Excerpts from American literature

Gradually, the days passed by; Gradually, people get older every year.

What is happiness? Everyone has different ideas and standards, although the happy ending is so happy. Happiness can overflow on the face, happiness can also be written in the heart, when happiness shines in the sun, happiness is burning.

Why happiness is burning, because happiness is a kind of strength, and it is a kind of strength that has been improved after tempering. A courage to walk through dark thorns, a courage to climb steep cliffs, a calmness to walk through a pool of blood, and a gesture of dialysis that life is short. Therefore, happiness is like the moment of low tide, the moment of dusk, drawing a beautiful quiet arc at the intersection of heaven and earth, which contains countless intelligent elves.

Therefore, happiness is actually very beautiful.

The beauty of happiness is that it is not easy to get, just as a song goes, "Happiness is not the rain in Mao Mao, it will not fall from the sky by itself". Any beautiful flower begins with a forgotten seed. Happiness is a process of creation, and happiness has gone through a long journey.

Some people say that happiness can actually be as simple as drinking a cup of your favorite drink, wearing a favorite dress, doing a favorite thing, or liking a stranger, or smiling in the mirror ... I prefer to call these shallow feelings "happiness" because they are revealed in an instant, or at this moment. Happiness is deep, a joy from the inside out, and a harvest of hard work.

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Happiness doesn't need confession, and it's not for showing off. Happiness is to feel quietly, just like enjoying the starry sky in the universe and enjoying its profundity in silence.

Happiness can't be concealed, let alone compared with others. Happiness is for tasting, just like facing an attractive dish, ten people's taste buds will solve a hundred different tastes.

Happiness should be carefully cared for and secretly collected. Happiness is like the most mellow spring in the world. Only by staying away from pollution can it remain clear.

Some people say that sharing happiness doubles happiness; Share the pain, and the pain will be reduced by half. Happiness is actually a feeling of happiness. Compared with the profundity of happiness, happiness is like dew on a flower. When the sun shines, the dew will disappear ... and happiness is the seed that keeps dancing in the soil, and its wonderful limbs are hidden in a calm joy.

When people see flowers, they know that there are beautiful things in this world. Some people can feel it from the depths of their hearts, some people can secretly yearn for it in their dreams, some people can only peek out of the corner of their eyes, and some people don't even have the courage to peek ... Once, everyone had a blueprint for happiness in their hearts, some people could smell the flowers in their lifetime and pick them up sweetly, some people were just surrounded by flowers at the end of their lives, and some people could only be so lonely.

One day, if you feel happy, please put your happiness away! There are still many people in this world. They didn't have a chance to sow a seed, and they didn't have time to wait until the moment when the flowers bloomed. They need to be shared, not shared.

Rivers are thousands of miles away, and there are clouds in Wan Li. Happiness should be a Zen in your heart, quietly collected, accompanied by a lifetime of beautiful patterns in silence.

Yue Fei

In 24 cycles, there is your constant temperature season. A suit of armor, let all opponents in flight. However, you can resist the attack in front, but you can't stand the murder behind.

As broad as the Central Plains, it bears the mother's entrustment and Shen Xiong's China. "Loyal to the country"-being able to serve the country makes the treacherous court official of the bad king tortuous and dangerous. Who you are loyal to will decide your life and death. Those who give you wealth in the morning, a house in the afternoon and beautiful women in the evening may die for you at some point. But you are too busy going out to war, too busy arranging troops and never paying attention. The praise of the son of heaven is a hidden weapon with a hook; You are obsessed with turning the battle table into good news. You have never noticed that the silent eaves of the Golden Temple have outlined the embryonic form of the Storm Pavilion. ...

The plot came out, out of the imperial city, 12 gold medal, 12 slut-capture Zhongliang alive. Yesterday's hunter, today's prey-your role change is too dangerous and steep, even the Yellow River, which is used to ups and downs, has no premonition in advance. The cufflinks on the hands, the cangue on the body, and the heaviest burden on the back-the sincere instructions of the mother, have now become fatal burdens; On the road of no return, vertical life meets horizontal sharp knife. You just know that the writing of "Man Jiang Hong" started with the spear head familiar to a small tinker and ended with a strange millstone.

There are faces of thieves in the booth, and countless people are crying outside the booth. The butcher's knife fell and Hongwenton was broken! The sunset sprayed with dye is painted with blood sails; The waves staggered and the ships wandered. The Yellow River took a deep breath and suddenly changed its course. ...

The fiery motto suddenly turned into a cold epitaph. Fortunately, the educated and knowledgeable mother-in-law took the lead. Otherwise, how could she cry and sacrifice her black hair? Every word of "faithfully serving the country" must be alive 100, 1000, 10000. But this 39-degree spring and autumn period has become a remnant of ideas.

Your enthusiasm 850 years ago turned into a cold sweat of history. The trumped-up charges have long been wrong! Who made you complacent and hard-working, but caught up with an era when you were seriously ill but had no good medicine? In the palace, the fatuous radius after the dragon case can measure the circumference of the folk darkness. This is definitely a tragic plot: kindness is still kind when it meets malice, and malice becomes more vicious when it meets kindness.

The reflection of the Yellow River is like an arrow through the heart ... You once waved in the camp: "Give me back my rivers and mountains." The first thing you want from the invaders is the "river". In your mind, is "river" heavier than "mountain"? The Yellow River coughed when it passed through your hometown, so the Henan River abandoned the soup yin. The wooden basin you took at the beginning of your accession to the WTO turned out to be a ship of fate. You were born in "Yellow Flooding" and died in "Rainstorm", and your life is related to "Water".

There is a faint erhu song, which starts from the middle of the night, like a dissatisfied housewife crying and choking all the way, but it conforms to the national conditions. The folk music "River Water" has become a famous song ... Qin Gui kneels in front of Wang Yue's grave, and his knees ache? Has he ever paid attention to the scolding of men, women and children in spring, summer, autumn and winter? When you sleep, the West Lake dreams of willow waves and hears the sound of warblers. Can there be eight thousand miles of fragrant grass?

Only those whose conscience suddenly dies are willing to speak for it; You can give evil a purpose, or you can live evil. Don't think that there are freaks in the previous dynasty, and sin doesn't care about ectopic pregnancy.

I always dream that mosquitoes are picking their teeth and flies are burping on the shadowy pavilion. Woke up and asked: where is the storm pavilion? It is the gall hanging on the Chinese beam, so that people with lofty ideals can taste it, see people clearly and recognize loyalty.

Hello on new year's day

I spent a very interesting Christmas in the falling snow. Listen carefully, the footsteps of the new year are coming.

Looking to the east, just after visiting Chiang Kai-shek Shanshan, a brilliant day is coming. Let's gently wave to it:

Happy new year!

The New Year is the end of the past year. Looking back on the past days, 365 miles a year, despite many twists and turns, many bumps and many hardships, we have come, after all, to the end.

Just like climbing a mountain, when you climb to the top of the mountain with great fatigue along a steep and tortuous mountain road, you feel that "other mountains are short in the sky." Will be on the verge of death ",your mood must be indescribable excitement and pride. Another example is an athlete who has finished a marathon, regardless of whether he can get a good ranking or not, it is admirable.

Yes, facing the new year, we are all winners!

Looking back on our life journey, in the past 365 days full of wind, frost, rain and snow, we struggled, made progress, failed and succeeded.

Our laughter and loss, our confusion and confusion have all become beautiful memories, just as Pushkin said in a poem: "The past will be infected with inexplicable acacia." Isn't it?

The new year is also the starting point of a new year. New Year's Day is a milestone in time. On New Year's Day, we are more thinking about the future and looking forward to the future journey. Those upcoming undertakings, upcoming opportunities and bright future are looming ahead, tempting us with mysterious dreams and endless happiness.

As a result, our hearts rekindled confidence and hope, regardless of our own fatigue and pain, and went through fire and water without hesitation.

The new year always comes at the coldest time of the year. However, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Yes, hope is just ahead, with lush grass, colorful spring, scorching sun and lush summer ahead. ......

Countless poems and paintings are waiting for us to feel and describe: the sunny morning by the lake, the dusk with full petals, the misty rain on the bluestone road in the rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River, the wheat fields and the Qinghe River in the warm spring breeze in the north ... just waiting for us to wave in front of the river of time ... Without a complete score, the ideal butterfly floats away like a note in a dream. ...

Yes, although the road ahead is still bumpy and the cold wind is still raging, we still have to move forward for the sake of the red sun in our hearts, the immortal hope and the beautiful vision. ......

Because our career needs us, our ideals are waiting for us to realize, maybe we can't care too much about obstacles and concerns, and our world doesn't need others' understanding and applause!

"Flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year." The arrival of the new year always touches something deep in our hearts. For example, the passage of time, the aging of life, the failure of the boss and so on. But in any case, 365 miles a year will come to an end.

Let's put aside our troubles, stop running around, stretch our tired waist, wait for the midnight bell calmly with a washed heart, and offer our most sincere prayers to the future, because the new year is coming!

The new year is coming!

Standing on the new white starting line of New Year's Day, facing the red sun rising in Ran Ran and Oriental Ran Ran tomorrow, let's release the white dove in our hearts and sincerely tunnel with the feeling of lily blooming:

Happy new year!

Drunk thoughts

Last night, an autumn rain wet my eyes, quietly watching people come and go, swimming in the forest of Hongfeng with red leaves and tireless heart. Past lives are for this life. I don't want to cross the Naihe Bridge or drink Meng Po soup. I turn it into a drop of dew, hang it between maple leaves, soak it, accompany it to be lonely and burn with it. Let the flame of a tree turn into a harp, and let my three thousand moss be the strings. In such a silent dawn, I will gently play a song for you. Red maple is the flame that beats in the dark, and green silk is the mark of past lives. You are a person you will never forget. Zheng's voice can only be understood by you, because I was not drunk last night. It was the brilliance of the trees that awakened my dream of sleeping for thousands of years. When I woke up, I still couldn't grasp the waiting love, and I couldn't see the sorrow at that moment.

In such a gorgeous background, if you don't come, this dazzling prosperity, this beating flame and this staring eyes can only leave emptiness and loneliness. Don't ask about the past life, don't ask about the afterlife, think too much, just indulge in the quiet dawn, smooth the vicissitudes of my life with your constant attention and tacit understanding, erase my sorrow in the dark night, let me feel the quiet beauty and exquisiteness of a maple leaf, the crystal and purity of a drop of dew, the tenderness and yearning of a breeze ... If you think too much, you will float in the maple forest in full swing, expecting your horseshoe to break the cold dawn.

How intoxicated and obsessed, in the frost forest in late autumn, are you flying or dwelling? Can you hear the pure zither sound in the distance, can you see the flames full of trees, and talk about its burning? I hold the tears lost in my last life and the dew that changed in this life to wash away the dust of your years and the vicissitudes of your previous life. Are you tired? Whenever, I will wait quietly in the frost forest at dawn. Here is your eternal post station, facing the mountains and flowing water, facing the thick earth and yellow sky, bearing in mind the beauty of life and meeting for thousands of years.

I don't know who is quietly singing: in the chaotic world, everything is prosperous in the background except you. This play is played with life, and it is rare to have this agreement. This love only means something to you and me. In the misty frost forest, if you don't remember, if I haven't been there, there is only the prosperity of smoke, like the dream of a butterfly, falling gently outside the world of mortals in the background. And I stubbornly sang classical feelings, caressed the guzheng, lingering with the autumn wind and fog, indulging in the maple leaves at dawn, but, just, the lovesick maple forest is more and more sparse than the maple forest.

Dawn, fog, heavy frost. The whole maple grove is as red as a fiddler, as red as a fiddler and as transparent as a fiddler. Drunk in past lives, looking for it, I just want to be the reddest maple leaf, light the fire of your life, and light up the road of Millennium reincarnation.