Tonight I watched the movie for the third time. I really enjoy this film so much.
So what's your choice between being a common person or a hero with people's reects? Most people will choose the latter. But what will be your choice if the cost is laying your lover among the risks? What will it be if the cost is you can never tell the girl, who you love so much, that you love her? The ider man had this contradiction. But finally he still chose the latter, not in order to be a hero, but to make this word peaceful.
I was so moved by the words the Aunt Mary said:
You will never guess what he wants to be, the ider man. He knows the hero when he sees one, too a few characters out there, flying all around out there, saving old girls like me. Lord knows kids like Henry need hero courageous, sacrificing for people, setting examples for all of us. Everybody loves a hero. People enthrone them, cheer them, scream their names and years later they will tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse the one who taught them to hold on to stand longer. I believe there is a hero in all of us. They keep us be honest, give us strength, make us noble, and finally allow us to die with proud. Ever though sometimes we have to initiatively give up the thing we want most, even our dreams. Spider man did that for Henry, so he wants to know where he is gone. He needs him.
The ider man got much from these words, so did I. And what about you? what's the hero lying in you?
Sense and Sensibility was the first Jane Austen published. Though she initially called it Elinor and Marianne, Austen jettisoned both the title and the epistolary mode in which it was originally written, but kept the essential theme: the necessity of finding a workable middle ground between passion and reason. The story revolves around the Dashwood sisters, Elinor and Marianne. Whereas the former is a sensible,, rational creature, her younger sister is wildly romantic--a characteristic that offers Austen plenty of scope for both satire and compassion. Commenting on Edward Ferrars, a potential suitor for Elinors hand, Marianne admits that while she "loves him tenderly," she finds him disappointing as a possible lover for her sister.
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Jane Eyre is a first-person narrative of the title character, a small, plain-faced, intelligent and honest English orphan. The novel goes through five distinct stages: Janes childhood at Gateshead, where she is abused by her aunt and cousins; her education at Lowood School, where she acquires friends and role models but also suffers privations; her time as the governess of Thornfield Manor, where she falls in love with her Byronic employer, Edward Rochester; her time with the Rivers family at Marshs End (or Moor House and Morton, where her cold clergyman-cousin St John Rivers proposes to her; and her reunion with and marriage to her beloved Rochester at his house of Ferndean. Partly autobiographical, the novel abounds with social criticism and sinister gothic elements.
喜欢玉兰。
从花季那年开始。
从她的花蕾开始。
初次相识,是在中药铺子里。
不大的诊室,常常是人满为患。门前拥挤的小巷,车水马龙。一个李姓的郎中在此行医问诊。
记得进得门来,第一眼就看到那个白发白须的老人被簇拥着,神情专注,面容和善,一只手轻轻搭在病患的手腕上,用中间三个手指,像弹琴一样交互着起落。一时竟看得我痴呆了。似乎,缠绕多时的苦痛也顿时随之减轻了不少。
等候的时间,似乎总是漫长。大概正处在蓬勃生长期的少年,总是闲不住的,就算生病中也还不例外。整日操劳的母亲实在是太累,加上为我的病痛担忧,难免着急上火。所以本该坐等的她,手里捏着排队号码,一边看着叫号的人,一边眼巴巴地看着忙不停点儿的大夫。
而我,则在满是人的屋子里左顾右盼,东张西望。
看年龄不一,服装各异的大人,小孩,男人,女人。看墙上悬挂的一个个红底白字带黄色穗边儿的锦旗。看漆成大红色,泛着油光,带有好多小方斗抽屉的中药柜子。也看柜子前面那个花容月貌,着方格子棉布旗袍,始终面带微笑,身手极为麻利的姑娘。看一个个装有各种中药材的小方抽屉,在她那纤细修长的手里飞快而优雅地开开合合。
看她将左手所持的带有金黄色明亮光泽的铜质小镫子里的药材,熟练而轻巧地分别倾倒在事先准备好的土黄色草纸上。
然后,右手指着面前的方子,与一堆儿一堆儿整齐地摆放在纸上的药材逐一核对,确认无误,方才用双手将四角依次叠起,左手四指在下,拇指在上按住固定好,抬头,一扬右手,在空中划一弧线,顺手拉下一根土色的纸绳来,左绕右绕,拉紧,打结,掐断多余的长线,只留可以一个指头手提的线头在外。
回到家,打开纸包,看着这些枝枝叶叶,花花草草,眼前还总是浮现出抓药姑娘的影子。一边想着,一边看着,忍不住一个个捡起来,用手摸着,用鼻子闻着,总也不舍得把它们丟到药锅里边去。
其中有一味药,甚是奇怪。外形如毛笔头模样,淡绿色,外被以细细密密的白色绒毛,可爱极了。乍看,甚是喜欢。情不自禁拿在手中把玩,爱不释手。心里暗想,如此可爱之物,怎么可以入锅和其他土头土脸的草药们一起闷煮呢?就算是另包共煎我也替她有点委屈。
然,尽管心里多有不情愿,但药终归是要治病用的,光看自然无济于事。当把这些小可爱依依不舍地放入药锅,眼看着小小的.白布包慢慢地随着水温不断升高而上下翻滚,心中竟掠过丝丝疼痛来。
就此,与辛夷的初遇便在心里生了根,时过境迁,星移斗转,那种喜爱却丝毫未减。
后来上班了,工作在医院,自然多了和辛夷接触的机会。案头也常常会珍藏一些从药房精挑细选出来的一粒粒上好的辛夷。每每晚间夜读时,便独自拿出来欣赏一番。
再后来,因工作调动,单位院子里种植有几株玉兰。每到早春时节,乍暖还寒,在阵阵料峭的风中闪烁着清辉的枝头,亭亭的玉兰便自由舒展,艳而不俗地一朵一朵竞相绽放。我便更是痴痴呆呆地在树下仰望良久,不肯离去。上下班之余也总会穿过错落有致地生长着各种植物的园子,径直往玉兰而去,一个人在树下呆上一段时间,静默地享受着和她相处的美妙时光。
甚至只要哪里有玉兰,哪里就有我痴心追随的影子。白色的高洁,紫色的雅致,总之那种美,总令我陶醉不已。那种喜欢,似乎已经慢慢渗透到我机体的细胞里面,和我的生命难分难解。
而这,是否与早年我与辛夷的那次神奇邂逅有关呢?
还是,在我红尘中凡俗的生命里,本该就有和玉兰的这次机缘?
偶遇辛夷,只是一个隐约的牵引,让我从她的花蕾开始,慢慢培养和她这份至深而缠绵的痴恋?
今晨上班,路过玉兰树下,看到叶子间又有朵朵紫色的玉兰,零零散散地缀在其间,正好有明亮的阳光,从叶的间隙照射过来,有些耀眼。
在树下凝神仰望,看朵朵玉兰,或初绽,或待放,或盛开,各自妖娆着,娇而不媚,鲜艳而生动地在繁茂的绿叶间抖擞着精神,张扬着韻致,散发着醇香,不由得醉在其中。
心里,开始告别荒芜的症状,告别这个因连日来的紧张忙碌产生的副作用。突然的,竟有了一种似乎久违的温暖,一点一点,慢慢涌起来。慢慢地,涨满了整个心海。
哦!此时此刻,我想真正的幸福一定来自于心安。来自于内心的自由,欢喜,淡然。
于尘世之中,于繁事之间,于得失之内,不计较,亦不放弃。不迷途,亦不懊悔。
从容应对万化千变,微笑走过万水千山。清清浅浅,简简单单。
我的小幸福,来自玉兰花开。
卫伟。2016年8月11日。于兰心阁。《玉兰花开》
秋风婆娑,落叶随同风儿弹起来,沙沙沙,低飞的柳叶打个卷儿,离开了倒挂的条儿,它想让打卷的细叶再妩媚些。可是,它没有来得及和枝头摇曳的绿叶告别,就滑在树窝里。
穿着桃心外衣的苹果树叶,红着脸儿被呼呼吼叫的风抖落,像蝴蝶纷飞,像天女散花……在一眨眼的功夫它们全然飘落了。成了叶片的世界,你看:红色夹杂着丝丝黄色,透着酱紫。散发着淡淡的凄楚,柔软的松树成阴,干裂的叶儿跌落在泥土上发出了吱吱声。
像手掌的爬山虎的叶片已经没有了形状,它被霜打得缩手缩脚,远看像泄气的皮带,色彩深红的发黑、近看似暗红。弯曲了的沙子树上,叶儿和风儿牵手了,叶片翻滚着和风儿一起舞蹈,一颗心似乎要飞得远远。你看:它们落在低洼处,钻在树与树的空隙处,爬在道路旁。带着绚烂的色彩,黄的成了一地金子,红的成了一片火花,绿的成了风***小果儿。如果你站在其中,遐想的翅膀会情不自禁地展开……
云彩窥视了这个景象,和北风牵手,呼呼吹,树林地面成了彩色的世界。不论是酱紫的叶片、还是枯黄的叶片,横七竖八地铺开了,只有干裂的小枝、叶柄静静地窝着,像画方格的条条框框。吹厚了云彩,吹黑了云彩,低低地压下来,雨夹雪悄悄地来到大地。早熟的雪花披上洁白的风衣,一对小翅膀飞啊!飞啊!
酣睡的人们蜷缩在被子里,想抵抗深秋的寒露。不由得想起了安徒生的童话《买火柴的小女孩》。难道体质弱的人和小女孩一样的境遇?不,暖气被制度定位在十一月份的一号才通。怪是寒流来的早了一些!怪气温让雨夹雪早熟了一些!担心那个为爱情私奔的恋人带衣服了没有?担心那个被偷换的小男孩有没有落脚点?担心护送临产的孕妇是否抵挡了寒冷?
一切如梦,醒来推窗看到,树枝白了,楼顶白了,大地白了,洁白无瑕不是铺开的雪景,不是雪儿掩藏了黑暗……
咔嚓一声,一棵老榆树的枝干折了,雪花被重重的摔了一跤。洁白的菊花看不到高高昂起的卷发了。叶片变成银色了,细小的一条条银丝在风中发抖。只有红色的苹果画了新娘的唇。
公路上,一排高大的白杨树站成了线条,银装素裹,穿透了银色的世界。一辆小轿车缓缓驶来,车轮滚动,突然之间,一个美女一刹车,车停了下来。车里钻出年轻的女子。哦!洁白无瑕的大地里,原来三个美女与静谧的雪海赴约了。每一位的脖颈里飘着丝织的丝巾,白皙的脸蛋出现了红晕,大红色的羊绒大衣敞开着。她们牵手伫立在雪地里,或跳或舞,或卧或爬。笑声打破了公路的宁静。远山,白雪皑皑;近处,喜鹊起飞觅食。
校园里,一群小伙伴踏着雪花,雪人堆好了,雪团飞起来了,小手湿漉漉的,裤脚流着水珠儿。觅食的麻雀叽叽喳喳。叮零零上课铃声响了,我想上课铃声响的不是时候,如果停课让孩子们自由飞翔,那是怎样的一种景象。感性的我也忘了自己是教师的角色,像一个老小孩一样和小灰蛋们开始打雪仗……
在银色的世界里,谁还有心事,谁还有填不满的***?
Dear Dad,
Today is fathers day, for so many years Ive been seekig a way to express my heartfelt thanks for all you have done for me. Here comes it!
Thank you for always being there sharing my life when I need you most. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I never feel alone and vulnerable, because you will keep me on the right path. Im blessed to have you.
Thank you for offering me education and teaching me how to be a man. You always inspire me not by words, but by what you have done! Your efforts in the work, your loyalty to your friends, your responsibility for the family and your persistence in the life have already set me good examples in my own life.
Thank you for always appreciating my work, no matter how tiny it is! You have made me realize that its capacity not scores that really counts.
Dad, I love you and I will love you forever!
Yours beloved,
Li Ming
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