The three most beautiful things in life
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The best thing in life is nothing more than these three things: friends with sharp hearts, love that is full of foam, and parents who are still healthy.
Friends with sharp hearts
True friends, with a sharp heart, have nothing to do with wine and meat, have nothing to do with interests, have nothing to do with high or low, have nothing to do with nobility, have no time and space barrier, are the tacit understanding of the soul, are the similarity of temperament, are the attachment of the soul, and are the accompaniment of the heart.
Legend has it that Bo Ya was a person who was good at playing the drum and piano, but he could not find a confidant who could appreciate the beauty of the piano.
Until he met Zhong Ziqi, he was a woodcutter wearing a bucket hat, a cloak, a flat shoulder, and an axe, but he could hear the mood and story in bo ya's music.
When Bo Ya played "Mountain Flowing Water", he thought of the mountain in his heart, and Zhong Ziqi reveled in it and exclaimed: "Listening to this song, it is like a towering mountain standing in front of me." ”
Bo Ya thought of the flowing water in his heart, and after listening to it, he said happily: "It is really wonderful, this piano is like a rushing river flowing in front of me." ”
After Zhong Ziqi's death, Bo lost his voice in toothache, played a song "Master Flowing Water", broke the strings, and never played music for life, because there is no one in the world who has a tacit understanding of the heart.
We came into the world, all encounters are a thousand times, fortunately, meet the person who understands you.
True friends, acquaintances, acquaintances, just like the journey of the sun and the moon, no matter the changes in the wind and clouds, will not reduce their brilliance.
True friends do not need to be too close to each other, do not have to push cups and cups, do not have red tape, do not exchange benefits, have no desires and no demands for each other, tacitly agree, and have a sharp heart.
Love that bubbles up
Sanmao has a poem called "I Like You", which reads:
I like you
You tell me to go east, and I give you grass like a lamb
You let me go west, and I reflect you like the sunset
You told me to go north, and I am the lily in your winter wind
You let me go south, and you are my bride in the air
East, West, South, North, and South, you are my tender lover
I miss the stars in the stars
You are the abundance of my fruits, the thoughts that flow in my blood
You are the warmth of holding hands in my dreams
Measured, temperate, ecstatic, weeping
The academic couple of the Republic of China period, such as Liang Sicheng Lin Huiyin, Lu Xun Xu Guangping, Shen Congwen Zhang Zhaohe, etc., all showed some unexpected and reasonable sides under the washing of history.
People can't help but sigh that no matter how perfect the marriage looks, it may contain heartache and fatigue that outsiders can't see, but Qian Zhongshu and Yang Dai, in the taoli of time and the crowd's onlookers, are more and more envious of each other.
The literary theorist Xia Zhiqing once praised their marriage like this:
Throughout the 20th century, there was no longer a couple in the Chinese literary circles who were as talented and well-written as Qian Yang and his wife, and who shared a reputation in their later years.
Qian Zhongshu once summed up his love with Yang Dai in one sentence: "There is no unique combination of the three incompatible: wife, lover, and friend." "Strings and strings, luan phoenix and ming", it means that they know each other for a lifetime.
Here's a little warm thing between them:
In 1935, Yang Dai accompanied her husband Jun to Oxford, England to study. When she first arrived in Oxford, Yang Dai was very unaccustomed to life in a foreign country, and she was nostalgic. One morning, Yang Dai was still asleep, Qian Zhongshu had already been busy in the kitchen, and he boiled eggs, baked bread, heated milk, and made mellow black tea in his daily life.
The sleepy-eyed Yang Dai was woken up by Qian Zhongshu, and he propped a small dining table on the bed and put a delicious breakfast on the small table, so that Yang Dai could sit on the bed and enjoy it at will. Eating the meal cooked by her husband Jun himself, Yang Dai said happily: "This is the most fragrant breakfast I have ever eaten", and hearing his wife's satisfactory answer, Qian Zhongshu smiled happily.
Because I understand your nostalgia, understand your thoughts, and have the tacit understanding and perseverance of the heart, there is such a "most fragrant breakfast I have ever eaten".
The best state of life is simply: quiet and abundant when one person is alone; warm and steady when two people are.
Knowing someone, liking someone, falling in love with someone is sometimes a matter of moments, but it may take a long time or even a lifetime to get to know someone.
The most tender feeling is to understand you; the most understanding of you is nothing more than to be in love with each other. If so, cherish it.
Healthy parents
Parents are there, life still has a place to come; parents go, life is only the way home.
In ancient times, there was a filial piety named Han Boyu. His mother always taught him harshly when he made mistakes, and sometimes beat him.
When he grew up, when he made mistakes, his mother's lesson remained the same. Once when his mother beat him, he suddenly burst into tears.
Mother was surprised that she had beaten him for decades and had never cried. So I asked him, "Why are you crying?" ”
Bo Yu replied, "When I was growing up, my mother beat me, and I felt very painful. I could feel that my mother had done this to educate me. But today my mother hit me, and I don't feel any pain anymore. This shows that my mother's body is getting weaker and weaker, and the time I have spent raising my mother is getting shorter and shorter. I can't help but feel sad when I think of this. ”
When the parents are alive, there is still a foundation in life, the soul still has a destination, every child who is wandering outside, when tired, there can be a rest harbor, and there is always a place to worry, get together and miss in the heart every New Year.
When my parents died, although I also had my own small home, but a home where we lived from childhood to adulthood was gone, the thoughts and lives of most of life were no longer there, and the soul was like an orphan in the world, busy and busy, no one booed and asked for warmth, and could only grit their teeth and go forward, and life was left with a journey back to another world.
All encounters in this life are reunions of past lives, there is no unprovoked encounter, there is no reunion that can be rehearsed, and all encounters are because of fate.
If you are lucky enough to meet friends with sharp hearts, and if you are lucky that your parents are still alive, please cherish them!
About author:Sanmao (March 26, 1943 – January 4, 1991), real name Chen Ping, originally from Dinghai District, Zhoushan City, Zhejiang Province, was born in Huangjueya, Nan'an District, Chongqing, and was a contemporary female writer and traveler in Taiwan. In 1967, he traveled to Spain, Germany, and the United States, and created a collection of essays, "The Rainy Season Never Comes Again". In 1973, he settled in the Spanish Sahara Desert and subsequently married Jose. In February 1976, he moved to the Canary Islands, and in May, he published his first collection of essays, The Story of the Sahara, about the couple's life experience in the desert. From 1977 to 1979, he published "The Weeping Camel", "Scarecrow's Handwriting", "Gentle Night" and other prose collections. In 1980, Jose returned to Taiwan after his unexpected death. In 1981, he published a collection of essays, "How Much Do You Know About Flowers in Your Dreams", expressing his longing for his husband. In 1982, a collection of essays based on travel experiences in Central and South America, "Walking Through a Thousand Rivers and a Thousand Mountains", was published. In 1987, she published a collection of essays, My Baby, showing some of her collection of objects. In 1990, her first Chinese screenplay and her last work, Rolling Red Dust, was published. On January 4, 1991, he died at the age of 47 at the Veterans General Hospital in Taiwan.
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