Love philosophy story

Love is mutual, people are equal, feelings are warm, and hearts are sincere. You give people three points of affection, people are seven points of warmth, you give people t

Love is mutual, people are equal, feelings are warm, and hearts are sincere. You give people three points of affection, people are seven points of warmth, you give people three points of love, and people return you seven points of care. That is happiness. Sometimes love is such a philosophical story. The following is what I prepared for you, I hope you like it!

Tisch

An old carpenter is preparing to retire. He told his boss that he would leave the construction industry and go home to enjoy family happiness with his wife and children.

The boss didn't want to let his good worker go and asked him if he could help build another house. The old carpenter agreed. But everyone can see later that his heart is no longer working. He uses soft materials and does rough work. After the house was built, the boss gave him the key to the gate.

"This is your house," he said. "My gift to you."

He was dumbfounded with shock and ashamed. If he knew he was building a house for himself, how could he do it? Now he has to live in a humble house!

So do we. We casually "build" our own life, not actively, but passively, refusing to strive for perfection in everything and failing to do our best at critical moments. When we realized our situation, we were already trapped in the "house" we built. Imagine you as a carpenter. Think about your house. Every day you knock a nail, add a board, or erect a wall. Use your wisdom to build well! Your life is the only creation in your life, which cannot be erased and rebuilt. Even if there is only one day to live, that day should be beautiful and noble. The nameplate on the wall reads: "Life is your own creation."

extreme

On a scorching afternoon, a man was sweating in the scorching sun, carrying two boxes of ties, walking up and down the western-style clothes shop in Tsim Sha Tsui tourist area. He ran hard all afternoon and went to more than a dozen stores, but found nothing.

When he walked into another foreign clothing store, the owner of that foreign clothing store was doing the guest business very diligently. He didn't know that others were not allowed to disturb him when doing business, so he walked into the shop with a tie. When the owner of the western-style clothes shop saw the plague, he shouted angrily and drove him out. He saw that he was scolded and driven away like a beggar, and a feeling of sorrow and bitterness welled up in his heart. No one came to comfort him and help him. He wiped away the tears that kept flowing from his eyes as quickly as possible.

But he has no room to back down. He licked the bleeding wound alone, smiled again, and continued to walk from door to door, wearing an animal tie. Because of his courage to face the reality and perseverance in his career, he finally became a winner. He is the famous iron king at home and abroad-the chairman of Hong Kong Goldlion Group.

Any successful person has the spirit of not being afraid of danger, not afraid of failure and working hard. He can not lose heart in the most difficult times, can constantly sum up lessons from failures, face difficulties directly, and turn shame into motivation, thus increasing the chances of success. Their value lies in their understanding after falling, rather than getting up inexplicably.

Each of us will face various challenges, opportunities and setbacks. Your choice at this time, your ability to withstand setbacks, is your future destiny.

Success is not a harbor, but a journey with many dangers lurking. The bet of life is to be the winner in this journey, and success always belongs to those who are not afraid of failure.

Tisso

Orchids are like spring and summer, and they are ground into fragrant dust, and the fragrance is long and the red dust is long; Elegant bamboo, cracked into fingerprints, indicates the fate of the dark tide. Time flies, I went to Xiangshan and never returned. I hope that flowers will bloom and fall, and the years will be scattered. People will grow poetically in the shadow of books, and the beloved track of love will be understated.

A misty rain in Sichuan, a Ma Pingchuan, catkins flying all over the sky; The willows on both sides of the strait are yearning for each other, complaining in the breeze, and singing the vows of eternal love when they meet and know each other. The night is brightly lit, the flower street is brightly lit, and there are many people; Looking back suddenly, Iraqis looked at the handsome men and beautiful women in the south of the tower in the dim light; The teenager didn't know that Iraqis were boudoir, so he found another beautiful woman in Yanhua Lane and made a toast. There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I'm glad you don't know; On the moon, the pipa sings softly, the Yushu blossoms * * *, and in the evening breeze, the Iraqis hide their faces and tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt, and their thoughts drift away.

Tears ask flowers silently, fast-flushers ask thousands. The past and present are clear at a glance, unhurried, unhurried, as calm as ever, just like a golden mountain that stands firm, sticking to the rock-solid love in the deepest part of my heart and persistent as always.

Jade birds and flying fish fly freely with running water, and the passage of time can't disturb their indifferent and leisurely mood. In the old world of mortals, people lamented that life is too short, love is too deep, love is too shallow, and Fang Fei was stranded in April; Flashy heart, irregular beating, can not calm the noise and hubbub, but also dye the world. Without a moment of silence and tenderness, my heart seems to be riding a runaway wild horse, galloping and chasing the footsteps of love; Sometimes, after three glasses and two glasses of wine, you get drunk, and you don't ask about the old things in the world of mortals, but you can't bear the beauty in the mouth of the Six Dynasties.

Antique, current, and appearance are easy to tell old feelings; If the sky is sentimental, it will be easy to get old, and if people have lovers, they will be lonely. Since ancient times, immature children have been crazy about the world of mortals, suffering from the world of mortals and laughing at the world of mortals. Deep in the clouds and water, sadness is against the wind and injury is against the maple leaves; In this beautiful place, Zhuxi, gathering spring flowers and autumn moon, sinks deeply into the deep pool of blue waves. How much affection, how much sorrow, the pool is also several feet deep; The sky is high and the sea is wide, and people are like a boat, wandering in the stormy waves; Heart, with countless ripples, sets off stormy waves, but does not retreat, does not retreat, just because I believe in the power of love, I can overcome all rapids and rapids.

A glass of light wine is drunk in one gulp, but it is full of bottomless goodwill and affection. The heart sows happiness and sprinkles happiness on the red dust; Give it a clear spring to cool for a season; With the nourishment of love, flowers and fragrance can be seen everywhere in a bright season.

When I meet spring flowers and embrace the world of mortals, even if it is blown into snow by the spring breeze, I will grind it into powder without regrets. The world of mortals, the rain breaks, the pavilion is late; Dust is no longer dust, but the flying of feelings and the journey of the soul; Soil is no longer soil, but the root of love and the precipitation of heart.

The leisurely and sunny castle peak is charming. Castle peak has always been there, but people have long been wandering with things and their hearts have been far away from the world. If the sunrise window is open, who will be lonely at sunset? If the sun shines at sunset, the morning fog will disperse and become transparent. A mountain, a water, a grass and a tree are the homes of sad people and the eaves of many lovers; Send a message to mountains and rivers, care for vegetation. Later generations should be like this, and all the scenery is affectionate.

Teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, and have a special hug in their hearts. The east wind crosses the bridge at night, and the breeze cannot leave you alone; A crescent moon on the river shines on people at the beginning of the year, talks with teenagers and writes a long scroll of teenagers' hearts. Bright moonlight, like a wisp of silk, scattered into the bead curtain, wet Rob, and thick thoughts; Zhou Lang is hidden in the heart of the moon, leaning in the bamboo forest and pine forest, mottled with shadows, pure and picturesque.

Buried in a mountain, a flower soul, a dress and a stream, how many anecdotes of the world of mortals are all in the gossip of fishermen and firewood; The leaves on the river are colorful, and Qiu Ge keeps singing, how lonely, helpless and bitter; Jiangshan is still picturesque every year, people are near dusk, and the sunset is speechless. The sun and moon are desolate, and the stars are like rain. Looking at the tide under the moon, my heart is full of infinite emotion and loneliness. The tide is flat and the sea is wide, and the boat is singing, and the green water is boundless. Green hills on both sides of the strait are inextricably linked.

Walking on the world of mortals, people forget each other when they are far away, and they can't leave when they are near. If you are not returning to the world of mortals, you are also a passer-by. If you leave the world of mortals, feel at ease in the water between clouds, find a valley and send a deep affection; Find a quiet and stable life; Wash away the lead soul in the mountains and rivers, dance with the breeze, forget songs with birds, bloom with flowers, restore a true, kind, happy and free self, bid farewell to prosperity, bid farewell to the world of mortals, and live calmly in the world.

Although the world of mortals is as heavy as Mount Tai, it is as light as a feather. It is easy to shake the mountain, but difficult to shake the heart. In the dead of night, we talked to each other, looked at each other, and fell in love at first sight. It seems that it was a long time before we met, and it was really easy to pay, but just like the sea is difficult for water, the water under the bridge and the water in our hearts have already flooded.

Spring breeze is sometimes good and sometimes evil. No spring breeze can blossom, and flowers are blown down by the wind. ?