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1. Excerpt from Shi Tiesheng's "Me and the Altar of Earth":

For the first few years after my legs were crippled, I couldn't find a job, I couldn't find a way out, and suddenly I couldn't find anything, so I rocked my wheelchair and went to it, just because it was an escape from one world to another.

I wrote in that **:"With nowhere else to go, I spent all day in this garden. It's the same as going to and from work, so I take my wheelchair here when others go to work.

The garden was left unattended, and some people who took shortcuts passed through the garden during commuting hours, and the garden was lively for a while, and then fell silent. "

The garden wall cut a shade diagonally in the golden air, and I drove my wheelchair in, put the back of the chair down, sat or lay down, read a book or think about things, pouted a branch and slapped it left and right, to drive away the little insects who, like me, did not understand why they had come to this world. "

The bee stopped steadily in mid-air like a small mist; The ant shook its head and stroked its tentacles, suddenly thought through something, turned and hurried away; The ladybug crawled impatiently, and when it was tired of praying, it spread its wings and flickered into the air; There is a cicada on the trunk, lonely as an empty house; The dew rolled and gathered on the blades of grass, bending the blades of grass and slamming them apart with a thousand golden rays. "

The garden is full of the sound of plants and trees competing to grow, and the squirming is not stopping for a moment. "These are true records, and the garden is barren but not decaying.

2. Excerpt from Shi Tiesheng's "Acacia Tree":

It is also possible to correspond to the four seasons in the form of art, so that spring is a painting, summer is a long form**, autumn is a short song or poem, and winter is a group of sculptures. What about dreams? What about the four seasons in dreams?

Spring is a cry on the tip of a tree, summer is a drizzle in a shout, autumn is a land in a drizzle, and winter is a lonely pipe on a clean earth.

Because of this garden, I am always grateful for my fate.

I can even see clearly how I will miss it if one day I have to leave it for a long time, how I will miss it and dream about it, how I will not dream of it because I dare not miss it.

Shi Tiesheng's "Me and the Altar of Earth", Fu Fei's "Your Body is the Container of Time", Dongshan Kaiyi's "A Leaf", "Listening to the Spring", Ye Xin's "Wisteria", and Bi Shumin's "No Little Grass, Shame on Yourself".

Some people often say, "Come, let's talk about life", maybe that's just the beginning of the topic, but have you ever calmed down and thought about what life is?

Everyone must have wondered, where did they come from? Where are you going? Sometimes I feel that I am not a person in this world, and everything is so unrealistic. It's just that sometimes we lack a heart to see our own lives.

This is a paradoxical problem: there is an end, but that is only a limitation of the body, and it does not mean that the soul will not be delayed; No, but a person only has one life, even if he can continue his soul to the next life, but he will not have the memory of his present.

This question is also incomprehensible, but what is life like in your hearts?

Life is a cup of bittersweet coffee, God has closed a door for you, and will definitely open another window for you, but that is also what you have to fight for, pie will not fall from the sky, and no one will put a free opportunity in front of you because of sympathy for you.

Life is a cloudy and unchanging weather, sometimes sunny, sometimes gloomy, but never one side of the side, no one will live in the light all their lives, and no one will live in the dark all their lives, sometimes, be cheerful, don't think about things so badly.

Life is a gamble that can't be turned back, win, stand on a high place, lose, be buried in the ground, don't treat anything with a fluke mentality, not everything is successful, everyone is lucky, without the most basic knowledge, how can you be qualified to say "no"?

Life is also a one-time trip, no one can look back, for their own loss of the future, to have a full plan, can not be confused wandering, no goal of life, like a nonsensical fly. In fact, the biggest thing in the world is not the eye, but the heart, the eye can not be not, but the heart must not be confused.

The darkness is terrible, but if there is no light in the heart, it is even more terrifying.