Excerpts from long-awaited quotations

● Breathing in the haze

I long for happiness, but reality tells me that the source is far away

rationality, and after all, dragging my tangled tail

paralyzes the brain center

leads to engine failure and local exhaustion

I really want to give my psychological index a hundred points

but I find that confusion and self-worry are linked. It's a mess

The expectation in my heart is only for one thing, waiting for me to go out

I don't complain about life, giving too much pressure

I just pray that Yifan will follow the wind and make the rudder

sail towards a happy road in the sea of clouds

Even if it is floating, even if it is desolate in the sand

Let yourself breathe

. So it won't disappear instantly in this world

I'm just looking for a fresh atmosphere to breathe

to make the blood circulation smoother

When the time comes, it will be full of vitality

● we moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet.

the long-awaited encyclopedia of life began, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.

...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.

each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life. -Pipa Trip

yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

● Silence is a silent scar; Always if there is nothing, it gives people a lot of worries.

Silence is a kind of heart death without me; Always when you are half asleep, it gives people a long-awaited call.

Silence is a silent joke; Always in the ups and downs, give people a thousand words.

silence is a nameless sorrow; Always when there are a sea of people, it gives people a lot of trouble.

____ The 186th day after your return

● My brother is not in Zhongnanhai

Why bother to hold back the turtle

My sister is not at the king's side

Why wait like a snail

Why don't you show up

If you can't get out of the dragon's chariot, please

It won't be dark

. Shame

Don't be autistic when you are born with beauty

Royal clothes should be displayed

How can you stand on high?

Even after a hundred years, it will be given to the invisible people in WeChat group

● If life is just like the first time, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar. Therefore, it's best not to mention the first time people meet. People pretend to be garlic when they meet, but they can't help but mention that people don't see each other when they meet. When I dispersed, I remembered the first meeting, half sad and half chilling, half sad and half chilling at the end of the song. I can't call it out for a long time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan!

I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River, where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.

I, the host, had dismounted, my guest had boarded his boat, and we raised our cups and wished to drink-but, alas, there was no music. For all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other, when the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon.

we had heard a sudden sound, a guitar across the water, host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way. We followed where the melody led and asked the player's name The sound broke off...then reluctantly she answered.

we moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us, summoned more wine and lanterns to recommence our banquet. Yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.

...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played. Each string a meditation, each note a deep thought, as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life.

she knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music, little by little letting her heart share everything with ours. She brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them, first the air of The Rainbow Skirt, then The Six Little Ones.

the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret. Hummed, whispered-and then were intermingled, like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Guan Yingying speaks with a slippery bottom, we heard a brook bitterly sob along a bank of sand. By the checking of its cold touch, the very string seemed broken, let's never take a break.

into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound. A silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water, and out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote.

and, before she laid her pick down, she ended with one stroke, and all four strings made one sound, as of rending silk. There was quiet in the east boat and quiet in the west, and we saw the white autumnal moon enter the river's heart.

sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten,

yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us;

she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them,

still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.

● Give me an envelope that says: Time flies, dying of the light. Give me two words. I don't want to know what it means to give me countless setbacks. I don't complain. I just accept and don't blame others. It's just a dull time. From injury, the sky is watching people look up. There are gods.

yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us

● The farthest home-people say that the sunset is the end of the world, and they look at the end of the world without home.

People who shed the most tears.

yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, the most shy and difficult person to invite, still holds the lute and hides his face;

The loneliest person-a little boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold river snow;

The most courageous person-the mountain dancing silver snake, originally like wax, wants to compete with God.

The most domineering person-go to Quantai to recruit the old department and behead Yamaraja with a banner of 1,;

the most domineering flower-if I am the Qing emperor in the next year, I will report it to the peach blossom;

The most fragrant flower-He Suoju in the cold of March 9th, the fragrance floats beyond the sky!

● Love is really strange. Either you don't come, or you won't come out after a long time. But when it came, it was overwhelming, and all the reserved and formulated standards were forgotten, so it jumped in like a moth. -Liu Xiahua

● Don't lament, Wan Li is full of rivers, full of ambition and surging into the sky. The wind in willow, the long-awaited Loulan, lie down and taste the courage, and play the flute sadly. Where is the dreamy world, where the moon dances and the mountains are breezy. The reflection of herbal tea, covered by snow and snow that year, turned the cliff and promontory wasteland white. Who's watching? The beautiful scenery of Fiona Fang, in the south of the Yangtze River. Northern Xinjiang is exceptionally magnificent, stretching for thousands of miles without distinguishing colors. White horses are whistling at their posts, and they are only frivolous, and they are surprised that Shan Ying is flying. The ethereal echoes, stretching for a long time, locked in the heart. Looking back, how many luxuries are sighing, an empty meditation dream string, tragic, angry and happy, outrageous, convulsions, tidal waves, a bunch of fresh air, like a wisp of fragrant soul winding around the plum rain, messed up the heart lake, messed up the human style, messed up for a long time, messed up the clouds and the snow. Dream of an old friend, move troops back to the DPRK, carve stone walls, and reminisce about the past in Si Qi, like burning in Japan and China.

the mountains are empty, alone, with one person in the mountains, one person floating in the snow in Wan Li, and one person talking sadly. I have no intention to look around the cliff. Who knows that my dream of one person will not be returned, and I will wander among the mountains and snow rocks, becoming a realistic solitary flying goose-"Seaweed"

● yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar.

...She turned the tuning-pegs and tested several strings, we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played. -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

● In fact, the winter guy has admired Miss Yu Chun for a long time and is waiting for an encounter with her every year. Yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar. The spring girl came leisurely, with a little warmth, but a little cold. They came face to face, looked at each other, longed, smiled, lost and walked by. They can't stay. Time doesn't allow them to stay. In this way, the encounter is over.

● In the Year of the Monkey, when the Great Sage came, it was a bumpy dream for generations.

Impermanence robbed the world, and I ventured across the world alone.

After 19 years of hard work, I won the classic Monkey King.

I couldn't say it, but I couldn't talk about it, and I was drunk with a cup of desolation.

But now everyone is unhappy, only a little bit,

I waved it.

the monkey sun would rather be replaced than the monkey king.

The monkey opera has been sung for ages, which should last forever in history.

If you abuse and abolish the people of Duke Zhou's rites and music at will, it's no different from Shanhai Manfu!

a westward journey stirred up Kun, and it was called into the quagmire.

sixty years old and re-published, the past is unbearable and sad.

The tide rises and falls on the Southern Monkey King, and he goes back to his father's footsteps.

I will never forget this spring night, and flowers will bloom everywhere every year. Wanshui Qian Shan travels around the classic quotations

Wanshui Qian Shan travels around the classic quotations

1. After noon, the rain outside the window fell like an appointment. The distant green hills are as eternal as the misty rain, and it is cold to see all the sorrows and joys in this old city.

second, I can't stand men crying. Their tears are different from those of women.

Third, Saturday's open-air market in Rio Pomba is really one of the few remaining surprises in the world. Ten thousand pure-blooded Indians came running, and in nine separate big squares, all kinds of goods were piled up richly, and the transactions between them were more lively and prosperous than anyone else. The sewing machine is now making clothes in the open air. The woman who sells sheep buys a piece of material and sews a long skirt to wear home. I hope this market will always hide in the corner of the world and tourists will never know.

fourth, under the extreme beauty, I have no other idea, just want to die and make this moment eternal.

five, there are only a few kinds of happiness in the world, but thousands of tears have thousands of different kinds of pain. The tears that can't be opened can only be solved by time.

6. The buses called Jade Birds pass by slowly, but happiness is always on and flowing by. People in the square, including me, can't get on this street car.

7. Years can flow quietly and simply, but the sun still rises.

8. I, looking up at the rosy clouds and the sky is silent.

9. Most people are just passers-by when they meet on the journey, and they are not sincere psychologically. Talk about it, say goodbye when the plane arrives, and it's just a formality to meet you.

1. I hope you will give me back the half I lost, so that we can kneel in front of you all our lives until we become a pair of stone statues. It is also happy!

Xi. Sleeping in the pasture, you are you and I am me, which are irrelevant. Unless I fall off my horse and lie on this land from now on, don't disturb my calm heart!

12. And my distance is so far away from them. These things are not the purpose of my visit. I'm here to live.

thirteen, if you are holding your own soil in your hand, you can see the green grass growing slowly in the clear sky and the breeze, and you are calculating the harvest for one year. That down-to-earth mood is the best answer for the rest of your life.

14th, nothing is in your own hands, so let them go with the wind.

XV. Do you believe that people have past lives and afterlives? I have known you, not in this life.

XVI. Who am I? I asked my parents this question, but they just laughed without saying a word. I thought about the future < P > 17. I don't ask other people's stories unless she wants to.

18. The husband's hand is always on his wife's shoulder. The wife, with the other hand around her husband's waist, and the two of them are also eternal husband and wife before the Virgin. I bowed my head and wiped away my tears. I hope you will give me back the half I lost, so that we can kneel before you all our lives until we become a pair of stone statues. It is also happy!

19. Believe in God's will, nothing that happens in this world is accidental, and all this will have an explanation one day

2. Who likes to be a forever wandering traveler? If one day I hold my own soil in my hand, see the green grass growing slowly in the clear sky and breeze, and calculate the harvest of a year, that down-to-earth mood will be the best answer for me for the rest of my life.

a brief introduction to Wanshui Qian Shan

The book "Wanshui Qian Shan Travel" was published by Beijing Publishing House Publishing Group and Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House on July 1st, 2xx by San Mao. Sanmao's life is short, but his experience is extraordinary. When Sanmao was twenty years old, she was once autistic and rebellious when she dropped out of school. After studying in Spain, Germany and the United States, she gradually grew into an independent and confident youth. In 1974, San Mao and Jose got married in the Sahara desert and started a family from scratch, and her literary creation career began. After moving to the Canary Islands, Sanmao's life gradually settled down, and her creation reached its peak. In 1979, Jose died unexpectedly, and Sanmao's mind was greatly traumatized, and his life fell into a trough. After returning to Taiwan, Sanmao left again and traveled to Central and South America to start a new life. Excerpts from sentences describing the truth

Why do we have to pay tribute to our appearance and why does everyone care about the obituaries in newspapers and periodicals? This is the reason. It's better to know than to be ignorant, but it's better to know that others are far better than to know that you are yourself. Once you become a dead person, how are you. It has nothing to do with yourself. You can do whatever you like, and the dead won't care anyway. Living people are bound by behavior habits and insurance plans, and of course they care. You see, that's the difference: my business can only go on because someone cares. The living are cautious and always concerned; The deceased was careless or indifferent. Anyway, they don't care. That's the truth: it seems unremarkable, but it's true. -Thomas Lynch's Notes on the Funeral Parlour

The style reflects the person, which is absolutely true-chesterfield

"That will only make things more and more difficult. It doesn't make any sense to always think about what happened afterwards. It's not a good method at all. I really don't see the point of doing that. "So, what's the point of your practice? "I can't answer at the moment. I should have thought about this question long ago, but I haven't got the answer until now. What's the point of my approach? It doesn't make any sense My solution never made any sense. I just keep putting things off, and then I screw them all up. No one told me this, but I understood it myself. However, when encountering some problems, this is also the most efficient and even the only way. This is an absolute fact. "The person who says those superficial things are meaningless is yourself"

Throughout the second half of the 19th century in France, there was a popular slang saying that you are as stupid as a painter. It's true that painters who only record what they see are stupid. -Marcel Duchamp

What is Buddhism? It is the Buddha who told us the truth of life in the universe after he was fully awakened, and also told us all the problems existing in human body and mind and the ways to solve them. All these truths and methods are Buddhism. Know these truths, master these methods, and then use your body and mind as a laboratory to practice and verify Buddhism in person. Through long-term repeated fumigation, you can free yourself from troubles, confusion and pain. This is learning Buddha. Learning Buddhism can completely solve all the troubles and pains of the mind. When the mind changes, the external world and its own destiny will also change. This is an absolute fact and a practical way out. Anyone who is willing can do it well in person.

Your life is here, I think. Got it. No, you don't understand. You don't understand what you really lost. Because it is difficult for me to understand the value of what I have now. Some are taken for granted, while others are neglected.