Excerpts of beautiful articles, about 500 words

I found it elsewhere....

1. Night·Moon·People

In the late night with the moon, my thoughts quietly rise, Begin its journey through history.

After passing through the glitz and decay, through the sadness and helplessness, across the vicissitudes of life, I finally came to a simple and old door.

Who is singing "My song is wandering in the moon, my dancing shadow is messy"? I opened the door curiously and saw a unique garden: one person, a table, and a glass of wine. What is reflected in the glass of sake is a lonely expression, which is a big tear in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

It's you, you said you want to "raise a glass to the bright moon", only the full moon in the sky can understand your feelings. Others think you are bold and unrestrained, and you have written, "I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money is spent." What else can make you frown? They don't know the passion in your heart. Like ordinary scholars, if you achieve great things, you can benefit the world. But when you don't have time to reward you, your enthusiastic heart begins to grow cold. They don't need your talents in governing the country. They just use the guise of cherishing talents. As long as you write something in the harem, "Clouds want clothes, flowers want looks." of erotic songs.

So you can only leave, leave the humiliating court, leave the unhappy world, and look for the green cliff where the white deer can be placed, the fine wine by the peach blossom pool, and the snowflakes. The Xuanyuan Terrace is as big as a mat, looking for the lonely sail on the edge of the sun...

You said that you want to live a true self, indulge your temperament among the famous mountains and rivers, and write in great excitement to shake the five mountains, poetry Cheng Xiao proudly Ling Canghai. You use these passionate words to record your thoughts and tell future generations of your chicness and heroism.

Yesterday cannot be kept. The back of a dynasty passed away in a hazy drunken state. A comma slowly shrank into a period, and a rotting corpse had a name that has been praised throughout the ages: Li Taibai.

Your poems are the Mount Everest of Tang poetry, and your spirit is the long river in the history of literature. Time flies through you, but it cannot take away the quality you left in the hearts of the world. This quality is constantly tasted, learned, and admired in your poems. It lasts for thousands of years and nourishes generations of descendants. And you yourself have also been sublimated to an unattainable level in this continuity. height.

The door slowly closed, and your figure disappeared from my sight with endless vicissitudes of life.

The bright moon floats in the sky.

2. Spring Nostalgia

Zhang Xiaofeng

Spring must have been like this: From the green and restrained mountain tops, a handful of snow can no longer be held, With a puff, the cold face turned into a smile, and a melodious song was sung from the clouds to the foothills, from the foothills to the low deserted village, into the fence, into the yellow webs of a little duck, Sing into the soft spring mud - spring mud as soft as a newly turned quilt.

So delicate, so sensitive, yet so muddy and boundless. A sound of thunder can make the clouds in the sky cry for no reason; a burst of cuckoo can make a city full of azaleas; a burst of wind can cause every willow tree to chant a white and fluttering song that cannot be explained. , the flying catkins that do not listen to the invitation, every strand of flying catkins is a semicolon of willow. Anyway, spring is so irrational and illogical, but it can still be so good that people feel calm.

Spring must have been like this: a pond full of dead leaves and dead flowers clung to an old root, and the roof beams of thousands of houses in the north were still gentle despite the wind and snow. Holding a small and empty swallow's nest, then, suddenly one day, peach blossoms captured all the mountains, villages and rivers. The willow tree controls both the imperial ditch and the river head of the people - spring is like a royal master with a clear banner, which becomes beautiful because of long-term and devout prayers.

As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before "The Book of Songs", before "Shangshu", before Cangjie coined the Chinese character, there was an episode where a lamb suddenly felt something while gnawing grass. Sweating is the sudden surge that a child feels when flying a kite, the sudden relief that a pair of legs suffering from wind pain feel, and the sudden feeling that thousands of pairs of bare hands feel by the stream, by the pond, and by the riverside. The blood of water... When they were running around telling each other in surprise, they decided to purse their lips into a whistle shape and use a pleasant whisper to name the season - "Spring".

Birds can start measuring the sky again.

Some are responsible for measuring the blueness of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with their wings. And all the birds are not good mathematicians. They chirped and calculated again and again, and checked again and again, but finally they still dared not announce the statistics.

As for all the flowers, they have been given to the butterflies to count. All pistils are given to bees to catalog. All trees are left to the wind to pamper them. As for the wind, leave it to the old wind chimes in front of the eaves to remember and consult one by one.

Spring must have been like this before, or is it still like this somewhere? Walking through the black forest of smoke baskets and smoke baskets, I want to visit the spring that wanders in the distant era.

3. Be a hard-working person: Once, at a party I attended, the host asked a little boy: What kind of person do you want to be when you grow up? Children look at us entrepreneurs and say: Be entrepreneurs. The people present suddenly laughed and clapped. I clapped my hands too, but it didn't sound comfortable to me. I thought, how much does this kid know about business? Did he say he wanted to be an entrepreneur because he was in front of us? Has he been influenced by adults and thinks that only rich people are the only ones who want to be entrepreneurs?

It's all a mystery, of course. But no matter what, as a person's life ambition, I think it doesn't matter what you are; no matter who you are, the most important thing is to be determined to be a hard-working person from an early age.

Someone asked me the same question when I was a kid, and my answers were nothing more than being a teacher, a member of the People's Liberation Army, or a scientist. Time flies by for more than twenty years, and the children of those days are now adults in their early forties. But thinking about it carefully, none of the ambitions I expressed in front of adults were actually realized. The same goes for pretty much everyone else around me. Some wanted to be teachers, but later became self-employed; some wanted to be in the People's Liberation Army, but some actually became prisoners. When I was in college, I had two classmates and friends. They are now both talented people in my country's electronics industry. One grew up to be the CEO of the "Konka" Group, and the other leads the TCL Group. The three of us accidentally became the operators of China's key color TV companies. However, when we graduated from college, no matter how much imagination we had, we did not dare to imagine that we would be where we are now more than ten years later. Everything is achieved through our hard work step by step in the struggle. Rather than saying that we are people with ideals, it is better to say that we are people who have been working hard.

It’s not that we don’t value our ideals, but it’s because it’s easy to be ambitious but hard to work hard for your ideals. This has been the case in life since ancient times. Who would have thought that more than ten years ago today, I was a person wandering on the streets, worried about survival? At that time, I had nothing, my future was bleak, and I really didn’t know where to go. However, I was not discouraged. Looking back, it was my will and character that supported me through these rough years. When many people thought that I was dead or should be dead, I still made efforts to get up from the ground. I firmly believe that life is like Maradona playing football. He often scores goals when he is about to fall. Vitality. This is indeed the case. Just when there was no way out, the collapse of a company in Hong Kong gave me the opportunity to make a comeback, allowing me to cooperate with British scientific and technological personnel who mastered the world's latest technology to develop technologically advanced color TVs. opportunity, and got out of the predicament in one fell swoop.

Some people say that "effort" and "possession" are the two landscapes of life, one on the left and the other on the right. But I believe that the most beautiful and indisputable scenery in life should be hard work. Effort is a mental state of life and a pure love for life. Effort is the mother of possession, possession is the son of effort. If you work hard, all roads lead to Rome, but if you only want to achieve something, the roads are narrow and the world is narrow. Therefore, instead of stipulating what kind of person you must become and what you must achieve, it is better to hone yourself and become a hard-working person. No matter how high your ambition is, without hard work, it will be difficult to stick to it; without lofty goals, because of hard work, you will eventually find the direction of struggle. Being a hard-working person can be said to be the most practical goal in life and the greatest realm in life.

Many people become disheartened because the goals they set for themselves are too high and too utilitarian, and because it is difficult to succeed, and eventually become discouraged and disappointed. The reason is often because we focus too much on possessions and neglect to be a hard-working person. For today's children, if we only focus on what kind of characters they should be in the future, and do not raise the will and quality as a goal in life, in the end we can only cultivate narrow-minded, selfish, fragile and low-level people.

Unfortunately, we are less than satisfactory in this regard.

4. Life Quotes: When misfortune befalls others, they are often able to comfort others like wise men; but when the same misfortune befalls oneself, it is often difficult for people to enlighten themselves in the same way.

The biggest unwisdom of people is not not knowing, but knowing but being unwilling to do it, so there are many mediocre people who feel sorry for themselves.

Some flaws may seem trivial to others and not worth mentioning; however, if these flaws are placed on oneself, it is difficult to look at them easily, and may even be unable to let go of them throughout one's life.

Things you have said or done that hurt others may be forgotten in a blink of an eye; but things that others have said or done that hurt you can often be remembered clearly throughout your life. , and cannot be forgiven.

The shortcomings of others are like black spots on a white paper, which can be seen at a glance; but the shortcomings of oneself are difficult to find.

When we look at other people’s lives, we always like to magnify their happiness and ignore the misfortunes in their lives, so other people’s lives seem happy no matter how we look at them. When looking at their own lives, people always like to shrink their happiness and expand their troubles, so we always have too much dissatisfaction with our lives.

When others accidentally make a fool of themselves in public, we tend to laugh it off; but when the same situation occurs to ourselves, we often cannot get over the embarrassment for a long time.

Parents like to use their own life experiences to teach their children, and teachers like to use their own academic experiences to educate students. Unfortunately, their preaching is often rarely listened to. Until one day, history repeats itself.

When we see others succeed, we say they are lucky; when they fail, we say they did not work hard. When we succeed, we say it's the result of our own efforts; when we fail, we laugh at ourselves and say it's all the fault of our environment.

When a poor man sees rich people, he thinks, they have everything, how enviable they are. A rich man thinks when he sees a poor man, he has nothing but is so happy. In fact, we are the poor or rich people who are always dissatisfied with their lives.

Seeing others pick and choose in love, we secretly say that we don’t know what we look like, but we are still picky. When it's my turn to fall in love, I always feel that no one is good enough for me.

Sometimes we know clearly the mistakes we have made and want to make some changes. However, if someone kindly points out our mistakes, we often become angry and refuse to change.

When you conflict with someone, it is always the other person who is wrong, and you are the one who is wronged.

5. Father is a book: When I have nothing to do, I dig out a collection of essays. I opened a page at random, and it was an article in memory of my father. When I read one of the sentences, "Father is a book, and it may take a lifetime for children to understand it," a heart-piercing pain suddenly hit my heart. Counting on the fingers of my hand, it has been six years since my father left me. During these six years, I missed him all the time. I even begged God to give me a chance to be my father's daughter again, so that I would give him all my filial piety and make him the happiest father in the world. However, God will never give me this opportunity, and I can only remember my father with guilt.

My father was just an ordinary worker with little education, but the family he was born into was once very prominent. He was born into a wealthy family in Jiangsu and belonged to a scholarly family. His ancestors left a lot of fields and properties. His father lived like a young master when he was a child. Later, the Japanese came and robbed all the family property. The family fell into poverty and was forced to flee to Shanghai. In order to make a living for the family, my father gave up his studies and became an apprentice and a hawker when he was less than 14 years old... He was tired from traveling around all day long. After liberation, in order to earn a high income, my father signed up to fight in other oil fields without telling his family to support oil construction. He never left Shanghai for more than 40 years.

I only learned about my father’s family background as an adult, but when I was very young, I knew that he was a landlord. In that era of componentism, I seemed to be inherently inferior. Other children bullied me wantonly, but I didn't dare to resist at all. I was afraid that they would call me a "little landlord". In elementary school, I had to fill in the ingredients every semester. That was the most heartbreaking moment for me. Every time I fill in the word "landlord" with trembling fear, I feel as if I am worse than dead.

For this reason, I have hated my father in my heart for a long time. I hated him for making me have to endure so much humiliation and embarrassment at such a young age!

I remember one time when my father went back to Shanghai to visit relatives and brought me back a satin jacket hand-sewn by my grandmother. The jacket also had lace that was carefully embroidered with gold thread by my grandmother. When I wore this new dress to school, my classmates were so jealous that their eyes turned red. They spat at me and called me a "little landowner." I ran home crying all the way, threw the clothes on the ground hard, and stepped on it a few times. My father asked me to pick it up, but I stubbornly refused to pick it up. My father was so angry that he raised his hand to hit me. I cried and yelled: "Who said you are not a poor peasant? Why are you a landlord? If there is a poor peasant who wants me, I will not be your daughter now!" My father's raised hand slowly lowered it again. At that moment, I clearly saw tears in the corners of my father's eyes.

In my childhood memories, my father was very strict. He has very strict requirements for me. In his own words: "Girls must be disciplined since childhood." He trained me like a lady, including my posture in talking, walking, sitting, eating, and even holding bowls. Everything must be done as he asks. When I was a child, he often kept me at home and asked me to memorize ancient texts such as "Three Character Classic", "Zengguang Xianwen", "Disciples' Regulations", "Thousand Character Classic" and so on. But my brother, who was only one year older than me, was allowed to play freely outside by my father. As a result, such a picture was permanently fixed in my mind: my father was holding a ruler, and I stood in front of him respectfully like a young monk who had been ordained, and recited word by word: "In the beginning, human nature is good. . Similar in nature, but far apart in habits..." Unable to recite it, the ruler in his father's hand was raised high, while his brother was hiding aside and snickering. I often recite and cry at the same time. What I was thinking at that time was: Why is my life so miserable? I had a landowner father who made me subject to so many stinky rules. If I had a poor peasant father, I guarantee that I would never remember the saying "It is the father's fault if he fails to raise his children. If he does not teach strictly, it is his fault the teacher".

As I grew up, my status as a landlord no longer had any impact on my life. When I grew up, I found that my father loved me very much, and I began to enjoy everything he gave me with peace of mind. I remember one winter evening when I was in technical school. A cold wave came and the temperature dropped sharply. My father was worried that my bedding was too thin, so he rode his bicycle for more than ten miles to deliver thick bedding to me. It rained heavily on the way, and my father was afraid that the bedding would get wet, so he took off his raincoat and covered it with the bedding, while he walked forward in the rain. When he came to my dormitory, his lips were frozen and black, and he couldn't even speak for a while. I was immersed in a novel at the time and just lay in bed. I didn’t even say a word of greeting to my father, let alone send him off.

There is a saying: "God will forgive any mistakes I made when I was young." And for the mistakes I made against my father, if there is a God, I think he will definitely not forgive me. I never bought anything for my father during his lifetime. The only gift I gave him: a pair of sheepskin gloves was the prize for winning first place in a legal competition at a technical school. When I gave the gloves to my father, his eyes widened with smiles, and he praised me repeatedly: "It's better to be a daughter. A daughter has a lot of potential. She is nothing like a son, and is useless at all." He wore those gloves and took the work bus. He would not sit if there was a seat available, but would stand instead. He deliberately grabbed the upper railing, making everyone in the car look at his gloved hands. When someone complimented his beautiful gloves, the father immediately said proudly: "My daughter won this award. My daughter is very promising. Others call her a talented woman. My daughter is gentle and quiet, and she is not like that at all." Other people’s daughters are crazy.” His father’s words aroused the disgust of many people, but he continued to talk excitedly. Even his mother couldn't stand it anymore and told others that he was too vain. Alas, a pair of sheepskin gloves could elicit so much satisfaction from a father. It's a pity that I realized this too late!

After I joined the work, my father has been fighting in Shandong. After retirement, he was hired back to stay in Shandong and continue to work. During this period, I got married, started a family, and gave birth to children. I only focused on my own small family, and my father was gradually forgotten by me. Only during holidays, when I receive gifts from my father: woolen coats or sheepskin boots, do I remember that he is still in Shandong. In 1997, my father, who had been retired for five years, finally returned to Hubei. After returning, he never got up again: he had advanced gastric cancer. During the time when he was hospitalized, every time I went to the hospital, I suffered mentally. I regretted that I cared too little for him.

Sitting in front of my father's hospital bed, I asked him: "Dad, I'm really not a good daughter. Do you blame me?" My father smiled and said, "Silly boy, how can dad blame you? Ever since you were a child, you have always He is dad’s favorite child. Your brother said dad is partial, dad is partial, dad just likes you more than him!”

My father who is ill is very talkative. Every time I go to see him, He would talk about it for a long time. He said to me: "You had a serious illness when you were a child and almost died. The doctor said that you were hopeless and was not going to take care of you anymore. He was busy fighting for private rights and repairs. Your mother had no choice but to come to me. I was at work and became anxious when I heard it. I ran to the hospital and forced the doctors to save you. I said that if you couldn't save my daughter, I would fight with you. The doctor was frightened and said that he would give you a blood transfusion. I asked the doctor to draw blood without saying a word. I had just finished the night shift and was very dizzy." Listening to my father's narration, my childhood memories played in my mind like a movie: When I was in elementary school, every rainy day. , my father would pick me up at school. Afraid that the rain would wet my trousers, he carried me all the way home. While walking on the road, I said, "Who wants a little girl? My family sells little girls. My daughter is smart and beautiful, do you want to buy it?" Lying on my father's back, I kept shouting: "No, I won't sell it." Don’t sell it! If you want to sell it, sell it to my brother.” His father then said, “No one wants your brother, that brat!” When he said this, he didn’t even notice that his brother was walking beside him.

I still remember one time, probably when I was four or five years old, I was pulling wild flowers by the ditch and accidentally fell into the ditch. The current was so strong that it swept me far away. My father was far away at the time. He suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He had a premonition that something was going to happen to me, so he pedaled his bicycle forward desperately and fished me out of the water. I was already unconscious when he came up. If he had come a step later, I might not be alive anymore.

In the last days of his father's life, he was already somewhat delirious. Sometimes when I go to see him, he doesn't feel my presence. However, at my father's memorial service, my brother tearfully told me this: Two days before his death, my father suddenly had a flashback. He called his brother to his side and said to him sincerely: "You always said that dad is partial, but dad is partial to your sister, that's why your sister is so willful. If your sister offends you, don't blame her, just blame her if you want. Blame it on me, I spoiled her! You must take more care of your sister in the future. You are the brother, and you must not ignore your sister when something happens. "Ah, father, my deeply beloved father, how do you want me to repay you?" Where is your love for me that is as deep as the ocean?

As I write this, I burst into tears. My father is a book, and I, my daughter, am a reader. I think I can only spend a lifetime reading this book carefully before I can taste the ups and downs in this book and understand what it contains. The true meaning of life!

This is what I read from an English story:

The value of 6.20 US dollars

This is what I read from an English story :

A father came home late from get off work, tired and a little annoyed, and found his 5-year-old son leaning against the door, waiting for him. "Dad, can I ask you a question?" "What question?" "Dad, how much money can you make in an hour?" "This has nothing to do with you, why do you ask this question?" the father said angrily. "I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you make per hour?" the child begged. "If you must know, I make 20 US dollars an hour." "Oh." The child lowered his head and then said, "Dad, can you lend me 10 US dollars?" The father got angry: "If you ask this question, it's just If you want to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, go back to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are so selfish. I work long hours every day and have no time to play childish games with you. . ”

The child went back to his room quietly and closed the door.

The father sat down and was still angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that he might be too cruel to the child - maybe the child really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money. The father walked into the child's room: "Have you slept, child?" "Dad, not yet, I'm still awake." The child replied. "I may have been too cruel to you just now," the father said, "I burst out with all my anger today - here is the 10 dollars you want."

"Dad, thank you.

"The child shouted happily and took out some crumpled bills from under the pillow and counted them slowly. "Why do you still need money when you already have money? "My father said angrily. "Because it was not enough before, but I am enough now. The child replied, "Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy an hour of your time?" Please come home early tomorrow - I want to have dinner with you. "Share this story with the people you love, but more importantly share this $20 worth of time with the people you love - this is just a reminder to those who work hard that we should not fail to spend a little time with those who care. We, care about our people and let time slip through our fingers

7. Heart Spring Dingdong

Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which can wash your soul and nourish you. It is only because of the complexity of daily life that the beautiful sound of her ring is obscured and her clarity is obscured.

When the night is quiet, the sound of nature is silent. Only at this moment can you let go. Remove the heavy mask and take a true look at yourself. In the depths of life, you can finally hear a leisurely cry. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty, like the gentle rain and the spring breeze, slow and meaningful. .

When the moon disappears and the stars appear, it is only at this time that you can face your naked conscience and step out of the box of the world. At the height of your soul, you will finally feel a wave of inevitability. Rhythm. This is a true, kind and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.

Whenever you are traveling against the wind, you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one journey after another. As soon as you go, your heart will suddenly surge... Finally, you realize: life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean to kill success! Are you in pain and want to live?

The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So when you are proud, think more about it, as long as you don’t betray the original intention of beauty; when you are embarrassed and frustrated, be more hopeful, as long as you don’t lie to yourself. The bitter dream!

Use the heart spring to extinguish the burning jealousy, and use the heart spring to wash away the dusty vanity, and life will be infinitely relaxed. The whispering heart spring clearly tells you: the human heart is not you. Life is not as bleak and heavy as you imagined, but life is not as bleak and heavy as you make it out to be!

Stay away from the despicable strife, avoid worldly disputes, get close to Ding Dong’s inner spring, and listen to Ding Dong’s inner spring... < /p>

Relive a beautiful mood; soothe a tired soul; look back on a lonely life.

Listen to the heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; listen to the heart and let the mind go deep. Life becomes more abundant and vivid.

8. Sad Butterflies

In July of this year, on my way to visit friends in the Qinling Mountains, I witnessed thousands of butterflies throwing themselves into the stream. The tragic and tragic scene of committing suicide was a thrilling scene: thousands of butterflies threw themselves into a clear stream in the Qinling Mountains like moths flying into the flames. The stream was colorfully stained by butterflies like rice paper, which was poignant and moving.

Faced with such a tragic scene, I was stunned. I was at a loss and my mind went blank.

This large-scale mass suicide of butterflies is undoubtedly a rare event in nature. A great tragedy, like a poignant and tragic oil painting, gives people strong shock and huge shock waves, making people unable to bear to watch but helpless, helpless and helpless.

In the summer of the Qinling Mountains, the dense mountain forests block out the sky and the sun, the grass is connected to the wild paths, and countless mountain flowers are dotted in the dense forests on the cliffs. The streams are gurgling, the mountain breeze is blowing, and the sunshine is sufficient, which is a perfect place for butterflies to live. An ideal kingdom for reproduction, the vast mountains nurture more than 100 kinds of butterflies like a mother. Among the queens, the first choice is of course the Qinling Papilion Butterfly. Its ink is dripping with blue, and its wingspan is more than 10 centimeters. It is like a phoenix in a butterfly, captivating the country and the city, and its magnificence is unparalleled. These butterflies were once more beautiful than nature, they also captivated the entire Qinling Mountains, and they even pleased humans who are the spirits of all things. They are the peerless beauties who have transformed into countless butterflies, the feathered flying stars, and the incomparably gorgeous rain of flowers. Their survival is a sight of nature and a blessing to mankind. They often land on flowers and often live in alertness. Who would have expected that these charming beauties would pounce on disillusionment at the most beautiful moment of life? ?

When I looked closer, half of the creek was covered with butterflies. Under the blue sky and under the creek, there were still large tracts of butterflies floating down. They might have hit the rocks and died. Or fall into the water and struggle.

Swarms of butterflies are like moths flying into the flames, flying like fallen leaves, like phoenixes setting themselves on fire, crashing towards the stream, showing the great calmness of a brave man, flying down like a waterfall, their bravery is also amazing, and their death It’s also deplorable!

Although the sky was full of butterflies, all of them were united in their efforts to die generously, one after another, but I couldn’t bear to watch any more, so I yelled and yelled at the groups of butterflies desperately, I even waved branches and jumped around to drive them away. No matter how anxious and desperate I was, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't drive them away or drive them away. I think these butterflies are determined to die, and it will be useless for any external force to stop them.

I saw a large dark blue butterfly fall from the air on the big stone by the stream. It fluttered its wings, rolled under the stone, and then fluttered its wings and fell into the stream, like a butterfly. The dripping water entered the colorful stream formed by butterflies and drifted away with the water.

The hundred-meter-long stream is half butterfly and half stream. Butterflies cannot cry but rely on the sound of streams to replace them; butterflies cannot sing sadly but rely on the sound of pine waves to replace them. At this time, the sun is already dusk, the mountains are like the sea, the setting sun is like blood, the streams are like flowers, and the sound of the water is like weeping.

Seeing this tragic and tragic scene can easily remind people of the rebirth of the phoenix, the burial of Daiyu, the martyrs in the Twenty-Four Histories, the eight women who threw themselves into the river, or the love stories of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. .

Listen again. Look again. The sound of water is bloody. The sound of birds is bloody. The wind was bloody. Flowers and grass are bloody. The mountains are bloody. The wild forest is bloody. Everything is shrouded in bloody dusk.

Why do these angelic spirits, flying flowers in nature, and flower souls in the Qinling Mountains destroy their beautiful lives for others to see? Is it because these beautiful lives do not reject tragedy that they become tragic? Is it because tragedy destroys these beautiful lives that they become tragic?

The Qinling Mountains are speechless, and the sunset is speechless. The stream is speechless.

There are more and more chimneys under the mountain and they are silent.

A poet once said: "Every butterfly is a flower soul from the past, coming back to find itself." So, are the mountains of wild flowers left by the sky a butterfly transformed into a soul?

If one day, even the flower soul of nature is gone, then where will the butterflies be found, and where will the flowers be found?