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This is a book of time and personal history. Taking the personal perspective and even the trajectory of life and destiny as the basic clues, it runs through the author's true experience of life and unique thinking in the desert and even in foreign places for more than ten years. This book contains not only personal life descriptions and realistic depictions of specific situations and mentality, but also detailed observations and discoveries about natural things and life. It involves a lot of regional culture and historical relics, and even various experiences in the life process of individuals, many of which are "unknown to Taoists and difficult to describe."

There are some decisive moments in everyone's life, which are called turning points, such as the college entrance examination, such as marriage... The biggest turning point in my life occurred when I was seventeen years old. My life stopped at the summer when I was seventeen years old. On my seventeenth birthday, a huge remittance appeared in my account. My parents said they would not visit me this year. Think about it, how many years have they not seen me? To be honest, I was just the result of a one-night affair between the two of them. The only thing in the world that can prove my existence is the large amount of remittances that appear every month. They have a family, a business, and children. What about me? Not even an onion.

The countryside is the eternal home. Walking in the countryside always makes people friendly and peaceful. Rural life is full of poetry in the author's writings. Childhood years, childhood games, and farm life are restored in the author's writings to the appearance of yesterday. Even the sufferings in the past are still warm. "Distant Smoke" is a collection of essays by the author Huang Rongcai. There are no neon lights and noisy food stalls in the city at night in the countryside, and there are no vehicles whizzing by in the city. At 10 o'clock, many of the lights in the countryside are extinguished, and there is no saying that nightlife starts at midnight. Occasionally, a dog barks, and the villagers who have already fallen asleep or are about to fall asleep will know that someone has come home late. They mutter something or say nothing, turn over and continue to immerse themselves in the warm quilt.

The first part of the book is called Hometown Collection, which is what Li Zisheng saw and heard while walking in his hometown of Bailitan, which has the cultural value of fishing and salt; the second part, Gardener Collection, is Li Zisheng's thoughts as a teacher and a father, which has positive significance for many parents in educating their children. Li Zisheng has been very successful in educating his children. After graduating from Peking University in 2007, his son will continue his studies at the University of London. The third part is a collection of journeys, which records the fragmentary insights of Li Zisheng's life experience as a teacher and writer. The fourth part is some articles related to Li Zisheng's literary activities, recording the process of Li Zisheng's literary creation. This book is very readable, especially the series of articles about the writer's experience in educating children as a teacher, which has promotional value to the majority of parents.

"Youth Waltz" is a story that focuses on the growth, worries, and secrets of adolescence, and is told from a girl's perspective. Puberty has both sweetness and sadness. Words such as inferiority, pride, cowardice, desire, and dreams can all be synonymous with adolescent girls. Li Xinghai, whose pen name is Blooming all the way, is from Xuanwei, Yunnan. He is a leading author of powerful youth literature, a well-known domestic American writer, a contract writer for magazines such as "Reader", "Youth Digest", "Yilin" and "Maxim", and a columnist for large periodicals such as "Chinese Language News" and "Crazy Reading".

This is a collection of essays involving personal travel history and spiritual history in the northern region. It is a solitary journey to the waist of the ancient Silk Road, from the Lanzhou section of the Yellow River to Dunhuang. Most of them focus on the Badain Jaran Desert where the author has lived for many years, such as the author's on-the-spot investigation and discovery of Ejina, the ancient Rinai deep in the quicksand, the flowing Ruoshui River, the Yanzhi Mountain of the royal racecourse of the past dynasties, Gansu and Suzhou, and even Dunhuang, a place where sandstorms are raging. The article not only contains thoughts based on history and reality, but also expresses personal emotions under special circumstances during the journey. From it, readers can understand the historical and cultural changes of the Silk Road and even most of the northern region over thousands of years. Oasis, Populus euphratica, rapeseed flowers; Gobi, castles, sandstorms... When traveling along the Silk Road, there are always some people or things that unexpectedly touch the heart, and even the soul that is often hidden.

I have flown across the Pacific Ocean several times. Everything turned into the boundless blue of the sea, the blue of the sky, and it seemed that even the air among them was the kind of floating and transparent tile blue. After being washed by the bright sunshine, they become vast, dazzling, mysterious and thrillingly blue, as if they are in a fairyland. At that moment, I felt that the plane was not moving, as if it was melting into the boundless blue sky. Thinking about it in the future, I always feel that the blue tiles washed by the sun are both real and illusory. Without the help of modern flight carriers in the twentieth century, crossing the Pacific Ocean would be just a dream for most people, but for me, such a dream is impossible.

"When a Grass Has a Dream" sincerely connects with life and smiles in anticipation of dreams. It is a nutrition book that cultivates the soul. It is a book that can help you calmly break through difficulties and deal with setbacks calmly. It is a book that teaches you lessons through the years. It displays all aspects of life from multiple perspectives such as ordinary people, teachers, and students; it also collects life thoughts from multiple aspects such as trivial matters, travel experiences, stories, and allusions.

"Whose Heartstrings Have You Touched" Youth is colorful. It is hard to imagine how pale youth would be without disputes, secret wars, misunderstandings and regrets, without reconciliation, advice, understanding or even sweetness. Don't laugh at childishness, and don't laugh at stupidity. Only through stumbling on the road of growth will you feel and gain. In our youth, the various confusions and confusions we experienced are the most precious wealth we have accumulated, and our youth has depth and hardness as a result.

Every Valentine's Day, the night evokes tender feelings. The word love is so hard, and girls can't be too pretty. Singing loneliness, the memory of early spring, don't say forever! The past is like water. Today and tomorrow will also disappear with the water. I was in the boundless water of time, forgetting the way I came and going back, and the date of arrival and return. Turning over the pages of the book over time, there are red leaves written with love - on campus, under the moonlight, in the quiet lake, migratory birds sing softly, and a refreshing morning breeze blows away the long thoughts of dreamers, and brings endless coolness and fragrance to people. The exquisite gifts will put you in a gentle rose-colored ocean, the warm wind blows slowly, the distant lovesickness is faint, and the boat of love floats precariously to a heart harbor with beautiful mountains and clear waters... Enter the world in the hearts of boys and girls. Enter the passionate world of youth.

This book is not a character introduction, nor is it a biography, nor is it an academic textual research. Rather, they are character notes, miscellaneous notes, and notes. There is understanding, thinking, and analysis. Either pay attention to one point, or pay attention to one aspect; or be completely transformed, or touch the skin. If it is not in the annals, write it down in detail; if it is well-known, skip it. When others talk in a long way, I talk in a few words; when others talk in a disorganized way, I organize them into chapters. It is divided into nine series, namely, the noble and distinguished people, the knowledgeable people, the artistic and skillful people, the romantic people, the strange people, the wise and wise people, the calligraphy and calligraphy scholars, the outstanding and talented people, and the outstanding and elegant people.

"There's Always an Encounter That Will Make You Remember Forever" written by Chen Zhihong, the author draws on every detail around him, uses perception as the warp, emotion as the weft, and love and care as the material, and carefully weaves a detailed network of hearts to express his expectations for life, love for life, care for growth, watch for love, care for family, optimism for the future, and perseverance for ideals and beliefs. This is the writer Chen Zhihong's sentimental words. The stories in the book are taken from every detail around the writer. With sentiment as the warp, emotion as the weft, and love and care as the material, they carefully weave a fine network of hearts to express expectations for life, love for life, care for growth, watch for love, care for family, optimism for the future, and perseverance for ideals and beliefs. A drop of water reflects the sun's rays, and an article stretches out its soft tentacles to feel the heat and coolness of the world. The words in this book describe happiness in the world, and enlightenment is the sweetener of ordinary life. I look forward to every kind and critical look to stay here.

"Time Fragrances Memory" uses simple sentences to help us learn to hide our stubbornness, learn not to be absurd, learn to be mature and needy, and be patient and strong. After many years, the smell of earth after the rain is still lingering. The years are like the scorching sun, which exposes the fragrance of our youth. If the years cannot grasp happiness, it is because we are not strong enough. Time is the wilderness that protects our growth rings. What a wonderful day, you are looking forward to going, and I am willing to accompany you. Happiness is tangible, has texture, and smells like furry sunshine. Even if there is a trace of casual sadness, it is slowly washed away and made clear as we gently read this book.

The "Green Reading Series" brings together the outstanding works of 10 emerging writers. The authors are all contracted authors of magazines such as "Reader", "Youth Digest", "Yilin", and "China Youth". Their works are often selected as reading test questions for high school entrance exams in various provinces and cities across the country. Each book in the "Green Reading Series" is divided into eight to ten series. From each series, an article with the most propositional value, thought-provoking and resonance is selected and placed at the end. The "Author's Thoughts", "Action and Thoughts" and "Reference Answers" columns are carefully set up to allow readers to gain something from reading. The "Green Reading Series" protects students' spiritual development and transformation, allowing students to experience rich emotions, feel the joy of reading, climb to spiritual heights, and choose a broader and richer life. "Hometown is near, rivers and lakes are far away (Family Love Volume)" Young people yearn for the deep world, but in the end, hometown is still a cinnabar mole in our hearts. Without a complete hometown, there is no pure individual.

The "Miscellaneous Campus Series" is a full set of six volumes in color. Each volume contains beautiful hand-drawn comics, Weibo-style philosophical quotes and exquisite original prose. It focuses on young people's perceptions of family, friendship, and teacher-student relationships as they grow up. It shows the positive energy of youth such as their inspirational trek in difficult situations, their growth with a grateful heart, and their respect and kindness to all things. In addition to dozens of beautiful hand-drawn drawings accompanied by philosophical quotes, "A Beam of Light in the Dark Night" also contains 33 fine essays. Some of these essays look at ordinary and humble people in the world through the perspective of youth, full of compassion and goodwill; some describe the conflicts and care between children and parents, revealing the understanding and acceptance that two generations have developed in the trivial life. The whole book is sincere and touching and worth collecting.

"Green Reading Series - New Concept Chinese Reading - Thoughts Open Like Flowers (Wisdom Volume)" extends the tentacles of thought from natural scenes, human feelings, the happiest of doing good, past time, life insights, etc., Expresses one's thinking in precise language, conveys to readers the positive energy towards truth, goodness, beauty and upwards, and expresses the author's life attitude of living seriously and thinking tirelessly. The author will lead you to discover and search in the intersection of philosophy and reality, and to meditate and question in the complicated and noisy chaos.

When I was a teenager, I often used tree branches to fight with my friends in the village in the open space, fighting for territory. As time went by, I became an out-and-out wild child. Days like this seemed to cover my entire youth, like a long dream in which I ran chasing the wind. The roadsides were filled with many unknown flowers. Although they were inconspicuous, they represented the entire spring. There are always so many elusive stories when I was a teenager, which are unforgettable.

As a parent of international students, the author conducted detailed interviews with more than a dozen international students, describing their hard-working growth process in China, as well as their study, work and life in the United States. He also gave a special detailed account of their marriage and love life, which truly reflected their living conditions in the United States and presented a "three-dimensional image." Wang Feng's parents work in state-owned enterprises. The year she graduated from elementary school, Wuhan abolished the entrance examination system and replaced it with direct admission to a junior high school nearby. However, educational resources are limited, and parents still focus on those key middle schools. The original intention of canceling the entrance examination is undoubtedly good. The purpose is to reduce the academic burden of children. However, the result will not dilute competition at all. It just changes the method and transfers competition from children to families. The pressure on parents suddenly increases and they become more helpless. For example, parents will take their children to participate in various art classes and sports classes, because various certificates will increase their children's weight in entering key middle schools.

"Dream of the Seine River" provides a detailed and realistic description of the specific time and place of the trip and the customs and customs of the cities passed by during the trip. Each country highlights its own characteristics. It uses the language of prose poetry to describe the scenic spots and objects in detail, and pays attention to the charm of the article, giving the entire travel note a literary beauty.

"Ten Years: Phalaenopsis in Dreams" brings together the outstanding works of 27 award-winning authors from the 1st to 10th "New Concept Composition Contest", including Tao Jiahui, Shang Huage, Lu Xiaotong, Xu Yiman, and Ding Mingjie. Here you can not only read about the magnificence of the mountains and rivers in the North, the elegance of the water towns in the South of the Yangtze River, the confusing history, the turmoil of youth, the happiness and sweetness of love... You can also learn about unrestrained writing methods, unconventional language, and unique thinking and insights.

Before Sun Honglei was assigned to work as a worker at Hongqi Machinery Factory, she was a member of the women's basketball team of the Municipal Sports Commission. On the court, her specialty was to "suddenly" slam the basketball into the basket when no one was prepared. In today's terms, she was a slam dunk master. After Sun Honglei played basketball for several years under the leadership of the Sports Committee, her retirement age has arrived. At this time, her high school classmates have graduated from college and joined the workforce, but she cannot move up the level. What should she do? Fortunately, in that era, in addition to production and operation, our country's enterprises also had to bear many social responsibilities and even political responsibilities, such as culture and education, publicity, health, sports, and even family planning. Therefore, a company often needs to recruit many talents of all kinds that have nothing to do with production and operation. In this way, Sun Honglei was absorbed into Hongqi Machinery Factory as a warehouse supervisor. The reason why Hongqi Machinery Factory is willing to admit Sun Honglei into the factory is that the factory director Wang is a basketball enthusiast.

Xue Yiwei's latest collection of essays. The title of the book is taken from the series of essays "The Labyrinth of Foreign Lands" serialized by Xue Yiwei in "Harvest" magazine seven years ago. The book uses life in foreign lands as the material and tells the story of the people with distinctive personalities that the writer met in foreign lands. Careful readers can also discover a different kind of guide to life in a foreign land. The book is divided into four parts, namely: The Labyrinth in a Foreign Land, The Last Lunch, When the Tulips Bloom, and The Reader in Heaven.

"Genius Teacher and Weird Student" mainly tells all kinds of interesting things that happen between teachers and students. There are students in the book who are good at making mistakes, and there are also teachers who are good at guiding students to the right path in life. Various experiences on campus constitute the most colorful and beautiful times in young people's lives. Reading these works makes our hearts moved.

From then on, the young and young man realized a truth for the first time: as long as he persists in doing what he wants to do, he will definitely succeed! However, his first film failed at the box office and he almost went bankrupt. What is unexpected is that 6 months later, his film was nominated for Best Director at the Tokyo Film Festival. Although it was only a nomination, it fully affirmed his efforts. In an instant, tears burst from his eyes.

Shuguang Garden is a brand project completed at the beginning of this century. Whether it is exterior design or interior decoration, it is a masterpiece. The owners who move in are either rich or noble, and they have particularly stringent security requirements. Year after year, there is no incident of lost property here, not to mention that Doctor He's family is very ordinary, and the gangsters came to her house to rob her. They were really blind! It was a sunny noon in spring. The warm sunshine filtered through the gaps between the leaves, and lively light spots danced on the ground. The cherry blossoms, peach blossoms and weeping crabapples couldn't restrain the restlessness of life and bloomed openly and brilliantly; sparrows and thrushes were having fun on the branches, and the fallen petals fell gracefully to the ground. The community seemed particularly quiet and peaceful.

Follow the rotation of seasons and follow the drumbeat of youth - meet in the Barroom, bringing white sails to boys to spread their longing; bringing fragrance to girls to stay in their youth. It is the call of adolescence, the hope that the other side of love is covered with mysterious fruits, and the attachment of an oasis of virgin land in the distance... Holding the Barroom, there is always a sincere blessing, watching in the lilac rain lane, there is always a bright smile, washing away the clouds in your heart. Under bright or dim lights, the two of them started to fall in love with each other as they talked. He looked at her and found that a few sips of wine made her lips rippling, her teeth and cheeks fragrant, and endearing, and he became a little intoxicated.

Travel is an event of the soul. When you carry your luggage and walk towards the vast and empty mountains, forests, rivers, valleys and plains, the road under your feet will lead your soul step by step into the inner spiritual world; through the majesty of the peaks, you will discover the elegance of your soul; through the flow of rivers, you will discover the ruggedness of your soul; through the vastness of the desert, you will discover the vastness of your soul...

Youth, for you, is just a passing time. For me, besides long time no see, there is also regret. If during these seven years, I could contact you before he did, I would let go of my longing for you for so many years. Maybe the groom standing next to you is no longer him. Over the years, friends have changed one group after another, and everything around us is changing. When I saw you again, the feeling I had for you was still there, as if everything else except you was just make do.

In my impression, the most lovable boys in the world are all named Xiao Shitou. In August of that year, a boy came to Shangshu Street. He was tall, strong and handsome. The neighbor Aunt Wei came up and asked, and sure enough, her name was Xiao Shitou. My family is from the countryside of Surabaya, and I just found a job after graduating from university. The company didn't have a dormitory, so we rented a room at the house of our boss Gu Xiuqi on Shangshu Street. Boss Gu's house has many vacant rooms. Boss Gu lives alone and his children are abroad. Boss Gu went to live abroad for a month. When he came back, he said he couldn't get used to living there. People on the street say that Boss Gu is cheap. People come and go in his yard all year round. We all know that he is afraid of being left alone. The colorful rental notices at our Shang Shu Street entrance were all posted by him.

"Let Me Become a Better Me" uses exquisite pictures and text to show how teenagers can face the people and things around them in the correct way when they encounter unsatisfactory life and study, so that they can smile at life and become stronger mentally after experiencing setbacks. These stories serve as a positive reference for the growth of teenagers.

"No Flower Will Miss Spring (Warmth Volume)", in this vast world, we always meet so many ordinary and even humble people, things and things, but we never truly experience the warmth and touch of our existence. We always like to look up to find something, but we forget that the clearest and most prosperous beauty is right under our feet. As long as you listen quietly, as long as you are as soft and kind as water, then everything around you will become poetic and spiritual, and will become our indispensable wealth in life.

Believe me, those who say this are either booksellers or bookworms. As for some people who say that reading, like eating and reproducing, are the innate nature of human beings, that is even less credible. The reason is very simple. Just take China as an example. From the time when knotting ropes to record events to Cangjie's creation of the Chinese character "Ghosts and Gods Cry", there were few books that were good to read. From the emergence of oracle bone inscriptions to the invention of papermaking and movable type printing, during these thousands of years, it was difficult for ordinary people to read books. It took more than 100 years for reading to become truly popular. So we really don't need to belittle ourselves today. It is said that in 2008, the per capita reading of our country's citizens was only 4.58 Books. However, if newspapers and the Internet are included, the number must be more than this. You can't say that reading newspapers and online articles does not count as reading, although it does not count as reading "books". But I don't understand, why do we have to study?

This is a book that records thoughts about life and living, written for you who are soft-hearted but lost in the world: How much does it cost us to understand the meaning of life! We are reminded again and again that we should seize the moment and live in a way that we will not regret in the future. The book contains the author's cancer treatment experience, understanding of life, and some memories and reflections on his busy first half of life. As well as deep feelings about hometown, family love, etc. In the diary during his illness, the author reflects on his bad living habits and life details, summarizes many philosophical views on life based on his life and death experiences, and constantly fights against fate with an optimistic and open-minded attitude towards life. It makes people re-examine the "meaning of living", treat death rationally, cherish life, cherish feelings, and cherish life.

Later, Yang Xiaobai told me that his first reaction was to put his right hand into his pocket and hold the handle of the knife. Hold tightly. He said that what he felt at that time was that something like a big stone suddenly suppressed his heart. For two full minutes, his heart was still. Then it suddenly jumped up and down like a drum, making the roots of his ears itchy and swollen. It should be noted that this knife originally belonged to Chen Siqing and was stolen by Yang Xiaobai. This is not to say that Yang Xiaobai couldn't bear to see Chen Sirqing using this knife to peel apples during class. On the contrary, when Chen Sirqing was peeling apples, the little finger of his right hand was raised high, which was really exciting.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a bakery on a street corner on the outskirts of the city was shining with splendor. In this remote area, the bakery is like a charming lady, looking up at the flow of people with her breasts and butt raised. This is an urban-rural juncture, and the rent is one-fifth of that in the downtown area. The people living here are migrant workers who work in the downtown area. They leave early and return late, hurriedly following fixed routes like migratory birds. Now is the holiday, and some children of migrant workers have come here to reunite. They cannot accompany their parents to work. They stayed in the rental house or wandered the streets around the house while their parents were at work. They are tempted by new items or magical objects they have seen on TV, but currently they are still unable to go to the downtown area and touch them closely.

There have been three full years since 2012. During the period when time and space are quietly changing, the young white poplars are rising up step by step, depicting the growth of things and people. The velvet flutters in the wind, gently rotating, and raising the past of the place. All experiences are used to recall, and all emotions are integrated into each character created by one's own hands. I have always been grateful that my passion for writing has not diminished over the years, and I have always been full of expectations. I am always grateful that the merciful time has allowed me to stay with books forever, and I will never leave them until death. No matter when, no matter where you are, you can eventually use writing as a needle, work hard through several holes, embroider an immortal legend of struggle, and hang up the stories related to words.

Everyone is talking about his stay in Beijing. Some people hope that no matter what they do, they will never go back to their hometown, for fear of meeting someone they hate again, such as their ex-wife. Some people want him to stay in Beijing because they hope to replace him in a useless position, such as a small room. Others do nothing, hoping that he can stay in Beijing to serve the people, live in a big house, and live a life that everyone envies. Of course, this is completely ironic. If you keep him, his face will turn the color of shit with jealousy, such as Old Liu and others. Of course, there are still people who sincerely hope that he will stay as he wishes, but only if he uses it as a springboard for her new life in the next life, such as the butterfly who always looked as pure as the Qiongtai fairy. Perhaps the only person who least expected him to stay in Beijing was his daughter Duoduo. When she came home this time, her eyes suddenly lit up, and then she jumped into her arms and wouldn't let go. Whether she was eating, sleeping, or playing, she stayed close to him. When she said goodbye, her cries almost tore through the sky, making him feel uncomfortable for more than a hundred kilometers away.

The "Miscellaneous Campus Series" is a full set of six volumes in color. Each volume contains beautiful hand-drawn comics, Weibo-style philosophical quotes and exquisite original prose. It focuses on young people's perceptions of family, friendship, and teacher-student relationships as they grow up. It shows the positive energy of youth such as their inspirational trek in difficult situations, their growth with a grateful heart, and their respect and kindness to all things. "The Flower Knows, the Wind Comes" uses exquisite pictures and texts to show teenagers' observations, experiences and feelings about the people, things and things around them as they grow up. Through a series of real and short stories, it reveals a person's life insights and philosophical thoughts. The pictures and texts are rich, the text is concise, and it is suitable for teenagers to read.

This work is a collection of lecture notes given by Mr. Xiong Zhaozheng at well-known universities such as Peking University, Renmin University, and Wuhan University, covering all aspects of history, literature, life, society, and daily life. These speeches are the result of the author's years of reading and thinking. They sparkle with wisdom and permeate with a sense of worry. For example, the author is deeply worried about social issues such as the prevalence of money worship in today's society, the rupture of traditional culture, and the loss of awe. They convey the sense of responsibility of a historian and writer: to resurrect history so that people today can examine the present and gain insight into the future from the distant past.

This is a touching collection of rural prose. The writer writes about the origin of a remote village in the north, the many strange personnel affairs, various crafts and craftsmen in the late Qing Dynasty and the Anti-Japanese War era, and the village conditions and growth experience in his childhood. It also involves the real-life experiences and fate of some relatives, and describes the village's unique geographical scenery, people and customs in detail. The feelings are sincere and deep, and the language is poetic. Yang Xianping, born in Shahe, Hebei Province in 1973, currently works for the poetry magazine "Stars" of the Sichuan Provincial Writers Association. His major works include the long text "Frontier of Dreams", the novel "The Hun Empire", the collection of essays "The Book of the Desert", "Glimmer of Water in the Desert", "Hometown of Life and Death", "Historical Nostalgia", and the collection of poems "Destiny", etc. His works have won many awards.

In our hometown, when we ask how old you are, we don't ask how many years you are, but how many "sins" you have. I have never understood why you ask this. If it is a dialect, the pronunciation of "Sui" and "Sin" are too different. Later, after experiencing some difficulties in the human world, I gradually realized that how many years you live is actually how many sins you have suffered in the human world. The old man explained the mystery of life with one simple word, but it is much deeper than the so-called philosopher. My parents are over 60 years old.

There is only a past that cannot be returned, and there is no tomorrow that cannot be reached. At the intersection of youth, turn left or right, at every anticipated traffic light, woolen bears who like to guess the future are hidden behind the flowers, waiting to give every child who makes a decision a small surprise. "Under the Sky of Love\u002F The Book of Growth" focuses on family love and teacher-student love. Parents and teachers are the sunshine for growing girls. They guide the confused children and bring sunshine to the confused on cloudy days. But the "war" between children and parents seems to never end. Generation gaps, desires, understandings, expectations, etc. Can all become points of conflict. I owe you happiness, and I must make up for it. I believe that only deep love can last forever. If I have enough time to grow old, I have enough time to learn to cherish.

For the same thing, if the perspective of looking at the problem changes, the results will be very different. Happiness starts from the heart, happiness starts from the heart, hope starts from the heart, almost all the good things in life start from a good mentality. The mountain cannot be overcome, but we can go over it. If reality cannot be changed, we can change our mentality. And when the mentality changes, it will in turn affect reality. So your mentality is your real master, and your mentality determines where your life will go.

Generally speaking, I have no feelings about music. Maybe I will shed tears for a certain song, or I will be stuck in the past for a certain melody and have emotional fluctuations. But I will definitely not buy high-end speakers at home like an audiophile and listen professionally from every corner. Nor will I wear an evening dress and sit solemnly in a concert hall to listen. Why spend that money? I usually let the music enter my eardrums or enter my state of mind very casually. But something unexpected happened that day. When I saw the news in the local evening newspaper that the Hubei Opera House was coming to the city to perform the large-scale opera "Red Guards of Honghu Lake", I immediately became excited and immediately booked a ticket according to the booking phone number provided in the newspaper. 360 Yuan is not too expensive for me. A person must do such outrageous things several times in his life, otherwise his life will be in vain. This is how I explain my behavior.

Wanfen was full of melancholy about the life he was about to face. She was going to work hard to adapt, to adjust, and to make a place in her heart to accommodate Xiao Pu. She gets up early in the morning to practice yoga. Lao Pu, who always likes to sleep in, also got up early because his son was coming back and he was a little excited. He stood aside and watched Wan Fen kneeling on his knees, bending back and putting his hands on his heels. He said with a smile: "Haha, my son is back and I am alive again." Wan Fen could still hold on for a while, but when he heard this, he retracted early, crawled forward, and stretched his hands forward on the mat. However, he could no longer feel the stretching sensation in his chest, shoulder and elbow muscles, and tendons, because he felt depressed again. After finishing the camel pose, she began to do the crane pose, kneeling on the upper arms and retracting her feet in the air. This requires concentration, arm strength and balance. She could hold on for a minute, but she heard Lao Pu say again that her son would stay at home for the first half of the year before he came back. Wanfen finally couldn't maintain her balance. Suddenly, her feet fell to the ground and fire came out of her mouth.

I was reading in a daze that day, and suddenly I had a whim: I thought that Hegel's "black" is related to the blackness of ink, and the dialectical relationship between black and white is inexhaustible... So I "forced" this short article. Hegel is the master of dialectical thought, and the relationship between black and white in calligraphy is highly consistent with philosophy. For the first time in the history of philosophy, Hegel regarded dialectics as the driving principle of all movements, all lives, and all undertakings, and as the soul of all true scientific knowledge. In the field of calligraphy theory, our ancestors also showed dialectical thinking very early on. Over the past millennium, dialectical thinking has been enriched and developed in calligraphy theory and practice, and has become an artistic totem as vigorous, luxuriant and full of vitality as trees.

The period from birth to schooling may be the happiest time for a person. There is no academic pressure or social responsibilities. Every day I just feel happy playing with my friends. I remember learning a text in primary school about Zhang Heng counting stars. As a child, Zhang Heng snuggled in his grandma's arms and felt happy just looking up at the starry sky and counting the stars. I think Zhang Heng at that time would not think that he would be an astronomer who had made such a great contribution to the motherland in the future, just like people would not imagine that Einstein, who could not even make a small bench, was a "great man of the century". My childhood dreams were always superficial and simple.

There has never been a good day in the twelfth lunar month near the end of the year. The white sun hanging in the winter sky lazily cast its not-so-splendid light on Hanyuan Village, even though God passed by in a flourishing way two days before the auspicious day of Youjiu. There was a heavy snowfall, but the Hanyuan Village was on a high ground and there was no obstruction around it. A black wind blew away two-thirds of the snow on the land at night, filling the ditches and bumps on the plateau. There was only a thin layer of snow left on the plateau, covering the wheat fields and the village in white. It's a pity that the wheat field under the plateau does not belong to Hanyuan Village. All the old people in Hanyuan Village feel that they are at a disadvantage. They stand on the edge of the plateau just like in previous years, looking at the winter wheat on the plateau around them that is not covered by snow, and at the white paper-like fields under the plateau in front of them. The old man sighs and curses God.

All I can remember about my grandfather is him holding a bamboo pipe in his mouth and sitting peacefully in the sunset wearing a blue cloth coat. When I was a child, I always liked to sit next to my grandfather and watch him exhale smoke from his mouth, drifting from his high cheekbones to his thin hair, and then disappear into the dusk. My grandfather liked to touch my head and tell me stories at this time. I liked to look at the darkening sky while listening to the stories. In the end, all the trees on the mountain were invisible, leaving only the black outline of the mountain. There were a lot of mosquitoes outside in summers like this. There were no mosquito coils at that time, so my grandfather used a sickle to cut a lot of sage on the hillside, dried it half-dry and half-wet, and burned it to repel mosquitoes.

On this day, I unfortunately fell asleep while reading a book in the study room on the third floor. If I hadn't fallen asleep, the following story wouldn't have happened. What happened while I was asleep? Didn't hear the doorbell! I didn't hear the courier call my cell phone! But I woke up when my phone rang again. "Are you at home? Look how many times I called you! I haven't stopped calling you until now!" The voice was full of anger. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just fell asleep and didn't hear you." I explained repeatedly. "You Shanghainese people don't even answer the phone!" He shouted: "Stop talking, come down now!" His voice was very loud and unreasonable, and it was so "indecent" that no one who was being delivered could hold his temper after hearing it.