Ask for a thick and light essay 800 words

A faint blue cloud floated in the sky, and in an instant, it would become a thick ink cloud. A cup of strong coffee, but its predecessor is a light water. Life is like a cloud, a glass of water, coming from the light, stepping into the intensity, but after all, it will return to the light.

Buddhism is advocated"The four big borrowings".I don't agree with such deliberate pursuits"Light".Life should be natural, but it is not inaction, and it is true that it is noble to see through the world, but this kind of realm of not knowing the fireworks of the world is not what mortals should bear.

Naturally, if you are mortal, you don't need to be pretentious.

Confucianism advocated non-action. But how could the old master have thought that it was he who advocated it"The mean", two thousand years later, almost ruined the Chinese nation. If the ancestors advocated yes"Soldiers"of"Take"with"Legalist"of"system"Perhaps today's Chinese can live a much more decent life.

Light"It doesn't mean"Not thick"."Light"can also be reflected"Thick".So let's mention Lei Feng again.

A lifetime of obscurity, but people can see his personality reflected in his life"Thick", an intense"Thick".Although he eventually returned to lightness, he kept a copy in people's hearts"Thick".

The world is inherently a unity of contradictions, and there is no such thing as an absolute. Fire and water can also blend, not to mention"Thick"with"Light".Life doesn't have to deliberately scum the rest of the calendar to pursue anything, nature is beauty.

The saint has the distress of the saint, the laity has the pleasure of destroying and searching people, the old woman wears heavy makeup, the girl is lightly smeared, the oil painting is strong, and the Chinese painting is quiet. Life is like a molecule of water, floating between shades and shades. In this world of thick and light, people can't stay in one place forever, so let's shuttle back and forth in it and experience the various states of life.

The beauty of light [by kaiser3344].

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses. How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. There is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to argue.

is a good song "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home", a hail of Tao Yuanming, who regards utilitarianism as dung, and a dull life.

I don't like the vigorous life, and I haven't done earth-shattering moves. Friends, in these turbulent years, I love a kind of blandness, because it is a kind of enjoyment.

Taste a cup of tea, turn a few pages of a book, and forget to eat whenever you have an idea, which is a kind of enjoyment.

Watching Li Qingzhao drink wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance in the sleeves, a poignant blandness, but it is a sigh of "the curtain rolls the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers", because she has an enviable first half of her life, and when she lives a dull life in the last years, she can't bear the loneliness.

Bland, it's a pleasure. The Peach Blossom Source is the highest realm of Tao Yuanming's plain imagination. There, people are old and young, and people enjoy the ordinary family fun.

Bland, it's a pleasure. Liu Yuxi "Bashan Chushui is desolate, and he has been abandoned for twenty-three years". Without fame and the favor of the emperor, I finally understood in the plain that "thousands of sails have passed on the side of the sinking boat, and ten thousand trees are spring in front of the sick tree". And did he realize the true meaning in the enjoyment of the ordinary?

Bland, it's a pleasure. Wu Jun told us in the book with Zhu Yuansi. He is a person who enjoys the ordinary, drifting from the flow in the Fuchun River, anything or anything.

Because he calmed down his enthusiasm for fame and fortune and gave up the responsibility of economic affairs, he lived a plain and chic life, and a kind of happiness and joy were overflowing.

Bland, it's a pleasure. Although Ouyang Xiu was belittled, he was happy with the people of Chu in his ordinary life, did not lament, did not lose heart, but enjoyed a kind of bland happiness, so he had "the drunkard's intention is not to drink, but to care about the mountains and rivers".

Bland, I'm a member of the universe, I don't like Jane's hail lights, fame and fortune. In the plain, you can read the hearts of the ancients; In the plain, you can observe the beauty of nature; In the plain, things can be understood; In the ordinary, you can be moved to enlightenment; In the ordinary, it can help the world; In the plain, it is possible to have many.

It's cold in the heights. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world. The ancients had the blandness of the ancients, and I also had mine.

Plain is life, plain is happy, happy is enjoyment. Although I am still young and do not understand Tao Yuanming's "true meaning", I want to let the noisy gears stop in my heart, and let the dull bring the joy of tranquility, which is a kind of life and a kind of enjoyment.

Enjoy the bland, enjoy the beauty of the bland.

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Isn't there a poem that heavy makeup is always appropriate?

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Fan. My gaze has been tied up in a blue umbrella for so long......

It was blue, as clear as the sky.

On those rainy days when I was a child, my mother always came to pick me up from school with a blue umbrella, and the top of my head was blue, and my shoulders were shrouded in blue, and there was a blue rainless sky as far as the eye could see.

Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, but I found that half of my mother's sky was a gloomy gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into my mother's gray sky, and my mother's shoulders were wet, and the hair on her forehead was also wet, and I was still in a blue and rainless sky.

Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I reminded, "no, the umbrella is not crooked." Mom gently, my gaze fell on the slanted handle of the umbrella, "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, there really is no ......."”

Later, when I grew up, I no longer asked my mother to pick me up on a rainy day, and the blue umbrella faded in the cabinet year after year, and I thought I had forgotten about it.

Maybe it's a coincidence, it's a rainy day, and it's the blue umbrella again, under the umbrella are my mother and me, and I'm almost as tall as my mother holding the umbrella.

My gaze fell so unconsciously on the handle of the umbrella, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child, my mother was shrouded in a blue, rainless sky. And my shoulders were wet, and my hair was wet.

The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me, "no, it's not crooked." "It's true, Yukai's umbrella is crooked," Mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked, no. There was a long silence under the umbrella, but when I looked back, I caught a glimpse of sparkling water across my mother's cheeks.

The faded umbrella reappeared as clear as the sky blue.

I finally understood that for so long, my mother has held up a rainless sky for me, and now, I want to give my mother a happy day, even if Meng Jiao said that whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs.

So my eyes were drawn to the blue umbrella, and I was the one who fought under the lamp late every night, and I was the one who shuttled to the make-up class site every weekend ......

All because of the slanted blue umbrella.

The blue, as clear as the sky, made me dare not look away, never dare to look away.

That's a touch of affection.