anchor reads classics and wants to say good night to you. Hello everyone, this is Lightning Night Reading. I am Jiameng, the anchor of Linqing Rong Media Center. What I share with you tonight is the essay "Life is a tree with flowers blooming" from Yu Qiuyu . Let's listen together...
Life is like a tree with flowers blooming, either quiet or warm, lonely or bright. The days gradually thicken in the annual rings of the years, and those innocent, active, or contemplative souls are engraved with deep and shallow marks, thick or light, in the bustling and hustle and bustle.
I really appreciate this sentence: Life is an illusion.
In fact, after all these years, isn’t everyone trudging in this illusion? Crying in the real laughter, laughing in the real crying, a misty rain, half a curtain of dreams, many times, we have to admit: life is not not lonely, but we just don’t want to say it.
Listening to the ordinary world in silence, I gradually understand: In life, there will always be a lot of helplessness, hope, disappointment, longing, and hesitation. Only after suffering can you know the sweetness; only after suffering the pain can you know how to be strong; only after being stupid can you know how to be strong. growing up.
There are always some embarrassing gaps in life. Some people make you care about them, but you can't stay with them;
In this noisy mortal world, we need a place suitable for ourselves to rest our souls. Maybe, it's a quiet house; maybe, it's a wordless scripture; maybe, it's a maze of paths. As long as it is where your heart goes, it is a stop, so that when you set off for the future, you will no longer be so confused.
The world of mortals is three thousand feet long, and my thoughts are in the mountains and rivers. Life is not always smooth sailing. Because of love, I let go; because of letting go, I was silent; because of understanding, I looked back with peace of mind.
Perhaps, days with wind and rain carry the weight of life; days with light wind and clear clouds are more suitable for quiet understanding. Deeply understand: not everything in this world conforms to imagination. Sometimes, the mountains are the story of the water, and the clouds are the story of the wind; sometimes, the stars are not the story of the night, and love is not the story of love.
In the journey of life, many people disperse as they walk; many things fade away as they look at them; many dreams fall apart as they are being dreamed; many tears flow and flow, Just do it.
Life was originally a vicissitudes of life, but when we look back, the harshness of the world turns into bitterness, sourness and sweetness.
likes the kind of beauty that is light to the extreme, neither impatient nor impatient, neither warm nor firey, the steps are sound, soothing and orderly; a slight smile, thousands of deep feelings, a few dusty smoke, simple thoughts and indifferent actions.
In the depths of time, I quietly watch the flowers bloom and fade. Although they have gone through many vicissitudes of life, they still smile and remain as warm as ever. In fact, it's not that I'm not affectionate, it's that I was once too deeply affectionate; it's not that I don't understand love, it's that I know how strong I am after I've loved.
In the streets of life, no one can change the criss-crossing past. However, in looking back gradually, those who have been hurt and cried have become strong; those who cannot bear to forget and those who never forget, All dried into landscape.
Standing on the top of the years, grazing the soul, one journey through the mountains, one journey through the water, the world of mortals, vicissitudes of life, fleeting years, pure joy, a person's night, we finally learned: in the indifference of one heart, smile at the white moonlight of two people.
With a touch of understanding, I collect bits and pieces of happiness. Over the years, through the temperature of my fingertips, I hope that the years will be peaceful. Along the way, you will find that the warmth that lives in us has always been a kind of pulling, not ?
Riding on the waves in the ocean of life, at the end of the cloud sail, looking back, there is a unique sky everywhere, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle.
There is a kind of going through the vicissitudes of life over the years, there is a kind of distant view called smiling with tears, there is a kind of pursuit called shallow walking and quiet contemplation, and there is a kind of beauty called being indifferent to the extreme.
Give life a reason to smile, don't let your heart carry too much burden; give yourself a way to keep warm, pursue with the obsession of the wind, the tranquility of the lotus, with a smile, polish the years into a branch. The most beautiful scenery in the head.
If there is a peach blossom garden in the heart, where is it not among the water and clouds?
About the author:
Yu Qiuyu is a famous contemporary essayist, cultural scholar, art theorist and cultural historian. Yu Qiuyu is famous for writing historical and cultural prose. His collection of essays "Cultural Journey" became very popular after its publication. In addition, he has also written prose works such as "Notes of a Mountain Dwelling", "Frost Cold River" and "A Thousand Years of Sigh".
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