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Autumn is coming, and chrysanthemums are in bloom; Lotus will not bloom until summer; Peony flowers bloom in spring; Plum blossoms stand proudly in winter. Everything in the world has a season suitable for growth, and so does everything in the world. Every flower has a chance to bloom, and those that don't just don't wait for the season. People are the same, everyone has a chance to succeed, but they haven't waited for the right time yet. However, flowers and plants need to absorb nutrients and sunlight and store enough energy to wait for their own season. So we should save enough energy now, that is, learn more knowledge, experience more setbacks and accumulate more wisdom in life. When our own season comes, we will naturally open a beautiful flower of life.

There are too many waits in a person's life. Waiting is helpless, but you have to wait, because this is a state of life and life wisdom. If you cannot wait, you will never wait.

Life needs to wait, just like the seeds just sown. Only by waiting can we reap the fruits. Waiting is a skill as well as a training. Waiting is more important than moving forward, and it is more difficult to do it, because there are expectations for the foreseeable future and desires running through it. Waiting is the foreshadowing, the cornerstone and the premise of sprint. Without waiting, sprint is not perfect. If you master waiting, you master success. Waiting is a skill, not everyone has it. Waiting is lonely, hope is ahead, but reaching out can't catch it.

On the other side of the river, life is like a dream. Who quietly swallows a sigh in the breeze and no longer says a word in vain? Who silently rolled up the wrinkled memory and never mentioned that Zhu Yan once smiled at the spring breeze and spent the old days of this year? When a cup of cold soup is left and people leave the tea, it suddenly dawns that the drunkenness of various feasts has paved the bleak moss stone in front of the steps and has been lightly trodden by the footsteps of leaving. When I woke up, I couldn't catch up with the ride on the ancient road.

All beings are ordinary and not mediocre; Students, ordinary but extraordinary.

Chu Lan gave birth to the forest, not because there was no one but it was not fragrant; Xiu De, a gentleman, does not defect because of poverty. (Luz)

Youth is the blood drop of will and the nectar of hard work-Mika; Youth is a rainbow woven with eternal hope and eternal yearning-gorgeous and brilliant; Youth is an iron wall built with eternal persistence and tenacious toughness.

The true nature of the heart should be like this. Success, like the moonlight shining on the flowers, the deep pool is slightly blue, no matter good or bad, no matter the detachment of success or failure, it is a post station with a whip and a horse, climbing high and looking far; Defeated, still dripping water wears away the stone and merges into the sea. There is a kind of pride that is poor and strong and does not fall into the blue sky. There is a kind of stubbornness of "being a self-taught person and constantly striving for self-improvement". Rong, Jiangshan is still the same, the painting style is still the same, just like the sea and mountains, familiar with the years, flashy and arrogant; Bear the burden of humiliation, Han Xin, snow pine, like a fairy with feathers, know how to take a step back and broaden their horizons, and refuse to give up eating because of choking.

Maturity is a bright but not dazzling brilliance, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that does not need to look at others, an atmosphere that eventually no longer attracts the surrounding, a smile that ignores the hustle and bustle, an extreme indifference that washes away, a thickness that does not need to be told, and a height that is not steep.

Love, sometimes it doesn't need a vow of eternal love, but it must need meticulous care and greetings; Love, sometimes does not need Liang Zhu to become a butterfly's tragic, but she must need tacit understanding and congenial; Love sometimes doesn't need to be followed by a man and a woman, but she must need mutual care, support and understanding.

Life is not a "digest", it does not accept blandness, but only collects wonderful things. She is a complete process, a serial. Whether she succeeds or fails, she won't leave a blank behind you. Life is not a rehearsal. If you don't walk well, you can start all over again. She will never give you a second chance. If you walk past it, you can't turn back.

What can be broken must be really alive. Lin Daiyu broke up because of her unforgettable love; San Mao's breaking stems from her understanding and detachment at that moment of vicissitudes; Van Gogh's "Break" is the sharp pain of the sun in the light with a golden knife, while Beethoven's "Break" is a tragic movement in which black and white keys hits life with great spirituality. If the breaking of ordinary people reveals the purest and most beautiful light of human nature, then the breaking of these excellent souls, like a silver pear flower, permeates the sky above us.

Balzac said that "misfortune is the ladder of genius, the baptism of believers and the bottomless abyss of the weak". After the storm, it will be the color of Tianshui where seagulls swim; Out of the thorns, the road ahead is covered with flowers; When you climb to the top of the mountain, there is a misty sky under your feet. In this world, a star falls, the starry sky cannot be dimmed, a flower withers, and the whole spring cannot be deserted. Try your best to get through every level of life, and don't give up easily no matter what difficulties you encounter.

Bing Xin said: "Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds at any time, blooming at any time, decorating this long journey with fragrant flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain, and there will be no tear drops, but they will not be sad."

Pessimists are defeated by themselves first and then by life; An optimist conquers himself first, then life. Pessimists have limited pain and limited future; An optimistic person has gone through many hardships and has a bright future. In the eyes of pessimists, what is possible may also become impossible; In the eyes of optimists, the impossible becomes possible. Pessimism can only produce mediocrity, while optimism can create Excellence. From extraordinary people, it is easy for us to find an optimistic spirit; From mediocre people, we can easily find gloomy shadows.

Gone days are like withered leaves and petals, what has faded is the innocence and romance of youth. I don't remember how much rain is floating on my chest and the wind is ringing in my ears. I only know that vicissitudes of life have already penetrated my heart and climbed up my face. A person and the pursuit of peers, ups and downs are companions, and hardships are also companions.

When snow and ice cover, we need fire to keep warm; When the night is boundless, we need a little starlight to keep warm; When the future is boundless, we need a navigation light to keep warm ... In the four seasons, what we can't filter out is worry and sadness, and what we can't get rid of is hardship and pain. In cold weather, what can we use to warm ourselves and stand in the wind? Leave some sincerity to keep yourself warm!

A secluded path, twists and turns will always arouse the yearning for relaxation; Huge waves can make a thrilling sound when the tide rises and falls; A story, but there is sadness in sadness; A kind of life, ups and downs, China shows a shocking grandeur.

Yellow land, Jiangbei generation simple and heavy; Clear water is clear, which is the carefree elegance of several generations in Jiangnan, rippling with thousands of years of scenery and elegance. Only in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiangnan Jiangbei, * * * enjoys the bright moon; Or on the Lantern Festival, make a pot of glutinous rice balls to form a thousand-year sweet reunion. Only in Chongyang, south of the Saibei River, send a piece of Qiu Si together; Or in the Qingming Festival, a wisp of drizzle will spill to a lonely and sad place thousands of miles away.

The stars have neither the dazzling light of the sun nor the charming romance of the moon, but the light in the night sky is a flash of your life value. Gravel is neither the vastness of mountains nor the leisure of streams, but the small bedding between mountains and rivers is your silent dedication. Candles do not have the blazing flame of torches, nor the gorgeous colors of neon lights, but the swaying figure in the dark is your risky step.

The mind of a wise man is a deep spring, from which there may be little water, but the water drops are crystal clear; Mediocre extravagant talk is a shallow ditch, from which a lot of water may flow, but it is muddy.

Please keep a simple one, so that you can be more friendly to others and less indifferent and numb; Please keep a simple one, so that you can have more happiness and less mental fatigue in your life; Please keep a simple one, so that you can have more strength to forge ahead and less melodramatic and profound insight into the world of mortals.

Maturity is a quality, a quality that comes from the mind and is embodied in action; Maturity is a kind of ability, a kind of self-discipline and self-management ability; Maturity is an attitude, a calm attitude towards everything; Maturity is a state of mind, a state of mind that can look down on everything and everything is as light as water.

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body" is about family relations; "Life is full of friends, and the world should treat it with the same feelings" is about friendship. "Once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever" is about love; "It is patriotic to covet the life and death of the country and avoid it in every cloud has a silver lining".

If I can hold a handful of moonlight, I choose the softest one; If I can pick the red leaves of Xiangshan, I choose the most gorgeous one; If I could pick all the stars in the sky, I would choose the brightest one. Maybe you will say that my choice is not the best, but my choice, I believe.

Small bridges and flowing water. Pavilions and pavilions are hidden among them. A bustling crowd. Coming and going, passers-by are in a hurry, but there is a trace of truth in the air that can't be found.

Xin Qiji is the only one in the history of China. No one can compare with Xin Qiji.

The change of Jingkang, the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty, the relocation of the capital in the Song Dynasty, and Xin Qiji's birthplace became the ruling area of the Jin Dynasty, which influenced Xin Qiji's life. It is extremely touching that his patriotic belief in restoring the Central Plains has never wavered. When he lost the steel sword he used to hold to kill the enemy, he used the only soft pen he could hold as a knife and gun, using blood as ink, and flying freely while flying.

Away from the battlefield, the shirt is dry, killing the enemy can only be shouted, and galloping on the battlefield is just a dream. If you can't hold it in your hand and can't hide your heart, you should entrust words. The awe-inspiring murderous look and majestic momentum contained in my heart condensed into this famous "broken array": I was drunk watching the sword, and I dreamed of blowing horns and camping. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. It's in vain.

Jin Ge's voice can be compared with Yue Fei's Man Jiang Hong. How to distinguish between country and home? When everyone is frustrated, the frustrated people in Angel are heartbroken: they can be more relieved and come back in a hurry after several storms.

Hey! It rains on the river at dusk, and the Yangtze River has nothing to say.

Following a yellow book "Yu Shu Ji", I pushed open the door of "Sound Slow" and came to a rainy night in the Song Dynasty more than 900 years ago to find the talented and proud poetess. In that windy, rainy and cool yard, I saw her drunk in the yellow flowers piled up everywhere. Her beauty was haggard and her fragrance was blown away. No one asked her or pitied her.

Is this the man who walks shyly with his back against the door but smells of childhood? A snow-white silly woman, thick dew and fine flowers, thin sweat and light clothes. Is this her who is intoxicated in the depths of the lotus root and doesn't know the way home? A charming woman struggling with a long pole blushed at first, and a lake of ripples blushed. This is to ask the shutter man, but Haitang is still there, you know? Do you know that?/You know what? Should it be green, fat, red and thin? Love willow flowers, a talented woman who is famous in Beijing. Is this the one who is easy to untie Luo Shang, alone in the blue boat, and hard to trust her on the cloud? A stupid woman who can't get rid of this situation only frowned, but went to her heart. This is a positive lift from Wan Li's nine-year-old Peng Feng. When the wind stopped, Zhou Peng blew away three mountains, and her writing was meticulous. A poem with no lasting appeal, The Fisherman's Pride, makes it a strange girl in the boudoir. It's her! It's her!

Her window used to be a sycamore plantain, her feet used to be a green musk stove, and there was a sultry plain sound on her blue gauze cabinet. She used to roll the jade curtain low when the jade was fragrant, she used to put flowers at the water's edge when the moon was full in the west wing, she used to pick chrysanthemums leisurely at the foot of Nanshan, she used to watch the geese line up at the railing, and she used to be inseparable with him, playing on the phoenix stage. At that time, she only saw the shadow of a flower pressing against the door, and the thin curtain was covered with a pale moon. At that time, she was in charge of heptachlor, with green window black tea, her hair tilted, and she was there sooner or later.

She recalled her bumpy life with emotion. Flowers fell to the ground, wine was poetic and picturesque, and no one mourned * * *, dreaming of Chang 'an. Since then, Chang 'an Avenue has been homesick for Xiang Yu, and she refused to care about her country when Jiangdong was injured, and let her indulge in sake in a bottle. There is only a sigh in her drunkenness, and she is afraid of two streams. I sang a graceful swan song with my own body and mind.

I can't bear to disturb her lonely dream at night. I gently closed the door, closed the pages, hid in a corner after 900 years, and cried quietly.

Water comes from afar, starts from a trickle, grows in an endless flow, and enriches itself. Whether it is the snow in the mountains or the clear spring in the ground, they are tightly bound together by the same survival concept, and the rustling is their simple promise of never leaving.

Life is full of twists and turns, and things overlap. Enthusiasm to run, to surpass, and then to pick up the calm after setbacks, unyielding after setbacks, and calm after difficulties.

Our growth should get rid of the interference of vulgar things and be nourished by traditional culture. There is a saying that you read history on a soft day and the Bible on a fresh day. That is to say, when the will is slack, you should be clear-headed when reading history: counselors are in the tongue of the country; Jin Goma Iron, Jiangshan Wan Li in blood and tears. Reading history books can cultivate honesty. It also refers to reading classics when you are arrogant and violent: the way of Laozi and Zhuangzi, purity and inaction are right and wrong; Bodhi mind, the gv 10 is dust-free. Reading Confucian classics can cultivate the virtue of quiet and frugality. There are endless treasures in the vast sea of books in China, which are the real nutrients for our growth.

The bits and pieces of history are like sand shells scattered on the vast beach. We passed by quietly, greedily looked at these glittering and precious treasures, and sometimes picked up one or two shells that touched our hearts and collected them with love and gratitude as a souvenir.

Life is a blooming flower, beautiful, stretched and colorful; Life is a beautiful poem, fresh and smooth, with a long meaning; Life is wonderful music, with harmonious melody and melodious melody; Life is a flowing river, running endlessly and rolling forward.

Missing is a poem that allows you to understand the rhythm in ordinary days; Missing is a shower, which makes you get wet in boring days; Missing is a piece of sunshine, which makes your gloomy days clear.

Enthusiasm is a great power, which comes from the deep heart and inspires us to exert infinite wisdom and vitality; Enthusiasm is a powerful pillar. No matter what difficulties we face, it can always give birth to our optimistic fighting spirit and tenacious perseverance ... Without enthusiasm, the sky of life would be colorless.

When the wind is whistling in your ear, you just regard it as a breeze; When the rainstorm pours in front of your eyes, you just feel that it is dripping from the eaves; When lightning rages overhead, you just think it's a passing firefly. Man must never give in to adversity.

The reason why our life is poor is often because we either give up our work or give up meditation because of our work: we have to keep working and thinking. Life is a miracle that comes from nowhere, and existence is also an accident of time and space. We need to constantly struggle to prove the real existence of our lives. In this way, we should activate our thinking and light the lamp of GV.