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Whole sentence: "The only thing I know is that I will walk in stride, or go straight, or stumble, or stumble, or step by step, or watch from the sidelines, but in the end, I will still walk forward step by step." ”
Digest: It has been half a month since I got this Zhang Xiaofeng's "Half Game", starting with "Xiaofeng's Biography", writing about my many years of writing career, teaching career, and career planning, which makes me very realizable: "My profession is teaching, I don't plan to write as a job, and I imagine that if I go to cook words in order to cure hunger, it is really miserable."
I have also taught general education fundamentals at unknown universities and Chinese at well-known universities. It's just that I don't have the talent to let my life fly with words.
I also like this sentence in "Little Biography": "The only thing I know is that I will stride forward, or go straight, or stumble, or stumble, or step by step, or wait and see, but in the end, I will still walk forward step by step." ”
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Yuhe - Zhang Xiaofeng.
Once, walking through the lotus pond in the rain, a pond of green clouds stretched, and a half-opened red lotus stood out in the middle.
I was stunned for a while, it seemed that I couldn't open, I wanted to be silent, I would be red but not red, and I would wait for a red lotus that was not fragrant!
The rain in the sky was indifferent and indifferent, and there was such a red lotus in the unreachable gray! Like a fire about to be ignited, like a can of color that is about to be poured out! I stood by the pool, and although I didn't want to catch the moon, I almost missed my footing.
Isn't life like a rain? You've jumped in ignorance, you've been obsessively groaning in it, but more often than not, you've had to endure the cold and the wet, the helplessness and the loneliness, and live with the illusion of a sunny day.
However, look at the lotus flower, how self-absorbed and selfless in the rain, when there is no sunshine, it is the sunshine itself. When there is no joy, it is joy in itself! What a perfect self-sufficient world is in a lotus plant!
A pool of green, a pool of silent songs, on the side of the road in the countryside How can there be truth only in philosophy books? Is it only in the research institute that the answer is there? A simple rain lotus can paint how many goodness beyond the image, and how many centuries of pride have been supported by a slim green leaf!
If there is a lotus in the pond, if there is a lotus in the heart, then what is the trouble of the long rainy season?
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It's okay to see each other.
Don't come to Chang Sijun.
Really, sometimes people can be so faint that they haven't seen each other for ten years, and they can be so faint that they can be relatively silent for ten years, even if they respond to each other, they can be so faint that there is nothing to call a thing, and it is strange that they are so indifferent, but they can be friends who know each other and are reluctant to live and die.
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Sent. Satisfied.
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