beloved's wedding night. I like people who are always quiet and peaceful to talk endlessly about their sufferings. People who have been happy and satisfied will suddenly feel depressed and lost. Old people will remember their yellow youth, and arrogant people will regret the love they missed. I like the sad smile of stars after they fall out of favor, the painful look back of heroes in their twilight years, the tea drinking of those who are frustrated in officialdom, and the sadness of beauty passing away in the mirror. I like people to dig out the most painful part of themselves when they are weakest and unprepared, then tremble, then cry, and then let their hearts bleed.

At this time, even if I don't know anything about the person in front of me, I will definitely believe that this person has a beautiful soul that was once beautiful and is still beautiful. The bitterness and suffering he experienced, as well as those unforgettable worries and emotions, are the deepest imprint in his life and the most treasured storage. Only when his reputation is ruined will he release these long-lived pigeons and open the window to reveal his true face.

What can be broken must be really alive. Lin Daiyu broke up because of her unforgettable love; San Mao's breaking stems from her understanding and detachment at that moment after the vicissitudes of life; Van Gogh was broken because the sun used a golden knife to make him suffer constantly in the light; Beethoven's smash is a tragic movement of black and white keys's impact on life with great spirituality. If the breaking of ordinary people reveals the purest and most beautiful light of human nature, then the breaking of these excellent souls, like silver fireworks, fills the sky above us. How many dreams and the true meaning of life have we learned from it!

I know that not many people can enjoy this unique happiness and joy like me, and not many people know how this broken beauty covers the fields and grasslands in front of our door finely and densely, just like the moonlight tonight.

Who said: The beauty of a flower lies in its blooming. And blooming is actually the breaking of the flower heart.

Life is like the wind.

What an old metaphor. You may think it comes and goes in a hurry without a trace; I waded through mountains and rivers, scouring the gravel in time and space, and found the true meaning of this metaphor:

Only the wind can cross the thorns.

Dickinson described life as the inside and outside of the wall, and we climbed layer by layer. In fact, these layers of fences are covered with thorns, and when we walk by, we are often bruised and exhausted. At this time, you can see the wind outside the wall winding and roaring mercilessly, leaving spectacular traces in the air.

We are on the eternal journey of life, running in bumps, and in setbacks, Nie NB 02 1 # is full of sadness and pain. We are tired, but we can't stop; We are bitter, but we cannot avoid it. Sunshine and rain are coming, flying sand and stones, and we are covered in scars, but we have to face the thorny jungle.

Thoreau said, "You can hear the sound of the river here. The ancient wind that lost its name rustled through our Woods. " Perhaps looking back at ancient times, we can understand the true meaning of life like the wind.

Su Shi sees the wind. This once brilliant literati began to be down and out because of the Huangzhou poetry case, and was besieged on all sides. On the moonlit night in Chibi, he was disheartened, looking at "the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains" and dreaming of his dancing crane. Faced with the frustration as deep as a river, he saw the wind whistling and circling at the top of the mountain, and then crossed the dark thorn forest with the pain of tearing the body and cracking the bones. In a flash, the lump in his heart and the twining pain went with the wind. Frustration, pain, only forgetting.

Epiphany.

So he lived happily in the world of mortals, sent his feelings to the mountains and rivers, and finally became immortal. However, the wind that night has been lost in the years, and no one can see it. ...

Van Gogh saw the wind. He lay lazily in the sunflower field, entangled in a difficult problem and pain: none of the paintings that exhausted his hard work were understandable and could not be sold! For a person who regards art as his life, no one appreciates his art as if no one values his life. This is a great pain of being despised and despised! This is the biggest setback in a person's life!

Fortunately, he saw a gust of wind passing through the sunflower field. The wind was stopped and roared angrily. But, they moved on! Forward! They succeeded in spite of being scratched by the swaying branches.

So he also succeeded.

Paintings like Sunflower are priceless and rare until today, shortly after his death.

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There are too many stories about the wind.

When the wind blows the horn through a silent forest of thorns, I believe many wise eyes have seen everything it shows.

Only the wind can cross the thorns.

Only by learning the wind can we despise all setbacks, let the pain disappear and let the happiness overflow the journey!

The flowers bloom luxuriantly.

Keep a quiet heart.

Life is an endless sea, and man is a boat on the sea. The sea is never calm, so people always have joys and sorrows. When nameless troubles hit, frustration and hesitation burned every nerve. But, my friend, don't forget to keep a quiet heart, and there will be no more pain.

In front of everyone, there is a road to a distant place, rugged but full of hope. Not everyone can go very far, because there are always people who are tired and give up halfway without pouring the sand out of their shoes. Therefore, the feeling that dominates people is not joy and pain itself, but mood.

When the troubles of life strike, please leave your baggage behind, look up at the bright blue sky and let the gentle blue shine into your heart. Just like when I was tired of playing as a child, I found a green and soft grass to lie down, let the sun fall on my face, and let the breeze blow my heart without wrinkles.

When surrounded by layers of setbacks, please open the window, let the refreshing fresh air in, and find a little peace in the fragrant and sweet earthy breath, just like when you were a child, you picked up dandelion whiskers, puffed up your cheeks, blew open umbrellas after umbrellas, closed your eyes in surprise and made a wish. In this way, there is more comfort and joy in my heart.

When the helpless melancholy comes, please open your eyes, watch the sunset and listen to the insects singing and birds singing. Just like when I was a child, I listened to the crickets in the grass garden and looked up and counted the twinkling stars in the sky. In this way, all the annoying noises gradually fade away, and what you have is a quiet heart.

Keep a quiet heart, and you will sincerely sigh: Even if I am not happy enough, don't frown deeply. Life is too short to practice penance.

Keep a quiet heart, and you will understand that broadness can dilute sadness and tranquility can dispel confusion. Yes, no one knows how far it is, but open the window of the soul and let in the happy sunshine and moonlight, and a quiet heart will have an eternal happy song.

Only by keeping a quiet heart can you constantly surpass and challenge yourself. Even if it is an eternal distance, something will be born-a miracle.