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The Dream of a River

I have been growing up in an environment of being pampered and protected. My parents worked hard to keep the war and displacement out of the door, and tried their best to give me a warm childhood, so that I could happily read, draw, and do everything I loved. Even at my

wedding, my father came specially and personally took me through the long red carpet in the old church in Brussels and handed me over

husband. And he also understood my father's heart, so he took over the responsibility of continuing to love and protect me.

It was a May day, and the trees outside the church were full of flowers. He gave me a handful of fragrant, soft and quaint freesias. I will never forget them

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Therefore, my poem is about understanding an unsolvable mystery between our friends. Someone said: How could you write such a poem? Or: How could you write a poem like this? Some good friends even said, "How can you write such a poem?"

Why not? I have always believed that there should be such a kind of love in the world: absolute tolerance, absolute sincerity, absolute no resentment, and absolute beauty. If I can enjoy such love, then let my poetry be its proof. If you really can't find such love in the world, then let it exist in my poems and my heart forever.

Therefore, I have never liked to explain anything about writing poetry. I just feel that if I have a chaotic and tiring day

at night, I would like to sit down quietly and write something new or read through what I have written before

< p>, with a few records and a few pieces of manuscript paper, you can spend a very comfortable night. The night in the countryside is humid and warm, and osmanthus

and jasmine bloom in all seasons on the porch. I will never forget that moment.

If painting, which I officially entered the art department at the age of fourteen, is a kind of work that I have devoted my life to, then

then, I have been writing in my diary since I was thirteen. I started writing poetry as a way to escape. I love both very much. However,

However, for the former, I have always actively pursued it, passionately and seriously exploring a higher and deeper realm. For the latter, I have never made any deliberate efforts. I just waited quietly, under the lamp, in the fragrant night, waiting for it to come. In my heart.

Therefore, these poems have always been written for myself, and it is because of them that I can see myself. Knowing that you are

at the most beautiful moment in your life, all the complicated petals are unfolding layer by layer, and all the flowers are as sweet as honey and as astringent as yellow

Feelings are interwoven into my being. The years flow quietly like a twisting and shining river. Tonight, I am deeply saddened by the me who was twenty years ago. And when I look back twenty years from now, I will definitely be heartbroken by the me at this moment. And heartbroken.

My Mongolian name is Mulun, which means big river. I like this name very much. If all time

is really like a river, then let The poems of these years have become the dream of a river.

Thanks to all my friends who made it possible for my poems to be published in a book. Please accept my sincerest thanks. And Xiaofeng was still willing to write the preface for me under such busy circumstances. After such a deep conversation late at night, I had more than respect for her.

Written in the rainy Shimen countryside in June 1981

Xi Murong

Additional comments from the respondent 2010-01-30 15:16 Me and Shu Ji Xianlin

There are people in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, who love books as much as their lives. I would like to join this ranks.

Books can give people knowledge, wisdom, happiness and hope. But it can also bring trouble and disaster to people. During the era of the "Great Cultural Revolution", I was criticized for collecting ancient books from overseas. During the 1976 earthquake, someone also warned me that I was sitting in a bookstore and if something happened at night, the bookstore would block my way out.

The criticism has become a thing of the past for me, and that eventuality has not happened. I am "unrepentant" and my love for books remains the same. So far, my book collection has grown to fill several houses. In addition to buying them myself, more and more books are given away. I can't tell you exactly how many books I have. In comparison, it's probably quite a lot. A master worker engaged in seismic reinforcement once said to me many times: He has never seen so many books before. The school leaders have taken extra care of me, and now I have several real study rooms. The trinity of bedroom, study room, and reception room, the kind of peach blossom garden situation where "it is extremely narrow at first, but only the talented people can get through" has become History is lost.

Some young people saw my book and asked me with wide-eyed surprise: "Have you read all these books?" I frankly admit that I have only read very few of them. . "So, why do you need so many books?" This is indeed a difficult question to answer. I have never studied the psychology of book collecting, so I can’t explain it clearly in just a few words.

I believe that those who love books as much as their lives, both at home and abroad, may not always be able to explain it clearly. Even if I were to name the reasons, they would probably be varied.

To truly conduct scientific research, my own book is far from enough. Maybe I'm in a weird business. I have yet to find any library in the country that meets, even minimally, my needs. Some topics sometimes cannot be progressed due to lack of books, so they have to be shelved. There are many such stranded manuscripts accumulated in my drawer. I sometimes joke to my friends: "In our industry, it is even more difficult to have a satisfactory library than to engage in the four modernizations. When the national income quadruples, we may not really be able to turn around." This decision This is not a sensational statement, it is just the fact. There are many people across the country who have similar difficulties as I do in this line of work. This is all due to our poor foundation in the past. Although we have done a lot of work after liberation, it is difficult to recover for a while. Now I can only place my hope in the future and appeal to my colleagues. We all work together, and over time, we will one day completely change the current situation. The ancients said: "Forefathers planted trees, and future generations enjoy the shade." Let us all be tree planters.

Morning of July 8, 1985 Simplicity and Complexity The world is actually very simple, but people's hearts are very complicated. In fact, people's hearts are also very simple, but the distribution of interests is very complicated. There is a pile of apples on the table. People don't care how many apples there are in the pile, but they care about how many are in their hands. There is a lot of things to do in the unit, and people don't care about how many things there are, but they care about how much more they have done. The relationship between people is very simple. Because the distribution of interests is very complicated, there is intrigue and intrigue. The complicated world is actually very simple. Because human beings are very complicated, there are books, swords, grievances, separations, reunions and separations. It is as simple as a few lines in a long scroll, with a sparse and clear quality; it is a thin moon in the artistic conception of life, with a cool and cool tranquility. The complexity of life is the ink splashed on the rice paper of life, exaggerating the city and sophistication; it is the babbling huqin playing in the depths of life, which cannot get rid of the noise and confusion. The great beauty of heaven and earth is found in simplicity; the great fatigue of life is hidden in complexity. If there is always great interest in life, it must be that life is very simple; if there is always great joy in life, it must be pure and uncomplicated. When people are simple, there are only a few happy people; when they are complex, there are many people who are miserable. The problem this reflects is that for more people, it is not easy to live a simple life, but it is easy to live a complex life. This world is filled with the adjustment and distribution of interests every day. People are controlled and manipulated by various complex things every day. Technology has developed so far that we can do almost everything with it. For example, we can accurately land on the moon, and we can accurately predict the weather for a week, but we have no way of knowing how we will feel at the next moment. In the final analysis, technology controls objectivity and rationality; but humans are subjective and perceptual animals. Subjectivity and sensibility are the hardest to grasp and control. At first glance, it seems very simple. A century-old well is deep and clear, and you can see to the end. However, this ancient well itself is not simple. So do people. Sometimes, a person can see to the end at a glance, not because he is too simple or not profound enough, but because he is too pure. A person's purest nature is originally a kind of soul-stirring profundity. Such simplicity is admirable. Some people are shrouded in mist, which makes them seem very complicated and profound. In fact, this depth is the depth of the city, not the depth of the soul. This kind of complexity is a sinister intersection rather than a superposition of graceful wisdom. Life, in the end, is so simple that it only consists of two words: life and death. However, due to the ups and downs and the ups and downs of the world, the simple process becomes ups and downs and complicated. Simplicity is the gesture left by life to this world; complexity is the desolate dream that life can never salvage. I only found these, but it is difficult to find.

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