Outside the window, the white clouds are leisurely, just like the ethereal thoughts, coming and going without direction or restraint. On the side of the window, my eyes drifted to the far direction with the clouds, without any hesitation. Some of them were the yearning overflowing from the bottom of my heart. How many people’s hopes are carried by the river of time, and how many natural miracles are created in the Big Sky. It becomes sunny after the rain, and the air becomes fresh. Looking far away, there is a green ocean looming between buildings. The flowers and plants in the distance will bloom to their fullest after yesterday’s rain, the attachment and love for life spread clearly in the air. A hint of faint scent blows to the nose with the gentle wind, breathing vigorously, smelling the sweetness in the air heartily, and the long-lost heart suddenly appears like a naughty child. What is the interpretation of life? The persistence in the heart has never changed. Leave a hope in the bottom of the heart. Let the sweat of hard work flow on your cheeks. Only when the wind blows and the rain blows can you be stronger. People should keep learning, which means that they are growing constantly. As long as they are in the direction of dreams, one day they will grow into what they want. Sitting quietly in front of the window, I felt unprecedented peace in my heart, looking at the distance unscrupulously, constantly looking for the direction of my dream. The fragrance of the flowers in the distance seemed to come near, touching the softness in the deep of my soul. The flowers were stretching the slender waist, waiting to bloom. The sound of blooming flowers is a kind of hope flowing. It is like the joy of growing up as time goes by, and more like the expectation of strong and mature hope in growing up. Waiting for flowers to bloom in front of the window, what kind of soft intestines is that? The bright sunshine shines on the vast world, and the fragrance of flowers bursts. The noise of the old days corresponds to the joyful words at this time. The clouds are just like the most beautiful woman, staring at her with affectionate and silent eyes, eyes are full of desire for life.

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When I was a hundred years old, I liked classical literature, especially immersed in Tang and Song Poems. Nowadays, there are very few people who recite Tang poems and sing song lyrics, while there are many people who sing popular songs. The first one to find that classical poetry was written into modern songs was listening to the song “New Mandarin duck Butterfly Dream” created by Taiwan’s famous gold medal host and singer Huang An in the early 1990 s, in which there were two sentences: the water flows more when the knife is cut off, and the sorrow becomes more sorrow when the cup is raised. This is clearly the copy of the poem in the work of Li Bai, the great poet, “Farewell to the school letter uncle Yun in Xuanzhou. I think ancient poetry is new, but that’s the case. Soon after that, I heard another pop song, which was the sound of Tao still by Chen Xiaoqi, a famous songwriter in our country. The eyes were suddenly enlightened, which was the real re-creation of Tang poetry. I remember this is Zhang Ji’s “night berth on Maple Bridge”, and the original text is seven quatrains: The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and the fishing fire of Jiangfeng is worried about sleep. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, the bell rang at midnight to the passenger ship. If it was translated, Lao Bai thought it could also be a modern poem: The night was deep, the moon would fall, and the Frost and coldness filled the sky. The Crows in the home nest occasionally make a cry. Is it the thriller of the moon or the whisper of the bird dream? The dark night, the faintly discernable River Maple and the stars and the fishing fire reflect each other, which makes the quiet Dreamland moment of the world more peaceful. I leaned on my pillow in the passenger boat and couldn’t sleep, listening quietly to the fascinating midnight bell coming from the famous temple in the cold mountain outside the Suzhou city! After all, Mr. Chen Xiaoqi is a first-class writer of literary creation. According to his own understanding of Chinese traditional culture, he further extended “Maple Bridge night berth” and created a song “The sound of waves is still the same”, which is elegant and ethereal. Take away a fishing fire, let him warm my eyes, leave a true feeling, let it park beside the Maple Bridge. Helpless me, who had alienated that emotion, didn’t realize until many years later that I came back to you. The lingering Bell is still beating my sleepless, and the dusty days will never be a cloud of smoke. Long-lost you must keep that smiling face. Many years later, can we accept each other’s changes. When the moon falls, it is always a thousand years of wind and frost. The sound of the waves is still the same. How can you and me repeat yesterday’s story today and whether this old ticket can board your passenger ship. This song “The Sound of the waves is still” has been popular overseas rapidly since its advent, and has been sung for a long time, becoming a classic work of mainland pop songs; Many people think that the theme only refers to love, mao Ning, the first singer, was also affectionate to a beautiful girl in the MTV. In fact, Lao Bai thinks that this kind of understanding is a little narrow, and it should be a work of nostalgia for old things and homeland. I remember that when I took part in the adult college entrance examination, I came to a strange city to study with a childish face and a traveling bag. My three-year business school career left a deep mark on my youth, but now two or ten years have passed, I often sit alone under the lamp, close my eyes, and then think of many past events quietly. When I think of my classmates who used to be good friends, now I have been ashamed of having less messages. When I meet occasionally on business, I have to try to think about each other’s names. When I think of the love that I used to be crazy and obsessed with, it has been Mo, everything was plain; Thinking of my youth, laughter and tears, I just thought of the love in my heart. Suddenly Looking back, my mother was old and my son was still a middle school student, while her forehead wrinkles and white hair on her temples were increasing day by day. She was already a middle-aged man who was running for fifty years, but she did nothing, the young little tail has already been sold away, leaving without any dust. Only old songs can remind people of those long-standing past events. When humming at the beginning, it was young people who didn’t know the feeling of sorrow. How many people could really understand the meaning of the lyrics when they were forced to express sorrow for new words. After leaving school for so many years, when listening again now, I can feel the vicissitudes, helplessness and expectation from the bottom of my heart. The city studying is changing with each passing day, changing from an ordinary town to a prosperous city, with crisscross overpasses, towering high buildings and bizarre neon lights, everything feels a little strange, but always makes people very fascinated. The moon is falling and the wind and frost is always lasting for thousands of years. The Sound of the waves is still the same. I can’t see whether this old ticket can board your passenger ship. The singing repeatedly seemed to be in my mind. I just didn’t know when I could board the ship again with this old ticket in my hand. In fact, I really miss that time.

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There was a dove in aunt’s house, which was her grandson’s little pet. That little imp always called it after school. It was also fed with water and food. Everything seemed to be so harmonious, but I didn’t find it so pitiful until one day my aunt took Xiaobai downstairs to bask in the sun. It turned out to be a Flying Pigeon with wings cut. It was in a large bird cage, quietly, pecking or drinking water, or pecking its white coat with its mouth. Some kids of one or two years old would pull their mother or grandmother to watch this dove, and these restless kids would touch the feet of the dove with their hands, after a while, he directly grabbed its mouth, which made the poor little flying pigeon nowhere to escape and could only hide in the corner. The hostess of the Dove, that is, the aunt, even put the dove on the ground for those kids to catch. It could fly freely in the sky, just like other flying pigeons, but its hostess cut its wings cruelly, depriving it of the right to fly. It could only walk slowly on the ground, but was still chased by some kids. Later, the kids went home with their families. Aunt might have been busy with other things. The Flying Pigeon with broken wings returned to the Birdcage again, the Bird Cage was caught by the aunt under the roof of the garage. It was quiet, without big resistance or loud noise. It only drank water occasionally, pecked at food occasionally, and occasionally raised its head and glanced at its companions flying through the air. The Bird Cage is fishing in the air, There was a small piece of white in the Birdcage, which was a small white, a poor Flying Pigeon with its wings folded. Stay in this big Birdcage until the end of its life.

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A few days ago, I read a manuscript to be published by a friend, in which there was such a small argument used as an argument: cultural knowledge. After careful consideration, I feel that this conclusion is inappropriate. Culture and knowledge can be regarded as a pair of synonyms. But there are differences in different degrees between the two. For this, my understanding is: Culture is a big concept, which is the result of knowledge accumulation, accumulation, refining and sublimation, it is a higher level of knowledge after the leap from sensibility to rationality. Knowledge is the primary stage of culture, and the perceptual cognitive component is dominant and has obvious specificity; Culture is the advanced form of knowledge and systematic knowledge, and its rational comprehensive component occupies the dominant position, it has obvious abstractness and systematicness and inheritance with a long history compared with knowledge. Just say it has a long history. This metaphor refers to the two concepts of culture and knowledge. Perceptual knowledge is the source of rational culture, while rational culture is the flow of perceptual knowledge. In this sense, the correct expression should be culture ≧ knowledge, Rather than cultural knowledge. If the argument of cultural knowledge is valid, then the culture and knowledge will be separated or even opposed, which cannot be established. There is such a line in the TV series “love between parents”: no culture does not mean no talent, and no culture does not mean no scheme. These are the two lines that the elder brother and elder sister of Anjie said respectively. These two lines are very classic. By analogy, no culture does not mean no knowledge, but should be the correct expression. According to this statement, try it in reverse, that is, having talent does not mean having culture, having strategy does not mean having culture, and having knowledge does not mean having culture. That is to say, there must be knowledge with culture, and knowledge does not necessarily have culture. In this way, the concept category of culture must be greater than and higher than that of knowledge (talent, strategy), isn’t it? It seems to be a little complicated, but there is still one reason that can be avoided, that is: cultural knowledge is probably a false proposition. If it is a false proposition, the author and editor must be cautious.

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On Thursday, August 15th, 2013, sunny this morning before the sun rose, my sister got up early for the first time in this summer vacation. Sleeping on the same bed, I didn’t even notice the movement of her packing her bags and leaving home. Maybe this was something I had already expected, so my brain subconsciously blocked her movement, let me continue to sleep. I didn’t even ask. When I woke up, the sky was already bright. Looking at my mother who was only grooming in the bathroom in the empty house, I had no time to think about the scene when my sister and father left the house. Because I want to clean myself up as soon as possible and then set foot on a company that has been internship for two months without any salary. When I finished everything, it was already 07:10 Beijing time. My mother shouted that it was too late to go to work. She put on her shoes in a hurry and opened the door to go out. Of course, she didn’t forget to tell me to close the door and window at the moment she closed the door, for these, I always disdain to respond to her. I always think that I am a fool, and she is lowering my IQ by doing so. After my mother went out, I was really the only one left at home. I was not in a hurry. I was not in a hurry at all. I recalled that I left home at 07:30 yesterday and crowded the bus for four or ten minutes, after getting off the bus, I walked for more than ten minutes and climbed stairs for two minutes (there were too many people waiting for the elevator, fortunately, I was only on the fourth floor). At the moment I arrived at the office sliding door, however, the door was still closed motionlessly. I bet I walked back and forth for at least half an hour and 1/2 before someone opened the door. So I decided to stay at home for at least another twenty or ten minutes before leaving. I thought this was a wise choice. The window of the living room was facing the sun in the morning, and I began to feel it was a kind of enjoyment. How wonderful this morning was, because now this House only belongs to me, what a luxury thing this is. I think I should do something. I can’t waste the aura of activating my brain this morning. So I began to wonder how my sister and father were doing this morning in the living room. Will my father jump out of bed as usual and light a cigarette to visit the washroom at home? I have protested to him for our urinals more than once to stop smoking in the washroom, obviously, it has never worked. However, my younger sister must be confused about what to wear to cover her fat body which was nowhere to be placed. Maybe it would be too harsh to cover it, on the other hand, she would lower her requirements and focus again on whether the fat on her body could look more harmonious and beautiful. In a word, one step out of the House could rub the meat for a long time, most of the time, after tangled up, she dumped the clothes, then the strange mother bought her clothes with snot and tears all made her look fat, but she never solved the real problem, thinking whether she should lose weight, I knew it was hard for her, and of course she wouldn’t bother herself either. She still had to eat and sleep after eating, which could not be delayed, of course, it has always been the winner of a potential stock. It is obvious that you need to wear it even if you look fat today. The first reason is that you are with your father. The second reason is that it is very important to go back to your hometown to get an ID card this time. She is not allowed to play tricks. Such a scene is absolutely without mother’s nagging, which is a necessary seasoning before going out. It can be imagined that my father and younger sister mentioned the traveling bag which had been prepared yesterday without turning back, and cut off the sound source of the nagging sound which was still echoed by the ears tightly with a door. Simply, Decisively, no more nonsense slipped out of the crack. However, my mother could only sigh that the large and small back disappeared so fast. When I wrote here, I glanced out of the window. It seemed that the sun was getting bigger and more dazzling. I had a bad feeling that I grabbed the mobile phone subconsciously, on the screen, I was going to be late for work at 07:50,Oh,mygod. I had to leave. This is the end of my wonderful morning.

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Recently, it seems that I like this feeling and find a vent intersection. No matter I like it, decadent, annoying or strong, I don’t need patience. Just say it out. When no one listens, just listen to yourself. Career, life, a lot of meaningful things or meaningless time, status is always updating, time is always passing, whether you are deserted or motivated, it will not wait for you, even if you know what the final result is, you can’t stop this state or stay at this moment. I like this, full of vigor, I like this moment, silence, I like this state, light sadness fills the whole space, can be ignored, can ignore everyone, can worry-free wandering, you can pretend that you are still young. Today’s sunshine is very good and warm. Although there is wind and no beautiful scenery, the sunshine is still very beautiful. That kind of warmth filled the whole afternoon, the whole time and space. There is an illusion of returning to the youth. The hot youth in the hot sunshine makes people nostalgic. There is a kind of drunk Tao Ran. A lot of nonsense, a lot of ideas, a lot of thinking. I want to shout to the world, but I don’t know what to vent. My thinking is very chaotic. I always feel that things can’t be achieved and I can’t get what I expected. What do I want to be, what will I be, what does it matter? The world has nothing to do with me, I have nothing to do with everything, and I have an illusion that I am incompatible with the world. How can I integrate into this prosperous world? The world is developing and time is passing, but I am not willing to grow up. All people are busy realizing themselves, but I am standing still and unwilling to step out of the circle I drew. I am still me, and I am not me. I will never be the person I want to be, will I? And what kind of person do I want to be? How can I achieve these simple but impossible things? Standing at the same place at a loss, helpless, ignorant, unconscious, and unconscious.

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