Wang Yuhao grinned and said, "Yiren, I started to express my feelings again." ”

Yiren pretended not to understand, what are you talking about?

I'm just an amateur writer, just for fun.

Teenagers are the age when they don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. I think I'm a little bit unscrupulous.

The teacher said that it is good to go to bed early and get up early, because the birds that get up early will eat worms. So every morning, the dutiful morning exercise bell rang on time, making people sleepy.

At first, the girls' dormitory was "coming out after a long time, still hugging the quilt and half-covering their faces". The lazy faces are sleepy, and the two blushes on their faces are still unfinished. Children are inert. So "Aunt Sushan" took a whistle and bothered our ears every day.

"Oh, it's annoying, the beauty is out of sleep. I don't want to get up......" The beauty-loving girl pulled on her slippers and brushed her teeth with her long weed-like hair. It wasn't until the morning exercise was about to start that everyone realized the urgency of time.

"Oops. You've stepped on my feet! How do you wear my socks? ......" and then rushed to the playground, which was as fast as China's Bolt.

Occasionally, there are naughty and eccentric gaskets, and I am late for fear of being punished by the teacher. He blushed and explained, "I have an upset stomach." I'm not convenient to ...... today" so happily skipping one morning exercise after another.

Lao Ban scratched his watermelon skin hairstyle, and could only lament:

The times are not good, and the smos will not pass.

Dreams never die, and life never comes.

What can I do if I don't early?

The teacher is helpless.

The teacher said that the early-ripening fruit was not tasty. In order to warn the students not to fall in love. This sentence is sonorous and powerful, like a crazy aquatic weed, overflowing the heart, through the chest, and deeply rooted in the hearts of children.

And the young man's heart is already ready to move. Proud as he is: I haven't been a big brother for many years, I just want to love it well. Bold words make us weak and spineless girls shy away.

The girls' days in the dormitory are very relaxed. Countless little secrets were shared together, including those who were growing up. recalled the one he liked, and his cheeks were not red. caused all beings to sigh. This hazy feeling is very beautiful, because it is hidden deep in the heart. Therefore, it is not a big problem for a relaxed study life.

When I stood in the dormitory, I was busy like a squirrel and couldn't restrain myself, and when he reflected on why he couldn't read a book for a while, just for the mountain of love that couldn't be turned over by blood, how could he not call the love river of the ferry. sighed lightly and buried himself in the sea of books again.

At the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, my mother pointed to Zhang Jasmine, who was performing, and said to me with hatred: "You see that people are famous at such a young age, and they will definitely be terrible when they grow up." ”

I'm speechless, but how lucky we are. Maybe we have nothing to do, but we have had an innocent childhood; We may be poor all our lives, but we really feel the existence of life.

If we blindly envy other people's patents, we will also lose our original innocent dreams.

At this moment, after the exam, I was full of emotion. Maybe I've read all the books of my life, and I'm going to mature from then on. Looking back, the clouds cut off the way back, and then looking back, the thorns are dense, only the endless long road accompanies me, I should say goodbye to the ignorance of the youth, and calmly step out of the brilliant life in the future.

When you have no way out, where do you go from here?

The reason why Zhuangzi can become a well-known scholar of a generation is because of his great realm, great wisdom, as well as his unique insights and unique vision of things!

I first knew Zhuangzi from a poem "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies." Emperor Wang's spring heart trusts the cuckoo. "Started. I didn't know what it meant at the time, but I thought the verse was quite special. Later, I realized that this allusion came from Zhuangzi's "Wandering Away", which represents the highest state of Zhuangzi's thought, and is a renunciation of fame and fortune in secular society and oneself. Yiren thought to himself.

If Confucius is the representative of Confucianism, then Zhuangzi is the embodiment of Taoism. What Zhuangzi left us are his essays full of fables. Zhuangzi was poor all his life, but he was able to transcend poverty and enjoy it. He is an eloquent man, especially good at using words and short stories to express his opinions, and at the same time mocking those villains who chase fame and fortune.

Zhuangzi's essay is full of wild imagination, full of bitter irony and sarcasm. What he does is often jaw-dropping, and it can make people scream! He sees through fame, disdains profit, and even has his own unique views on death. And the most important thing in Zhuangzi's thought is his "Wandering Away".

Zhuangzi was a wise man, but he was not free of food and clothing. His life was very poor, even to the point of begging people everywhere and waiting for the rice to go to the pot. But it is poor but not poor, he will not be satisfied because of physical satisfaction, his satisfaction is higher than ordinary people, it is spiritual! It was because he was diligent in thinking about life that his heart was filled with joy. What about rejoicing all the time, even if you live a life without food?

In Yu Dan's "Zhuangzi Experience", my favorite is "the realm has a size", the size of a person's realm determines the judgment of things, and can also completely change a person's fate. Standing on the great realm, you will see that I am born to be useful. And standing in a small realm, you can only do nothing. The world is far bigger than we can imagine: the world is small, and we think the same. Because the true size is not only in the vision, but also in the human mind.

It is very difficult for a person to reach the great realm of Zhuangzi, but we can learn to take a long-term view and try to be as open-minded as possible. Zhuangzi tells us: Don't envy others. But it is not easy for us as ordinary people to do this completely. I think we can envy others, because the strengths of people may be the shortcomings of me. Envy can provide motivation for the kind of person I want to be the object of my envy, to gradually improve myself and equip myself. If you just envy others and don't put in any effort to learn, it won't help.

In the eyes of today's poets, Zhuangzi is an otherworldly sage. He is "holy" in his wisdom, "holy" in his calmness, and "holy" in his constant thinking about life. But it is difficult to achieve a Zhuangzi in a thousand years, after all, we are all human beings, we respect his name as holy, and his philosophy also helps people who are trapped in confusion to get out of the predicament. Zhuangzi tells us: be yourself!

Every time I don't do well after the exam, Yiren will express my emotions in the form of writing. Wang Yuhao knows me well enough, and he even knows what I do first thing after the exam.

The years have passed quickly, and I am a lonely wanderer in the text. A person, a heart, a pen, a page of plain paper, falling paper like flying, pen falling paper like snow, I wrote a full of incense. The dreams of the years separated these complicated words, isolated from all, and I was left with these words to bear the long night, and the boundless loneliness and tears with me.

These words are the only inseparable companion on the road of my life, how much I like those quaint words, it has created my whole life, in the world of words, even if everything in my life is far away from me, I can still write all of my words one by one, those things that have given me pain, just a few words, can heal all my wounds.

If one day, I lose my love, flee from my friendship, and exile my family, I will still be steadfast in my love words. For my life, the days when I lost words were like adding a few lonely graves and a little sadness to this boundless barren mound. The world is miserable, stepping on the snow and breaking willows, and the passing smoke clouds have told me that you can't be the whole of words.

I laughed, I laughed at them for not understanding, I can't be the life of words, but words can be my life, and my pulse can beat for words. As long as I am alive, I will be a night candle incense case, a song of parting songs, a piece of heaven, with words to dispel the night, with words to send away the rising sun, those sad, hateful, pitiful, congratulatory are just yesterday's glory, only words are the direction of the soul. Some people say that all things in the world can not withstand the lust entangled, but I think that no matter how deep the feelings are, they can't withstand the erasure of the years, only words, in the long river of history, see all the seas, see all the stones, see all the green mountains, but forever silently printed in the books, not sad or happy, constant silence and speechless.

Every story carries a piece of sorrow, every paragraph of text is full of fragrance, a piece of landscape, a piece of deep sorrow, forgetting to look back, a line of poetry, a mottled body, a total of its clutch, land from its top and bottom, scattered all over the ground. I love the delicate poems that trickle down, beautiful, gorgeous, and graceful, or there they are heroic and magnificent; I love those quaint words that are silent in history, such as string songs, such as the sound of the piano, such as neon clothes, let the years change, the vicissitudes of the sea into a mulberry field, time is not old, and the brilliance will not disperse.

Behind every text, there is a moving story, the protagonist of the story is none other than me, and we are interpreting the wanderer who wanders in the text.

Everyone has a text that belongs only to themselves, unknown, difficult to try, I hide myself in it, I can't go out, others can't walk in, this period of life is destined to be walked alone. I am a lonely wanderer, a lonely wanderer in words.

Write to yourself, the lonely author - Joy Man. Even if the world is far away from you, you must wander among the warm and beautiful words.

Write to all those who are sad in the text, love yourself well, and place your affection in the writing.

After expressing my feelings, I felt relieved and felt that I had come out of my grief.

Turn grief into strength, continue to work hard, work hard, and re-prepare for the college entrance examination.

We can be discouraged, we can be negative, but we can't be negative all the time, the time of the third year of high school is precious and cannot be lost. Ito smiled happily.