心靈旅行  posté le jeudi 26 novembre 2009 05:52

我不但喜歡到大自然中去旅行,領略千鍾風情,萬種神韻。我更喜歡坐在家裡讓自己的靈魂漫步古今,讓心靈的聲音釋放,讓內心深處的感情肆意的流淌,這遠比身體的旅行更為愜意和美妙。
心靈旅行,放飛內在的情愫,宣洩內心的鬱悶,安撫內心的浮躁。那或寧靜,或震撼,言說不盡,令人神往……
走進一座座文字的殿堂,心遊四方,神飛八及,跨越時空,投入遠古滄桑的懷抱,傾聽聖賢雅士的哲思,凝神偉人英雄的面龐。我的心靈之旅會收穫感動、震撼、淡泊、豁達、寧靜、快樂、力量、勇氣……
請你隨我一起在清幽的墨香中聆聽古今中外的聲音,在白紙黑字的世界中,徜徉心靈,深思人性的黑暗與光芒。
沒人理解你時,我們去見孔子,聆聽他老人家的撫慰,《論語》告訴我們:“人不知而不慍,不亦君子呼?”
面對困難,你萎靡嗎?我領你到海明威的《老人與海》裡去傾聽老漁夫——聖地亞哥捕魚的故事,他明知失敗而不怕失敗的英雄氣概,在長期的令人難以想像的失敗中,與惡鯊進行著頑強的搏鬥,他戰勝了悲觀絕望和死亡,他就是人不可戰勝的精神力量的化身。他是精神上硬漢中的硬漢。
青春使你困惑嗎?到巴金的《家裡》走一走,播放一遍楊沫的《青春之歌.》,去梁曉聲的曾經戰鬥過的北大荒去看一看,《在這片神奇的土地上》,曾有著怎樣的奉獻和熱情?你會發現,無論何時何地,青春都是美麗的東西。你的心裡會充滿了鼓舞和力氣。
人生坎坷,遭遇挫折,你想懈怠,缺少毅力,想要放棄。你去拜訪一下病榻前的保爾·柯察金,他會詳細的告訴你《鋼鐵是怎樣練成的》,是什麼使他的一生在死亡面前三次新生。
面對愛情的美好,你缺少自信嗎?我們去《巴黎圣母院》和那個醜陋的敲鐘人對對話,擁抱一下他的軀體,你和他比一比,你還自卑嗎?
親人的離去,我們會久久悲慟,你去《莊子》的大道裡走一走,他的道似乎是不可言傳,只能靠體察和領悟得來,天人合一,人與自然相輔相成,人要遵從自然本性、人之常情。莊子對人的生命的獨特看法,他在妻子的屍體旁敲著瓦盆的歌唱或許能給你一些啟發,幫你慢慢泅過悲傷的海洋。
現實裡的很多場合你可能不敢表達,不善言談,缺少發言的自信與勇氣。我們可以在夜晚的寧靜中傾聽一遍聞一多才思噴湧,慷慨激昂的演說。敬仰英烈的愛國情懷,驚嘆曾經內斂、口吃的他何以練出如此優秀的口才!
沒有新奇,感覺枯燥,可以在茫茫荒島上與魯賓遜一起去探險,獵奇,與他一起邀月共賞。
想尋求一份自然與清新,去陶淵明的田園看一看,“採菊東籬下,悠然見南山。”和他一起帶月荷鋤,羈鳥池魚,心遠地偏,恬淡悠然。
缺少豪情與鬥志,你可以走進英雄,他們的偉大與光輝具有超越時代和國界的感人力量。他們的情操和風範釋放出的光輝,不是明日黃花,在歷史的星空上,永放光芒。
想擁有一份獨特的個性,讀著阿西莫夫的著作,你會不理解:如此的成就為什麼會告別了講台和實驗室,有人說,他自我膨脹的像紐約的帝國大廈。他說,做我願意做的事而不是最好的事情。他的個性或許給你感悟。
人 生短暫,路途多艱,面對失意與迷茫,讓我們再來這裡做客。貝多芬聽從心靈的吶喊,發出了我要扼住命運的喉嚨的誓言;手捧海倫·凱勒的《假如給我三天光 明》,你對生命的希望將會蓬勃燃起;蘇秦面對嘲笑之苦,沒有氣餒,刻苦攻讀,燕趙聯盟;司馬遷面對宮刑之辱,沒有放棄,逆境奮起,才有“史家之絕唱,無韻 之離騷。”
你不快樂嗎?請聽蘇格拉底這樣說:“快樂就是這樣,它往往在你為著一個明確的目標忙的無暇顧及其他的時候突然來訪。”
站在歷史的海岸,品讀帝王將相能成就蓋世偉功,曹操山不厭高,水不厭深的豪言壯語,毛澤東數千古風流人物,還看今朝的激情……沒有雄心與氣魄何談事業和輝煌?
每 一段歲月裡的每一段文字中都有著令你怦然心動的一種美麗。賢士遷客能成其千古文章,他們細膩而多情的心靈裡承載著摯愛與悲憫,他們以他們的手寫心,他們以 他們的筆傳情。 “君不見青海頭,古來白骨無人收。”那悲愴憂傷彷彿就在你的眼前,文字的淒涼讓你幸福於眼前的盛世安康。
人生充滿太多的悲歡離合,一如月有陰晴圓缺。此事古難全。但願人長久,千里共嬋娟。
每個人的心中都有無言的傷口,讀讀岳飛傳,悲歌風波亭。菜市口前的六君子、鄧拓、老舍、彭德懷,看看這些民族人物的歷史悲劇,我們那點心靈的傷痛何以為繼?
一個個故事被年輪攜載,一回回驛動與我們的心靈相約,一次次的碰撞讓心靈柔韌,一場場的風雨讓心靈清潔,一幕幕的經歷造就了心靈的廣博,一樁樁的往事鑄造了心靈的理性和堅強。
心靈旅行,與更多的心靈相親相近,文字溝通了古今中外,傳遞著文明與智慧,他們是心靈的傳聲器,是情感的麥克風。孔子的睿智,莊子的奇思與灑脫,蘇子的豁達,莎士比亞的理想,徐志摩的浪漫,泰戈爾的橫溢……
讓心靈旅行,心靈的收穫何其的豐富與精彩!聰明的因此而高尚,因此而優雅,因此而廣闊。人的胸襟有多大,成就就有多大。
遙望歷史,跨越中外,一方水土,一段歲月,一片風景,一個故事,都在默默的等著你的觀光。假若你的生活中有大漠孤煙、長河落日、曉風殘月、千里暮雲、梧桐細雨、蛙鳴鳥唱,那麼你的心靈在變幻枯燥的人生中會得到足夠的慰藉,它會長出飛天的翅膀,盡情的快樂和飛翔……

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不想在三月里迷路  posté le jeudi 03 septembre 2009 06:16

把时间看做是一种食物,或者是好喝的饮料,在自己不愉快的时候把它吃掉、喝掉,痛痛快快的发泄一下。看着我的记忆,清晰的擦净自己的双眼,用泪水洗洗眼眸,之后再看看有些东西是不是依旧没有改变。

不想在三月里迷路,意思是不想在三月里当一个小孩。

我的感伤我的忧郁并不再这个明媚的三月里存在过,每天只要有上机的时间我就会写着大量的文字,每次统计字数的时候都把自己吓一跳,虽然没有以前的丰富,但还是很久都没有那种感觉了。上次一口气写了近三千字,我说在这个扬花的三月我想起了很多很多,结果我就坐在电脑前写了整整一个晚上,结束的时候我摸摸自己的眼睛,原来还在,我又很高兴的修改着自己的文字,黑夜在浮动的时候我把它们发到了我的梦幻之家。

今天我看着外面的毛毛小雨,我又说这个三月我喜欢上了很多很多。喜欢断断续续的雨滴;喜欢歌声在空气的怀抱里飘荡;喜欢沸腾的人群在我的面前一浪一浪的涌动;喜欢刺眼的阳光浸泡在流水里的样子;喜欢我的脚印很快的在路上消失;喜欢光秃秃的黄土地上被绿意轻轻地覆盖;喜欢闭上眼睛感受指尖流动的岁月;喜欢安静的夜晚突然下起了大雨、响起了雷鸣;喜欢用最平凡的文字抒写最可贵的人生;喜欢一动不动的坐在椅子上对着一本自己爱慕的书籍发呆;喜欢记忆总是在我的面前晃来晃去;喜欢水龙头哗哗的落水声彻夜的响起;喜欢期待着大自然最纯真的声音在耳畔游动;喜欢带着鼠标和自己的文字去各个空间游荡;喜欢杨柳青青芳草盼……

我的喜欢融入了我的文字。我的喜欢化作笑脸在世界的每一次缝隙飘荡。

三月,很青春的一个季节,又是一个很伤感的季节。过去的那个三月我疯狂的迷恋上了文字,在笔触间我晃晃而过,把昔日的记忆放在了干净的瓶中,让它们依旧不变。我想我注定是要依赖我的双手来继续我的人生,在我虚拟的世界,走过去的是我一直都没有珍惜和在意的感觉,就知道傻傻的笑着。

总是在很多场合被疼痛的文字感动,感动着自己也想写些什么来把别人的眼泪弄下来,有时候我真的发现自己很可恶。当然我还没有那个能力去继续,心里倒是很痒痒。生活其实是很完美的,我们这群孩子也很完美,这个世界是个完美的世界,抛开那些抱怨,不要让怨声充满在整条路上。

自己真的不会去编故事不会写小说,好像头脑中没有那个世界的情节和人物,写得这些都是很简单的,我也没有奢望,就这样挺好的。哪一天我想起什么了或者把自己的经历演练了一遍,看看我可不可以写些像样的文字出来。

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Cool Summer  posté le vendredi 18 juillet 2008 04:22

Summer is scorching, when the child of the normal family plays under parents' company heartily, does anyone pay close attention to the fact how the children in the welfare home spend summer? As the disadvantaged groups, they need to care about even more. Yesterday morning, the reporter came to welfare center for children of Wuhu to visit children here.
   
Crossing the courtyard that a piece of trees set off, the reporter comes to the nursery of the welfare home, the door smells a burst of milk is fragrant, it's proved the nurses are planning to breast-feed for babies to enter. The cupboard type air conditioner in the corner gives out a burst of cool air, two large houses are full of cribs, every bed spreads the bamboo mat, the babies non- one year old are all wrapped up in the cotton bag and lain on the crib, slightly bigger child sits on the chair playing with the plastic toy, several naughty children gyrate by reporter's foot. " she is called Wu MeiLing, " An auntie points to a little girl sitting on the chair playing with the jigsaw and says, "she is very clever and very lovely too, do not make a noise without crying at ordinary times. " The skin of small beautiful tinkling of pieces of jade is very white, a pair of big eyes still rotate perfectly roundly, know once seeing it is " spirit spirit " . "This is Wu Chen, she likes smiling very much. " Nurse's auntie is introducing for the reporter one by one. Little girl still sociable, but a once seeing reporters happy one turn on small mouth, small pure white deciduous teeth emerge. There are babies successively these days to send up, the reporter sees that there is a baby just sending here it, face cover with light small pox, suck the breast satisfied inhaling the little mouth just, blink.
   

A nurse tells reporters, there are 31 babies in all here, looked after in turn by them, someone nurses in one day and 24 hours. By summer, the air conditioner of the nursery is open in a whole day too, in order to prevent the baby from blowing the air conditioner to catch a cold at night, careful aunties will be the small quilt on every baby's bag. It is hot, it is a trouble too to have a bath, can so many babies guarantee to have a comfortable bath every day? "We know and bath every baby everyday, will wash 2 times each day when it is hot, oneself is hard to make the children clean more too a bit. In summer, how the children at home take, why bring here. " A nurse says.
    
Summer, whom nurse want hard large, except the regular one breast-feeds, changes the diaper, has a bath, sweeps the hygiene, cool and prevent heatstroke for the child, will prevent the mosquito from biting. The staff members of the welfare home have prepared cold drink, sweet mung bean soup, water-melon,etc. for children and lowered the food of heat, will buy five, 300 kilograms of water-melons in one week, and the sweet mung bean soup is generally boiled well at noon, suitable for children's eating for one afternoon and in the evening. Also prepare medicines such as floral water, essential balm,etc. and prevent heatstroke for children in the welfare home. In addition, there is medical worker that has a physical examination for the children every day, the article for daily use is fixed and disinfecting too.


Have pieces of recovery centre opposite to nursery, it is children for 3 years old that recover to train here mostly. The reporter just saw once entering the door several children were writing enclosing the desk, play on spelling the drawing board in bubble that two children have. According to the introduction of teacher of the recovery centre, they carry on intelligence to train to the child moving, it teach by child count, write,etc.,as to because brain paralysis,etc. child where disease have difficulty getting about, mainly carry on the body and recover and train, teach them how to walk. Speaking, a nurse sends here the good water-melon of cutting for the children, the children see water-melons have been all called excitedly, but they all sit on the seat obediently, waiting for the teacher to divide into the water-melon, the children vomit the water-melon seed into garbage bin carefully while eating water-melons and returning.


   
Bidding farewell with these children when the reporter leaves, they also say goodbye shaking small hands to the reporter. Mr. Ye of the recovery centre says sincerely: "We sure to let child pass one clean fresh and cool a summer, hope too societies can offer more help. "

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Full Moon in Mid-autumn  posté le mercredi 18 juin 2008 05:12

 

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The Mid-autumn Festival is coming soon, I'm living in a  gaunt mountain alone, at the night of full moon, I'd miss so much my hometown. What is missing on earth? Oh! Have lacked the homeland! Burdenned with pressing military duties, years are vast, the person that we joined the army is too far from a long time, return journey of township, only heart and stamp needn't be limited by time and space and come back home to look about frequently; Plant youth into cat ear hole since, homesick dream acoustic shock extremely broken arms often, want to pick up, but those a lot of pieces of unable chaining. So when profound night depths, moon round, see that Yueyang floor shadow, hear that Dongting Lake rote, there is incomplete one in the heart. Yes, the Mid-autumn Festival every year, can only next to in the north so garden, hold up the bright moon of this far away from home with the heart that thinks fondly of, only wonder the orphan is dangerous in the long night of bright moon, for whom is bright on earth, how could feel satisfactory?

Moon go middle of the forehead is only full human world, should ten thousand time in reunion. Several Yueyang fellow villager invite bright moon lay, take moon cake, look at the moon, with coke and intoxicated the Mid-autumn Festival such as beer, water memory, words are few obviously, but it is obviously many to sigh with deep feeling.
 Remember sometimes that ate the moon cake as a child. Day short of money at that time, have money buy, parents get oneself make the some wheat. Water caltrop and lotus seeds rice have become characteristic cake fillings in lands of rivers and lakes of having much, and the candy is the rare luxury goods, should be according to supplying according to plan, the boor does not use this rare thing ownly lightly except receiving guests. On the Mid-autumn Festival of every year, siblings round and round sit around together and eat it from the moon cake that is cooked, listen to mother repeating "  Grandmother the moon "  Story. Moon cake sweetless, but very fragrant and very fragrant, think its so far, feel lingering fragrance glibly still.

The cloud flies to the homeland moon in the remotest places, the alien for Dongting Lake autumn. Full house silently, front yard jade shadow look at silently, because everybody hide one story to wipe out moon cake in the heart, everybody is having one's heart filled with affectionately on the Mid-autumn Festival cherishing the memory of the homeland.

There is the guitar that sounds in the clear and long night wind wonderfully and gracefully, if memory reels off raw silk from cocoons, no matter it south mountain range high Hunan water dark, thousand lies of ten thousand li drift over. The flood wave is welled up sometimes in the sound of musical instrument, fall in the clear brightness of bright moon one after another sparkling and crystal-clearly the glittering note, drip on moon cake, the vertical raindrop which become horizontal. That is lovesickness and tears of the children in Dongting Lake, the lovesickness tide that the deep blue wave in Dongting Lake is pregnant with out! After so many years past, the brook that miss steam, dry, dry up fire kind feeling already in the heart, lovesickness breeding on the uncovered riverbed turns into this raindrop, drench on the Mid-autumn Festival.

I like, take ship in the past, like in lakeside illusion, like, watch spring flower win fire like, watch leaf if red autumn also. Where is but white sail? Where is the great wave? Where is maple leaf poem fluttering with the wind? Melt in the lovesickness tears rain unreally. The bank of the willow, is probably wrapping and shedding the musical sound in autumn for the singing of 400 kilometers of wave; White sail takes pains to intersperse the scenery of the homeland like the full lake of swan.

The sound of musical instrument disconnected, the words have been stopped, let the fire of lovesickness burn!

Worm sad autumn, collide, break to pieces heart of alien, let go, in the skies, all turn into the stars all over the sky, shine the homeland. But this glory is too faint, does the relative of the homeland experience?

Then the stars all over the sky have already fallen, has hung in the grass by Dongting Hu is sharp, glitter brilliantly and brilliantly. The soldier's lovesickness is lighting the rosy dawn, the ascension in the deep blue wave.

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