When I was young, I read poetry and only felt beautiful.
When I grew up, I experienced the world,
When I went back to reading these poems, I understood the true meaning.
one
"Ugly Slave Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall"
Southern Song Dynasty Xin abandoned the disease
The teenager does not know the taste of sorrow and loves to go upstairs.
Fall in love with the upper floors. I am worried about giving new words.
And now I know all the sorrows, and I want to say goodbye.
I want to say goodbye. But it was a cool autumn.
When I was young, I felt that I was full of sorrow, and I always wrote a grudge on paper.
When I grew up, I realized that the real pain of life cannot be said without words.
Whether it is the burden of work, or the pain of the body, or the parting of a loved one, we have learned to bear it silently.
When the others asked, we just looked up and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine." "Because, this is life, all kinds of tastes, only self-knowledge."
two
"Moonlit Night Memories of Brother"
Don Du Fu
The drum breaks the pedestrian, and the side autumn a goose sounds.
Dew from tonight white, the moon is the hometown of Ming.
There are brothers scattered, homeless to ask life and death.
The letter was not sent for a long time, but the soldiers were not suspended.
When I was young, I always wanted to go out and break in, and when I succeeded, I would return home.
When I was old, far away from home, and my relatives were scattered, I realized that the moon of reunion was the roundest.
As Li Shutong sang in "Farewell": "Life is rare to be happy, but there are many parts." ”
three
"Crossing the Han River"
Don Song asked
Lingwai pronunciation book breaks, through winter and spring.
The nostalgia is more timid, and I dare not ask the people who come.
When I was young, returning to my hometown was a cheerful and exciting thing, and I didn't understand why "homesickness is more timid".
After growing up, full of frost, back to home, is the family okay? Will they rejoice in my return? The closer you get to your hometown, the more scared you become.
And this all stems from the love and concern for the hometown and family in the heart.
shop
"Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
Song Jiang Jie
The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs. Red candles dim.
In his prime, listen to the rain in a passenger boat.
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
And now listen to the rain monks down. Sideburns have stars also.
Joy and sorrow are always merciless.
Before the first term, drip until dawn.
When I was young, I was full of spirits, indulging in singing wine, hearing others say that I was old, a landscape, different ages, and what I saw was not the same, we laughed and ignored it, mountain or mountain, water or water, where there is any difference;
In middle age, frustration is low, and there are gains and losses. In the twilight years, put down what should be put down, should see clearly, only to understand that life is not satisfactory nine times out of ten, sorrow and joy have their own providence, so why sigh! Let it go!
five
"Sitting Alone on the Pavilion Mountain"
Don Lee Bai
The birds flew high, and the lonely clouds went alone.
Looking at each other is not tired, only Jingting Mountain.
When I was young, I liked to get together in a pile of people and felt that it was very lonely to be alone.
When I grew up, I felt the loneliest in the noisy crowd. Meaningless socializing is physically and mentally exhausting.
A person sitting quietly in front of the mountains and clouds, away from the chaos of the world, is the most comfortable and happy moment.
land
"Homecoming Doll Book"
Don He Zhizhang
The little one left home and the old man returned,
The country tone has not changed the sideburns.
Children don't know each other,
Laugh and ask where the guests come from.
When I was young, I longed for "poetry and far away", with a restless heart, leaving my hometown and going south and north. I forgot my home behind me, and I never even got a phone call back.
When I grew up, I found that the lights were dimmed, and what attracted me most was the warmth of my hometown.
When the leaves returned to their roots, the servants returned to their hometowns. But the scenery and playmates of childhood are no longer the same as before, their parents have left, and the old house has fallen into ashes.
The wanderer who returned home was like a stranger at this time.
Seven
"Tang Duoling Luye Mantingzhou"
Song Liu Guo
Lu leaf Mantingzhou, cold sand belt shallow current.
Twenty years more than the South Building.
The willow under the boat is still unstable, can be a few days, and the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The yellow crane broke its head, is the old man here now?
The old country is a new sorrow.
Want to buy osmanthus flowers with wine, the end is not like, juvenile tour.
The poet said, "I see before my eyes the desolate old rivers and mountains, and I have added endless new sorrows." If you want to buy osmanthus flowers, take some wine with you and go rafting on the water. But it does not have the heroic spirit of a teenager. ”
Flowers have a reopening day, and no one is any more young. Thinking about the topic of time is always sad.
Although the journey to middle age, the end is not like, the youth tour, I hope we still have the young vision of carrying wine and buying flowers.
Even so, I would like you to:
No matter how much experience you have, you will know the world and not the world;
The long road is lonely, and there are people around when trekking;
Life and death are uncertain, I hope you will not forget to cherish the people in front of you;
Weathered by the wind and frost, may your smile be full of frankness.
(Source: Cadre decision-making reference)