Liu Liangcheng's Classic Quotations

1. In the next few days, I did what many people did. Wandering alone in the empty wheat field. I think that after many important events, there will be a finisher who lags far behind people and does what they think they have done. Many things are the same, many people start to do it, and in the end, it becomes someone's.

2. Where a tree can thrive, it will definitely make a person live a decent life. I secretly remembered this place when I walked back. It was then that I began to vaguely realize that I had allowed myself to grow freely like a plant. Arms are too thin, legs are not thick, and courage is weak. I need a lot of things to grow. I seem to have forgotten to grow up for several years.

Everyone has to face the remaining loneliness and fear alone, whether in the crowd or in the wilderness. That belongs to him alone.

Just like a bug and a grass alone in its powerful community, facing its share of joy and pain. Other insects and grasses don't know.

A tree died and entered a dead period longer than a life without flowers and leaves. Other trees are still alive and flourishing. The sun shines on the green leaves and also on the cypress trees. We can't see what cypress trees look like in the sun. Its deeply buried roots are extending somewhere. We don't know what happened after death.

I have lived among the villagers for decades, and everything is over. If I stay, there will be nothing new. The remaining decades, I want to spend in flowers and plants, in the water and soil of insects and birds. I don't know if this will work. Maybe the villagers will call me back and let me marry a woman and have children. Let me dig the ground and plant wheat for a year. They won't leave me idle, and what they have to do must also be my business. They won't know that in my heart, these things have already ended.

If I have anything to do, it's grass, insects and clouds.

There are several such big trees near our village, and there are several such people in the village. I am too young, my roots are not deep, and my trunk is not strong. I am afraid that I will be blown away by the strong wind, like a blade of grass, drifting thousands of miles to a strange place with the wind. Like it or not, the wind dumped you and disappeared. You have no place to find trouble with the wind. When it is windy, it is windy all over the world. When the wind stopped, there was only air left. As if nothing had happened in the sky and nothing had happened on the ground. It's just that your fate has been changed and inexplicably landed in another place. You have to wait for another opposite wind to blow yourself back. It may be many years before a strong wind can blow you here. You grow up unwillingly and become extremely heavy while waiting for the flight.

6. Maybe a lot of things around us are part of our life, part of our life, and let us be at a critical moment. A grass, a tree, a cloud, a bug. It takes root in the soil, stops in the air and sings in the wind for us. ......

The death of any grass is the death of man.

The death of any tree is the death of a person.

The chirping of any insect is also the chirping of human beings.

Turning around, the grass behind him was in full bloom. A large area. It seems that someone told a joke and made a beach of grass laugh. I lay on the hillside thinking. Is it what I thought-a strange idea in my head made the grass laugh my head off in the breeze. Some laughed, some half covered their lips and couldn't help laughing. Two flowers are close to me, one is facing me, with thin pink petals, as if singing and laughing; The other turned his head to hide his face, but still couldn't hide his smile. I can't help laughing. Laugh first, then laugh. This is my first time in the wilderness, laughing alone.

I am too young, my roots are not deep, and my trunk is not strong. I am afraid that I will be blown away by the strong wind, like a blade of grass, drifting thousands of miles to a strange place with the wind. Like it or not, the wind dumped you and disappeared. You have no place to find trouble with the wind. When it is windy, it is windy all over the world. When the wind stopped, there was only air left. As if nothing had happened in the sky and nothing had happened on the ground. It's just that your fate has been changed and inexplicably landed in another place. You have to wait for another opposite wind to blow yourself back. It may be many years before a strong wind can blow you here. You are unwilling to grow up and become extremely heavy when waiting for the flight.

I planted myself in a pit, watered myself, and stood up straight for a long time. I may only feel sore legs, numbness and backache, but I am not sure that vegetation has grown in the soil. People don't have roots as deep as vegetation, and they can't know what is deep in the soil. People are buried in their own affairs and in the darkness. When people finish one thing and do it well, people will gradually come out. What I get from vegetation is only the truth of some people, not the truth of vegetation. I thought I knew them, but I know myself. I don't understand them.

In about five years, the grass covered the yard that had been leveled and trampled on porcelain. Grass-roots dormant in the soil, it did not die, has been spying on the ground in the soil. Year after year, people's footsteps come and go in the yard, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Finally one day, I can't hear you anymore. Grass roots tentatively break through the ground, sprout a bud and give birth to two leaves. When visiting the season in the wind, make sure that there is no shovel to shovel, and step on it, and the grass will emerge from the soil one by one.

Eternity means that the time to kill something has passed, but it is still there.

A few years later, a person will find that the so-called road is just a decoration and a game for people wandering on the earth. It never deviates from its real purpose. Ask those who are always on the road in a hurry if they have reached their destination. No. Otherwise, they won't wander the road endlessly.

10 walk into a grass, a drop of water, a bug, maybe further. Knowing a grass is not limited to feeding it into your mouth and chewing it. Dig a hole, plant yourself in it, pour some water and stand up straight for a long time. You may only feel sore legs, numbness and backache, but you can't conclude that vegetation has grown in the soil. People don't have roots as deep as vegetation, and they can't know what is deep in the soil. People are buried in their own affairs and in the darkness. When people finish one thing and do it well, people will gradually come out.

What I get from vegetation is only the truth of some people, not the truth of vegetation. I thought I knew them, but I know myself. I don't understand them.

1 1 No matter how strong the wind is, it will take a hundred years to level a ridge. A porcelain bowl that people throw away every day is buried in the soil for 3 thousand years; And the steel bars buried in the land will bring permanent sting to the land. Few things can kill it.

Except for time.

Time itself is not infinite.

Eternity means that the time to kill something has passed, but it is still there.

Time. There is no time.

12 in fact, these living things are all run out by human souls. God did not let them go far. They are always with people, so that people can see themselves clearly from these animals.

In the human soul, there are actually a large group of amazing beasts imprisoned, such as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. They never bite off their chains like dogs and run out of people's hearts and lungs. Occasionally running out will be beaten by a mad dog and ruined.

13, although people are not vegetation, but home is the root, which firmly connects people. People can run here and there, south and north. I still stay at home most of the time. How important the location of home is to a person's life. Home in the saline-alkali beach, your feet will regain lifelong moisture. Living in Shagouliang, close your eyes when there is wind or no wind. Different life orientations make different people. A few steps away, there is another Gankun. The villagers have long known this truth. Therefore, when their life is not smooth, it is easier to move the house as much as possible than to move others. Trees move to death, and people move to life.

14. Now I don't know how much that unsatisfied dinner will affect my future life. People can't perfunctory themselves. Especially when eating, this meal is not full, and it is impossible to make up for it by eating more next time. This unsatisfied meal will be a kind of deficiency in life, and fate will seize this weak link and defeat me sooner or later.

15, people always like to rely on a strong society and spend their whole lives asking for it from the society. And forget to build your own small world, small environment. In fact, it is very easy to get happiness and satisfaction. As long as you spend a little time cleaning the dust on the window glass, you will get a room full of bright sunshine and enjoy a good mood for many days. Just move your hand a little. Fill in the small hole on the way home, and you will get home safely for a whole year or even years, and you will never stumble again.

15 I think, even if I can't regard this city without friends as my hometown, I should at least regard this boudoir where I am staying as my home. No matter how busy my life is and how hard my work is, I will squeeze some time out of my day and cook a leisurely meal. There may be many disappointments in life, but I can cook a satisfying meal for myself. Maybe I can't change my destiny, but it is always possible to improve my life at any time. As long as a good meal, a kind word and a good idea can completely change people's mood. I don't know how to do this simple and easy thing and happiness at my fingertips. What kind of great happiness can I pursue?

16 I finally didn't find anyone who heard birds. Years later, I was too busy growing up to remember that bird. Like many things in childhood, it has been pushed away. However, when I was almost 40 years old, I suddenly remembered the songs of those birds. Sometimes I can't help but open my mouth several times and want to make that sound, but I don't think it's a bird's call. Maybe I remember wrong. Maybe it's just a dream. There is no night at all, no me sleeping alone in the haystack, no birds chirping. Maybe that's my grandfather's voice. He is lonely and will make a hullabaloo about at night. When I was very young, my grandfather's rich voice often fell from a height. I'm often afraid. I looked up and saw grandpa's broad chest and bearded chin. Sometimes he will give me a candy, and sometimes he will yell at us to go away and play somewhere else! My grandfather loves cleanliness very much. He is worried that we will dirty his house. As soon as we left, he picked up the broom and swept the floor.