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We're still looking.
Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. ”
Cangshan was speechless and didn't ask about the time. I was born to seek, to find the home of that spirit. I know that an ideal city has traveled through time and is whispering to me, and I am standing at a dazed crossing.
Where is it headed? "I looked for a place where the sound came from. Where is it headed?
It sounded again, heavy, pervasive like a cold wind, and made my delicate body tremble.
I'm looking. I told it. It led me to meet you on the path I was looking for, those lonely souls buried under the mud of history. I know you're also seeking, looking for the home of the spirit.
That amorous time, please cross me, cross me to the yellowing spring and autumn. Confucius, on a dusty path, I saw you. At the age of sixty-three, you're still thin, and nine years of traveling around the world have exhausted your efforts, but you haven't been able to make a name for yourself.
Angry and forgetful of eating, happy to die, not knowing that old age is coming. You describe yourself with a smile. Even though the dust has changed your face, I know you've been looking for it all your life.
The ideal of "benevolent government" has been turned into sand in the crushing of the wheels of nine years, and you persist and search, so future generations, together with your Confucianism, remember your figure in the ancient road of the slanting sun.
That amorous time, please ferry me, ferry me to the distant Tang Dynasty. Du Fu, in that quiet and dilapidated thatched hall, I found you. Hardship and bitterness stained your temples like frost, and the continuous war and the embarrassment of life finally dragged the footprints of your life's search, but could not cover your blazing eyes.
There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy. "I understand why those vicissitudes of tears are only looking at the peach blossom source in your dreams. The result of the search is the ruin of the country, and I see that you are tired.
The red maples fell like tears, staining the water of the moat red.
That amorous time, please cross me, cross me to the gloomy late Qing Dynasty. Wang Guowei, look at the lotus flowers in the pond of Tsinghua Garden, how gorgeous they bloom under the nourishment of your life. They say that your self-sinking "is a martyrdom, a corpse", and you have already said that
In the past fifty years, there is only one death, and when this happens, there is no more shame! "How do they know that you are not martyred by the Qing Dynasty but by the Qing culture. You are born for academics, you are pursuing a lifetime of academics, and finally you are dying for academics!
The Northern Expeditionary Army is like a bamboo in the "Drum Horn of All Directions", and you seem to see your ideals uprooted along with the symbol of the old Qing Dynasty. "Life and death are empty, and the country is paid by the east wind. "I stared at a pool of clear water in Kunming Lake, and I wanted to ask, Elder Wang, have you ever found the spiritual homeland?
I was still standing at the dazed crossing, and I saw people hurrying by. They're all looking for. Their destinations may be different, whether it is happiness, love, family, wealth, but I know that everything will eventually belong to their spiritual homeland.
Then I understood why it made me see that you are alone in your pursuit of the destiny of your life, and that your soul returns in search of it, and thus becomes immortal. We're still looking. However, even if we find only a handful of dust from our spiritual homeland, it will consume our whole lives.
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It's a very good topic to write, oh, life is a journey!
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[Internet Synthesis - Lyrical Essay on the Topic of Me: Searching, Passing Figure].
I always suspect that the past years are filled with sorrow, looking at the blue sky outside the window, it seems to be far, far away from me......
I live an ordinary life as before, I don't pursue anything, and I never dream of anything. Because, it's all far, far away from me......
The age of indulgence is gone with the rings of time, and it seems to have become a last century thing. Recalling the past, there is only infinite desolation and emotion!
In order to make himself happy, therefore, the only remaining memories have passed away quietly, and all that remains, there is only the empty self, facing the cold four walls, looking up at the sky outside the window, contemplating ......
I don't know when the smile began to wander. The past years are reluctant to pass day and night, and I, like a lost person, do not know that my "yesterday" has been in vain, only know that I am stupidly looking for it, waiting hard!
Searching, searching all the way, finally, finally tired, lay down to rest, but in the face of this painful decision in front of me, I fell into distress again. I don't know whether to keep chasing or give up, I'm afraid that Shakespeare's tragedy will happen again, I'm afraid that my previous efforts will be in vain, I'm afraid of ......
Finally, I gave in, and I surrendered to this time. Today, I no longer have the leisure and leisure of the past, and I no longer have the pride and ambition of the past. Lonely me, I can only yell at the empty mountain, hoping to find the lost figure, but the reality is so cruel!
I longed for a new life, because a new life can change me in reality, let me go back to the past, I hate the current me, and I hate the so-called "feminine beauty" that I have now. Now I am so cowardly and cowardly.
I always complain about God's injustice, but God knows, it was caused by myself. "Complaining" has become a part of my life, and I don't know when the life I have dreamed of will come!
Sometimes, I feel that I am very selfish, and I always pin my hopes on the future, but I never know that I want to strive to pursue it, and let myself become the master of life, really, I feel that I am stupid, and I am the kind of stupid who can't be stupid anymore!
Forever romantic.
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Khan has to write it yourself, it's your own thing.
Q: Where is the canal as clear as promised? Only the source of living water comes.
Don't just write about appearances, but look at the actual effects.
First of all, the word listening, which can be named or moved, such as the title of "Listening to the Voice of Happiness", which defines it as a verb, so as long as you grasp the process of listening to describe it, it will not be off topic at all. The title of this moving-object structure focuses on the action, and must not describe how to be happy. Hope my answer can help you.