"This is the call of the heart,
This is the devotion of love,
This is the spring breeze on earth,
This is the source of life,
......"
Do you. Have you heard this curling song? Do you see the candlelight flickering in the wind? Have you noticed the messengers guarding the candlelight? Have you noticed the tears in their eyes? Do you feel what they are feeling right now?
I guess you must have. You must have felt their mourning, for the people who died in the disaster, for the people who are still in the world but suffered from the separation of loved ones, the people of the destruction of their homes; you must have felt their shock, rushed to the first time to rush to the disaster area of the People's Liberation Army, for the batch after batch of support for the disaster area of the volunteers, for the whole country and even the whole world of Chinese unity of the spirit of patriotism! Because, you are also a Chinese, you also have the same emotion!
Arranged in a heart-shaped candle burning, between the "14:28" so striking, and even, shocking, it burns our eyes, oppression of our tear ducts, tears silent. Why are my eyes full of tears, because I love this land love deep!
The song continues, from "Love Devotion" to "We all have a home", and then to "Hope", our mental journey seems to have traveled a long way with the beating candlelight, through the flood, into Wenchuan. We bowed y to those poor and lovely lives, loved ones, please be precious. We bowed y to those honorable people, loved ones, thank you! We bowed y to the earth, even if you give us so many disasters, but it is these disasters, but let us see the unity of the Chinese people, see the Chinese people's endless!
I heard someone's voice choked up, but still insisted on singing. Slowly, the singing stopped. We were in silence, praying for the dead, praying for the living. For three minutes past, I do not know who shouted, China cheer, Sichuan cheer! We immediately, immediately followed the shouts, China go, Sichuan go! The shouts were earth-shattering, rising and falling over the square for a long time. The mood in the sadness sublimated to the excitement.
Candles flickering in the wind, moonlight, our faces are strange and familiar with each other, our hearts, but *** with a firm belief: strong, united, China will be stronger! The heart of the red son, the bright moon can be seen.
2 The call of the heartLife as a book, there should be more exciting details, less boring words; life as a song, there should be more melody, less sad notes; life as a painting, there should be more bright colors, less gray shades.
Once upon a time, in the diversity of opinions in the uncertainty, can not find the direction of progress; once upon a time, in the words of others in the confusion, the lack of a pair of wings to fly away from the confusion; once upon a time, there is no choice to adhere to or listen to the courage of the heart of the heart of the less than a piece of sunshine illuminating the way forward ......
Perhaps, this is the lack of The inspiration of the heart. Yes, listen to the call of the heart. Neither deep in the headstrong quagmire, nor lost in the other country. Turn over the new pages of history, will be surprised to see, King Zhou of the Shang Dynasty did not accept the good advice fell into a broken family, Liu Adou did not have the main idea can only be in the sad and ridiculous stage of life will be buried in Shu. And when the window is closed, no longer interact with the world, can only add frame to the mind, the mind on the tie, never in the life of the infinite sky free flight.
Yes, listen to the call of the heart. Don't let your eyes be blinded by hearsay, and don't make too much of the spirit of "skepticism". Whether it is to people or things, do not just rely on old accounts, so that the balance of the heart is always empty? In the abandonment of more points of scrutiny and evaluation, choose to find the weight of the truth. When the wayward sheep, Mozi will bawl, because there is no lamp of the mind to act as his navigation lamp; Mencius, "today's world, who would I" dominance, is "when the benevolent" thought of the individuality under the flaunting. When unfamiliar with the situation, more inquiries, just like "into the mountains to ask the woodcutter, into the water to ask the fisherman", is to find a shortcut. The recipe; when integrity and conscience requires you to do this or that, you should go forward, do not avoid, do not give way.
I believe that as long as we hold on to the lamp of the heart and open our hearts, it will eventually guide us in the most correct direction. Open the mind, the world is so vast, is waiting for us to go hiking, searching, creating, exploring. This will be another part of the sky, a surprise, a touch.
Open your heart, don't be self-centered, and don't absorb it all. When the lamp of the heart for navigation, the road of life can walk more openly.
3 The call of the heart"Come, come, come to us to live a happy life." I read the fairy tale written by the famous Danish writer Hans Christian Andersen once again with excitement: the little girl who sells matches, constantly calling out from the heart.
Time and again, the fantasy, is happy, is disappointed. The first fantasy fireplace, because of the cold, longing for warmth; the second fantasy roast goose, because of hunger, longing for food; the third fantasy Christmas tree, is to hope for joy; the fourth fantasy grandmother, is to hope for love. But at the end of the day, she got nothing but to freeze to death on the street. What a poor little girl! He flew with his grandmother to that so-called place where there was no cold, hunger, or pain, but only joy, and no one knew what a wonderful sight she had seen. The little girl lost her little, precious life.
We who live in the age of peace are so happy compared to the little girl in the story! We live in the socialist system of society, and the little girl lives in the capitalist system of society; she has to go out on New Year's Eve to earn money, and we do not do anything to get the New Year's Eve money; she can only wear a thin dress and a pair of slippers are not suitable for the feet of the big slippers, but when we want to go out, mom and dad are afraid that we are freezing, and will also give us to put on the scarf, hat, and wear a big jacket and not afraid of the cold shoes; we can go to school, we can go to school, and we are not afraid of the cold shoes. Cotton shoes; we can go to school, while the little girl can not ...... In contrast, we get things far more than the little girl, but angry, some students do not know how to cherish the love of parents know nothing about it, but also to their parents are not big and small, do not study well. Alas, if the little girl lived in the present, she would be very happy, happy, back than others! Listened to so many comparisons, should we not study well, to build the motherland to make a contribution?
"Come, come, little girl. Come to us to live a happy life, live with me and learn together ......"
4 The call of the heartNo sunshine on the day, the memory is very wet. Once the story, grew into a piece of moss; no moonlight night, thoughts are confused. The hope that is possessed, cannot illuminate the darkness that fills the sky.
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Tonight, another night without moonlight I do not know whether I can not see, or indeed this is the case, the moon in the sky is just an empty shell, dark and light. It seems that it is already an old man, the peak has become a thing of the past, to meet him will be the blurred and cruel reality seen in the presbyopia. In such a night, I can't feel the slightest light, can't feel the slightest warmth, can't feel the slightest hope ...... can feel is has been swallowed up by the darkness of the road, by the dark clouds obscure the sky, by the wind and sand erosion of the riverbed ......
In the junior year of the days, my life seems to have been set in stone. Wake up at six in the morning, then go to school ...... at ten in the evening after school, and the time not in school, this pair of weathered hands in addition to chopsticks is to take the pen, never stopped. Day after day, I don't know when I can relax. And living in this format I have become numb, not much different from a puppeteer, but unfortunately the strings that dominate this puppet are in someone else's hands. This puppet to complete the mission given by others, the brain is crowded with the teacher's expectations, parents hope ...... but who knows, it is because of these "hope", the puppet soul of the spring to the pressure almost suffocated, has long exceeded his own limits, no longer have the ability to go beyond their own elasticity, but also the ability to go beyond their own elasticity. There is no more can go beyond the self elasticity. Alas, how many puppets like me in China? I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same boat, but I'm sure I've been in the same boat for a long time.
My life has no direction, like a boat in a storm, going with the flow. The sea excludes me, mercilessly throw me up; the storm also dislikes me, will I hate to blow down. Ah, when will I return to that cozy harbor? Now I am a lost man in the desert, the sandstorm wants to swallow me up, the hot sun wants to dry me up. I'm not going to be able to find an oasis in the desert, but I'm going to be able to find an oasis in the desert.
Can anyone give me a hand? I whistled in the wind, shouted in the rain, and was hysterical in the sandstorm ...... but called the sky and the ground. Is this where I am going to fall? When will the God of goodness find me?
A cloudy wind blew, and the moon was completely obscured.
5 The call of the heartIn the depths of everyone's heart, there is a pure land, which is deep in the heart of the depths of any outside winds, clouds, can not be disturbed by the sacred land. It will guide you to make the right choice at the critical time.
Her choice
The news of the marriage spread down, people are secretly praying, do not let themselves go to that inhospitable outside. True! Who would want to be far away from their hometown, their parents, and marry into that faraway Xiongnu? She, too, was meditating, when she heard a call from the depths of her heart, and she strengthened her faith. Right! I would like to marry to that distant Hun, although I will be far away from home, may never come back, however, she believed in the deepest call of her heart, although to marry far away from the Hun, but this is a thing for the benefit of the people ah! How many people are looking forward to this day! How many people are looking forward to this moment of reconciliation between Xiong and Hungary? How many people will be spared from displacement and how many soldiers will no longer have to make unnecessary sacrifices? She believes that her choice is not wrong.
His choice
A soldier can be killed, not humiliated! He has endured such humiliation, there are two paths before him. One is to end his life; the other is to make a career out of it. He hesitated, he suffered what kind of humiliation ah! It was worse than death. But what's the use of dying? A man in this world should make a little career ah! Otherwise, he would not be worthy to come to this world! But now that he had been tortured in the palace, how should he face his future life? He is difficult to choose, at this time, he heard the deep call of his soul, he understood, he resolutely chose the second way, endured dozens of years of humiliation, finally accomplished his ambitions, he believes that his choice is not wrong.
Your choice
Even if there is a princess for you to study ink, Rex for you to take off the boots, these ordinary people seem to be incomparable glory of the halo set in your body you do not feel the glory, on the contrary, these honors are like a ring of iron will be more and more tightly set you. Your soul's deepest call is pouring out to you, this is not the life you want, you don't want to be just a royal poet. You are determined to leave, to find your ideal life, you believe that their choice is not wrong.
Three different lives, three different choices, but they all heard their deepest call and chose it, they have no regrets. What about you? Will you also listen to your deepest call?