Beautiful and wonderful prose

As soon as the rain stopped at the beginning of midsummer, the moon behind the dark clouds released brighter and brighter moonlight. At night, staring at the night sky extends to an unknown distance, and clouds are layered and intertwined into beautiful patterns. People who go home are burdened with the fatigue of walking in the city filled with moisture. The lush green trees are also quietly gazing and meditating on the endless traffic. Far away, the misty sky is boundless, and only the stars scattered from the starting point light up the lights and light up the faint sadness between heaven and earth. People looking out of the window have picked up homesickness from a distance at the moment. The drizzle dripping on the ground once refracted the night sky into a small whole world, and filtered the noise of the city with oval water droplets.

Vaguely, ticking in the lonely noise, like humming a distant and desolate song. Like the sound of water falling on the ground, the prelude to the curtain of memory burst out in an instant. The memory of the rain in midsummer clearly swept into the heart of the repeated scenes of the old days.

The continuous drizzle in midsummer always causes faint sadness in the hearts of people who have left their homes.

On a drizzly day in my hometown in midsummer, the lotus blooms quietly in the lotus pond, and Gui Xiang floats in the market, just like in the prime of life. The rain is soft, like dew, and your toes are wet when you step on the water gently. Looking carefully, you can only smell the rustle of raindrops dripping on lotus leaves, umbrellas and eaves, but you can't guess the true trace of each drop. Everything exposed to the world on a drizzle day is as bright as a heart washed by tears and as pure as a teenager's innocent feelings.

The rain stopped quietly, just in the evening and the sun set. People trapped indoors by the rain began to wander around and enjoy themselves, with children playing and partners living together. The grass tip is green and the green leaves are fresh. The ground after the rain dispelled the summer heat, leaving only a faint fragrance of earth. After the rain, I feel comfortable. The children are still playing games that have been repeated for a long time, and the old people are still telling the extraordinary years when they recall the past. Groups of dragonflies are flying in the grass, and I don't know when the seven-color rainbow will rise in the sky.

The rain in midsummer seems to arouse the powerful tentacles of thought and pluck the strings of homesickness. Occasionally, the endless rain in Lingnan land secretly matches the original good time. Tonight, the sky is so high, the moon is so bright, and the stars are so bright, as if smiling deeply at the people who are looking up at them at the moment. In this broad and far-reaching vision, there are some thoughts about the early summer town, which will last for a long time.

One day, mountains and rivers flowed, and it was another thunderstorm. The wet fog fascinated my eyes and I remembered it.

You appear in a broken rainbow sound, the horse flies high, and the passionate roar echoes in the horizon. This is Zhong Ziqi's ostentation and extravagance. You don't know Boya has been treating you for thousands of years.

You know the strings of Boya, and you know why those unclear shallow songs become wandering crystals and fall into the dust. And you stand with Boya, eliminating Boya's long-standing sigh, listening to the rhythm of his caressing mountains and rivers, and echoing each other from afar has become eternal. Listen, Boya said, if I had been a monk in another life, I would have been a faint fragrant tea beside me. After listening to your caress and laughter, Boya, who is slightly ignorant in your eyes, is so delicate.

Boya also said that he remembered that his piano didn't respond. The turbidity of the world is the classics, and the clarity has long since disappeared. The sound of the piano is called a bosom friend by others, and your appearance has driven away the haze in his heart with a little light, so rare, so rare.

You can't get it, you can't get it, you have to leave Boya.

Who are you playing with?

You said goodbye to Boya. Boya's heart is dead There is no place to talk about sadness and hidden pain. He lives and walks in the heart of Boya. Without an outlet to vent, Boya's eyes wandered in the storm, making him unable to restrain his tears. The wailing became more and more fierce, and he couldn't hold back the smile that had stopped on the string. Boya became depressed, and a wisp of smoke rose with his son from the ancient cliff, taking away his soul.

He played the song "Mountains and Rivers" over and over again, leaving a deep red on his thin fingers. Then I got up, and the burnt shadow fell to the bottom of the cliff and went with you. He added: just, who will play the piano while you are away?

Thunderstorm, you have left, and no one listens to this song anymore.

You are Zhong Ziqi, and he is Yu Boya.

You have disappeared into the wind with a yellowed history book, and your symphonic piano has not left a residual string, but your story is still being sung with long tears, as if the sad and cheerful landscape is still singing day and night at the top of the cliff.

I firmly believe that one day, in the twilight, you will meet again in the old place, stand as always, bounce up mountains and rivers, see peony all over the world, and bloom in an instant.

Listen carefully, can mountains and rivers rise now?

I want to be happy when I leave. I remember we met on a rainy day. Later, we went through ups and downs together for two years. Do you know how happy I am these two years? Call you late every day and say you are sleepy. Remember when we went to the botanical garden together? We took photos there together and played games there. We are really happy. We don't need to worry about anything about you. I can live with you for anything. Baby, do you still remember the big playground in your school? You are tired of playing, and you say that you can't walk. I say that I am carrying you, running behind your back in that big playground, and taking a rest when I am tired. That feeling will never be forgotten. After 690 days together, you said you broke up, and I said why, but your family didn't agree. I really wanted to keep you at that time, but I really didn't keep your capital. Now my family is fighting for a building and a car. What about you? You know you want your child to have a good life, and it is right to keep up with others blindly, but do you know that she will be happy? Will he not be wronged? People have no money all their lives. Even if you have more money and no ambition, what can you do? In the end, you just eat empty mountains. I don't know what to say to those parents who only know how to compare. Do you think money is more important or children's happiness is more important? Will you stop comparing? Give children the right to choose happiness, okay? People are ugly, and people who don't have money are willing to spend money. Think about it. If he is rich but unwilling to spend money for your daughter, would you choose him? Life is so short that you can't spend the rest of your life with your children. It is her husband who spends the most time with your children. If you want to choose your own future happiness, do you think she will really enjoy it? If you are unhappy, you will ruin your children's happiness. Please really don't compare with others. People will not be poor forever. It is better to find a rich man than a self-motivated one.

Baby, if you leave, it will make you happy. I have no regrets. Really, thank you for giving me so many wonderful memories. In the past two years, I have been really happy and happy. Although you don't belong to me now, the memories you left me will always belong to me. You should take good care of yourself when I'm not around. Don't be so capricious. I know our fate together is over, but I still love you so much. You may be talking casually, but I remember my promise to you and I will do it. I will always be your shoulder. Come back when you are tired and wait for your balls forever. If you can't come back, you must be happy and don't let yourself be wronged, okay?

How to spend four years in college in the midsummer of life-the most precious time in life?

This is what national education requires of you. But it is more important to give full play to your initiative and freely design and develop yourself. A classmate wrote to me, saying that I was admitted to a university, with great hope. As a result, I felt that the teacher's class was not so good as soon as I started class, and I was dissatisfied with the teacher. I think in fact, every university has some poor teachers, and so does Peking University! It is impossible for all classes to be good. If the middle school teacher is not very good, it will affect your college entrance examination. But in college, the key is yourself, time belongs to you, space belongs to you, you can master yourself and learn by yourself. You don't have to rely only on teachers like middle school, you need to be independent and design yourself.

Then this leads to two questions: what is the university for? What task did you come to the university to accomplish? I remembered a very basic viewpoint of Zhou Zuoren: When a person grows up, everything goes with the flow. He said that a person's life is like four natural seasons: primary school and middle school are the spring of life; University is the summer of life, that is, the midsummer season; After graduation to middle age is the autumn of life; Old age is the winter of life. The seasons of life and nature are the same. Spring should do spring things, and summer should do summer things. The season of nature cannot be reversed, nor can the season of life be reversed. The problem now is that the seasons of life are reversed. I am often excited to see those old ladies dancing yangko in Beijing. Supposedly, they shouldn't dance yangko at this time, because they didn't dance yangko well when they were young, so they will dance yangko when they are old, and they are very devoted and crazy. I sometimes think that it's okay for me to talk crazy in my teens, but it's not right for me to talk crazy endlessly there, and it's not normal to jump around. It's crazy for the elderly now. On the contrary, teenagers are mature. This is a big problem. So I often say to the students of Peking University, "Why are you still angry at this time?" The season of life cannot be reversed. In my opinion, children are just playing, nothing else. It's ridiculous to let children save the country. First of all, it is dereliction of duty for adults, failing to govern the country well and letting children save the country; For children, it is ultra vires, because it is not his right or his business. But now this kind of life season reversal often happens in China.

What should college students do as young people? This reminds me of the welcome party held for us by the Chinese Department 48 years ago when I was a freshman at Peking University. Wen Xiaoyu, the teacher elder sister who was then the president of the student union and later became a famous writer, said a word:

"Congratulations on entering the university. To enter a university, you need three things: knowledge, friendship and love. " Love is something that can be met but not sought. Don't love for love's sake, even if you beg desperately. Nowadays, many young people are following the fashion, and it is not enough to seek love in order to follow the fashion. But don't let it go when you meet it. This is our experience and lesson.

I met a girl I like very much in college, actually in middle school, but I dare not. Besides, I was a bookworm at that time, knowing that I was absorbed in reading, but I didn't know that this was love. So don't give up when you meet real pure love in college. Knowledge, friendship and love are the three most beautiful things in life, and knowledge is beautiful! Friendship is beautiful! Love is beautiful! The friendship between students in college is the most precious, because it is super utilitarian and pure, and there is no fundamental conflict of interest between students.

To tell the truth, after entering the society, that kind of friendship has gone bad more or less, with more or less consideration of interests. You may not realize that we are all experienced people. Now our college classmates all like to get together, just to recall that innocent friendship. It is very valuable to have such friendship all your life.

So I say that college is the best season in life, because you are pursuing the three best things in life: knowledge, friendship and love. I remember the writer Chen Rong wrote a novel called Negative Decade. If ten or twenty years can be subtracted, at that time, I will wholeheartedly and confidently pursue knowledge, friendship and love with my classmates. Because this is the right of our young people!