Life is like an allegory, and its value is not in length, but in content. --- Seneca
It is silent and noisy, bright and obscure. Life is always long and repetitive. It has flourished in the long river of history and blossomed into its own brilliance.
For example, Xiang Yu, the king of Western Chu, "Li Ba Shan is full of qi in the world." The times are not good enough to pass. Don't die! Yu Xi Yu Xi Nai Nai! "Even if his soul is broken in Wujiang, his bravery is unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and he is still the most courageous general in China's thousands of years of history."
For example, Cao Mengde, the King of Wei, "The old Ji Futuo, the ambition of a thousand miles, the martyr in his twilight years, the heart is strong." "A generation of heroes, Wen can open up the prosperity of Jian'an literature, and Wu can point out the country."
For example, The poetry immortal Li Bai, "An can destroy the eyebrows and bend the waist of the magnates, so that I can't be happy." "Although the career is not smooth, it is still full of spirit, always maintaining an arrogant and uninhibited personality, traveling all over the famous mountains, and achieving its romantic feelings that have flowed through the ages."
For example, Liang Hongyu, a famous anti-Jin general, "only carries the ambition of a man with a heart, and has unlimited worries about the exchanges between home and country." "Daughter body, do not lose to boys." Drumming against gold, xiao fog thin cage, with less victory and more retreat of gold soldiers, literature but not tepid, martial but not chaotic.
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The rhythm of life, with twists and turns, with wind and rain, so time has become embellishment, with this content, fang vivid and beautiful, tasteful.
Light is young, but it is ancient, and the shadow is instantaneous, but it is born old. --- Tagore
Man stands in heaven and earth, sighing for the passing years, and wanting to face up to the fleeting time.
Life is also a line of poetry flowing out of the rhythm of life, ups and downs in the ordinary servants. And the mountain flowing water, insects singing and flowers, the sun rising and the moon setting, the tide rising and falling, is the breath of nature, and it is not the rhythm of life.
In the Qing Dynasty, there was a literati named Shen Fu, and his "Six Records of Floating Life" was not discovered until modern times that it had extremely high literary value. This person experienced a life from luxury to frugality, throughout his life, there was the first half of his life that was extremely rich, there was a poor and destitute second half of his life, and as far as literary works are concerned, there was only one copy of "Six Records of Floating Life". At that time, I was just a poor writer, and I liked this book the most.
It restores the life of an ordinary ancient, after the death of Shen Fu's wife, he experienced a long time to see through the red dust, although Shen Fu was only a literati at that time, but many years later, a "Six Records of Floating Life" presented his past in front of people. And in response to the sentence at that time: The world is vast, time is limited, so why rush! Life is hard, short and long, but it is not good to be prosperous and withered, and it is difficult to measure gains and losses.
The rhythm of life is aimed at inheritance and is intended to be wonderful.
A child and his mother came to the edge of the pond with the fish, and the willow swirled downwards, following the wind in the direction of the fish, as if to accompany the fish in the water. The child carefully walked to the edge of the pool holding the fish, stared at the small fish, threw it into the pool, and the fish just touched the surface of the water, and then immersed themselves in the pool and danced happily. I can't imagine how much I longed for freedom when it was in the hands of a child, and whether I was afraid that my life would end. The fish in the pool, swinging their wings freely, playing and playing, looking out, a harmonious scene. People can't help but sigh the rhythm of life, the belonging of life, that is the real home of the fish. The rhythm of life is aimed at inheritance and is intended to be wonderful.
The vitality of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, the gentleness of autumn, the exquisiteness of winter. Life is like the rhythm of the four seasons, and the natural rhyme plays the melody of life, rich and wonderful!