Life

The small building had another east wind last night, and the past was unbearable. Yes, this sentence comes from Li Yu’s “Yu Meiren”, which is also a masterpiece left by him when he became a prisoner. After reading such poems, I have to say that it is the blessing of life, although it is a little sad, helpless, melancholy and unbearable, and a little cruel, but it is undoubtedly the most difficult memory in life. The poem corresponding to Li Yu’s poem is the song of jiangchengzi in Dongpo: ten years of life and death are boundless, and I don’t think about it, I will never forget it. This poem expresses Dongpo’s infinite yearning for his wife. Although it is an unbearable memory, its sincere convey makes many people sigh with joy and tears. Yes, as the years go away, some memories are destined to be deposited in my heart. Just like Li Yu and dongpo, they will recover from the bottom of their hearts from time to time. Although the ways, forms and styles of recovery are quite different, for people like Li Yu and dongpo, perhaps memory has become the reason and the only thought for them to live on. Therefore, I want to say that in a sense, memory has gone beyond the scope of memory. It should be the flower of soul or the lingering and appealing life tit. To be more precise, when the memory is frozen into the moment of memory, memory has become the vine and willow branch that takes root of life. Especially those unforgettable and painful memories, which make many lives bitter but never disappear! I lost my pride. Yang lost his willow. The Willow rose up to the sky., suddenly it was reported that the world once lost a tiger, tears flew into a basin of rain. This is the reply of Chairman Mao Zedong who read Li Shuyi’s poems during the Spring Festival of 1995. This poem is written with feelings, delicate and sincere feelings. It describes Mao Zedong’s deep-rooted love for his wife Yang Kaihui and the unbearable memory of being killed. It can be said that it is the eternal pain in Mao Zedong’s life, this pain makes this memory become the eternal sound. After that, his son an Ying unfortunately died in the Korean battlefield, which made his life fall into an unbearable situation of memory again. He didn’t pick up the pen like Citron and splash ink like before, but from time to time, he browsed his son’s relics again and again, of course, together with those unbearable memories. Some people say that it is good to have memory, while others say that memory is sometimes as beautiful as poppies, and it does not hurt your body when you look at it from a distance, while when you look at it in a short distance, it will make your soul disappear. Especially those unbearable memories in life are more painful. However, in any case, memory, like things in the world, has both positive and negative sides, like a double-edged sword. It hurts itself and achieves itself at the same time. On this point, everyone is the same. It’s just that literati and moguists have more humanistic feelings than ordinary people. Like the poems written by Li Yu, they are all full of soul and soul, just like the Azalea crying with blood. It is because of this that reading is impressive, thinking is exasperating, and subjugation is only hateful that makes them sigh three times, the soul in the deep memory dances to the wind, and the wind stops and the tree is not quiet to be honest, all memories from the soul are basically gray, even black, because of this, it is often remembered by life, and gradually goes away with the years. Mao Zedong, a great man, once said to Edgar Snowe that the death of Kaihui made me hard to redeem. It can be seen that the pain in his heart has reached what kind of situation. On the contrary, it was because of the sacrifice of Kaihui that the memory in Mao Zedong’s heart often stayed in the beautiful memory, which added more weight to the memory. Of course, Dongpo and Yi An are not like this. It is worth mentioning that Yi Anju’s heart is hard to remember or the past experiences are more. Jin people invaded the central plains, her country was broken, she left her hometown, her husband died of illness in a foreign land, and the antiques were full of pains and disasters of being cheated. Until her old age, she still couldn’t go back to her dream hometown. Perhaps because of these painful memories in her heart, her life, life and poems are more readable and more memorable! I remember that more than twenty years ago, I read a book named gulag Islands written by soon, which brought me no less psychological shock than an earthquake of magnitude 8. Soron wrote: during the 34 years from 1929 to 1953, at least 14 million people were imprisoned in Gulag, and more than 7 million Soviet citizens were exiled to the reclamation areas of Soviet Union for reclamation. During the transformation of the former Soviet Union Ministry of Internal Affairs to the Russian National Security Agency, a large number of documents about Gulag were decrypted, some of which made accurate statistics on the number of people imprisoned in gulag in different periods: in 1934, the number of prisoners serving sentences in Gulag was about 510307; 1953 of the prisoners surged to about 1727970. Although political prisoners of Soviet Union were partially allocated to Gulag concentration camp, most of the prisoners imprisoned in Gulag were not political prisoners, and any Soviet citizens might be absent from work for no reason and steal, or they were arrested and exiled to concentration camps for joking against the government. Among them, 2.6 million cases were tried by Russian secret police in the former Soviet Union. Although the scale of the former Soviet Union concentration camp was greatly reduced after Stalin died of illness in 1953, according to official files, the labor reform camp still existed until Gorbachev era. Right! The inhuman life, the inhuman treatment and the inhuman torture are not only the unbearable memories of Soong, but also the common memories of all Soviet Union and human beings. I have to say here, some unbearable memories are caused by natural and man-made disasters, such as Tangshan earthquake in 76 and Wenchuan earthquake in 2008, which are unavoidable, while some unbearable memories are man-made, such as gulag, Nanjing Massacre, cultural Revolution and so on, it should be said to be the disaster of human beings, but also the crazy behavior of trampling on human dignity, freedom and will. Life is eager for happiness, peace, health and beauty, which are all voices of justice and reasonable requirements. It is worth everyone to cherish and shout! Crossing the history and returning to the reality, I seem to have gone through a century. With the rhythm of my heart, the old guitar in my hand sometimes rises and falls, winds, sorrows and softness, I can’t help praying silently. May God care for human life, may those who die for Justice and Justice rest in peace, and may every life living on the Earth have more beautiful memories, stay away from unbearable memories, so that we can see more smiling faces like roses in spring, blooming our own beauty in the sunshine! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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Rain

When the rain hits the banana, the heart is like a clear stream. Standing in front of the window listening to the rain, silently recalling the traces of the years. The misty rain in the world of mortals was originally a bomb command room. Inscription I have heard of the rain in Jiangnan, which is very beautiful and delicate. In the misty dream like smoke, I was wearing a Chinese coat and holding a paper umbrella, strolling in the rain Lane of Wu Yue which was filled with the fragrance of flowers. The PEACH RED and Willow Green swung in the messy red dust and passed the fleeting years, it has become the fragrance of a lifetime. The rain in the Northeast is not so touching and delicate, just like the generosity and straightforwardness of the Northeasterners. But every rainy day, I still hope to have such a free time, which makes me close my eyes quietly, listen to the sound of rain, the uproar and melancholy in the heart. I believe that there will be such a voice in the world of mortals, which can let us pursue the lost past deep in our hearts. I will still remember this poem: the young boy listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle fainted. When listening to the rain in the prime of life, the river is wide and the clouds are low. The broken geese are called the West Wind. Now when listening to the rain, the temples are already stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the night before the steps drops to the dawn. From a young man who was not familiar with the world, to a young man who traveled around, to an old age of vicissitudes of life, and in the moment the light flew away, everyone would have different feelings about life. Looking back on those blurred past, I murmured and walked, gently brushed away the past wind and dust, and the drizzle and rain told a melancholy in the world. Looking through the calendar that day, I found that there was still one week before the college entrance examination, and my heart thumped. It turned out that time passed so fast. Unconsciously, I had been away from high school for a year. At this time of last year, I was still nervous and entangled in my heart. At this time of this year, I have changed another scene. The unhappiness of life still exists from time to time, but happiness also continues from time to time. People are always used to living in memories, thinking about the past, and there will always be endless regrets and regrets, just like they always thought the university was very beautiful in the past, but now I will miss the enrichment of high school life and the purity of people. As long as you can, you will gradually understand the truth that mountains and rivers are far away. Instead of memory and fantasy, you ‘d better cherish the present and enjoy the present. Twilight is Misty, and the silk rain is misty. I am walking in the misty rain, waiting for the flowers to bloom. In the past, I was always in a bad mood because of rainy days, but now, I regard listening to the rain as a kind of enjoyment of life. Listen to its laughter, cry, frustration and glory. I believe that if it rains, it will be bright. Praise on May 30th, 2010 (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…