On the plane, the wanderer's heart shuttles through the blue sky and walks in the clouds. The boundless sky provides enough space for the heart to fly until it meets the heart in the sky. There is no verbal communication, only spiritual communication. The wanderer's heart heard the voice of the sky: tolerance is an eternal style. The wanderer suddenly saw his mother's kind smiling face. After he made a mistake, his mother never scolded him or hit him, even if he broke his mother's favorite necklace.
Blowing the oncoming sea breeze is refreshing and comfortable. "The white dew crosses the river and the water meets the sky." "Vast as the wind is empty, I don't know why; It's like independence, feather and immortality. "A wanderer's heart should be like this. Wandering in the boundless ocean, listening to the surging waves, the heart of the drifter knows that the sea is silent, but it is passionate, whether it is lightning, strong wind or heavy rain, it will always be full of passion for life. The wanderer thinks of his hometown again, where life is unremarkable, where people still work at sunrise and rest at sunset, with a bright smile on their faces forever.
The forest is green, which soothes the eyes of the homeless. The wanderer felt that the forest had a mysterious magic, so his heart went to every corner of the forest. And the forest, let it swim in his arms, he is deep, but kind. Two hearts passed by, and the wanderer's heart suddenly smelled the breath of the forest, far away and deep, but there was no lack of kindness. The wanderer seemed to see his father's deep eyes, thick hands and broad shoulders. Over the forest, it is an endless green hill, stepping on a country road, crossing a quiet valley, climbing over one mountain after another, up and down, high and low, the wanderer's heart swayed and cheered happily, and the echo from the valley was still just his own cheers. It stopped shouting and quietly savored the silence of the mountains. He thought of the mountain in his hometown, which was equally silent, but raised the people in his hometown.
The tramp finally set foot on his way home. The breeze blew through his hair. He saw his mother standing at the door waving to him, and his father standing on the other side of the door watching him. ...
When you are in pain, don't think the world has left you behind. You should remember that while you are suffering, there are actually many people who are also suffering. You will never be alone; A person will never be torn apart. -Inscription.
It is said that the world is glorious, but the rivers and lakes make people grow old overnight. Who doesn't want to be loved by thousands of people in Qian Qian and who doesn't expect fate to care more about themselves? But, honey, you have to understand that everyone is born with a mission and responsibility. No one can live a lifetime without being tested and tortured; No one is born painless and harmless. In this world, no one really lives in heaven and no one is immersed in hell for a long time. We suffer, we struggle, because we are carrying our crucifixes, and we are here to bring tears, so we can't be hurt. In fact, what to eat, what to wear and how to do it in life are ultimately up to you. You should remember that as long as we are alive, there is no reason to resent and despair; There is no reason to be sad and discouraged.
You know, the world didn't abandon you when you suffered. While you are suffering, there are actually many people suffering. You will never be alone; A person will never be torn apart.
I like being tired, just as the world likes leisure. Maybe, in that case, someone will say: Are you out of your mind? Or I forgot to take my medicine. Hehe, oh, no! I can only tell you that I like it, because it can bring me real, real wealth and enrichment; It can also give me the peace and massiness contained in mediocrity. Let me know that I am still alive, and I still have a lot to go; There is also unlimited combat power; There are still tears to shed, but they will not be dim; I can also exchange my rough hands for warmth to all the people I love and those who love me. There is no nothingness and loneliness brought by doing nothing, and there is no emptiness and helplessness attached to boredom, only pure beauty. And this kind of beauty is just hidden when you are sweating, when you miss your mother at home, your children are waiting, when your loved ones are praying for peace, you have the peace of making soup for your family, and you have the fragrance and heat flow that explode instantly after your efforts. At this time, Jane's kindness because of her hard work, who can say that it is not a comfort with tears in her hardships? And who can say that this kind of fatigue is not the strength and relief of blood?
Of course, I have complained, hated, angered and resisted to death. It's just that now, after stumbling all my life, I'm relieved. Because, many things linked to the power struggle are powerless in the face of the grand discourse of life. Nothing is more reassuring than standing in the sun healthily; Nothing makes people feel happier than at home. Therefore, I am tired and self-sufficient; I am ordinary and willing. Who taught you that life needs peace and understanding when you are alive? ...
What do you want to express finally? What do you want to write unconsciously?
For some time, faint sadness and joy have shuttled through the crowds on the commuter bus.
Light office and residence, quiet two-point and one-line life, nine to five, getting up early.
I once said how I wish I could disappear from one world and live quietly from another. Now I have disappeared from one world, but I have not been reborn from another.
I have also vowed that today's exile is only for returning to China one day, but it is still like this.
I miss my ignorance when I was young, because I can be unrestrained and wishful thinking.
I'm not tired, I'm not depressed, I just need to calm down, give myself some time to breathe, rearrange my mood and start over, even if I'm exhausted in the end.
Essay on going home 4 Flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, and everything in the world changes endlessly. When and where to go home? If it is a big world, I'm afraid I can't find a place to live?
Home is the ultimate destination? Or the end of life? Or is it the condensation of deeper values? People have different views on it, perhaps because everyone is different, and more importantly, everyone's needs and pursuits are not close.
I came into this world knowing nothing, but I already have a home. Maybe home?
The living cannot live without others. Does that mean someone must be in charge? Home, isn't it? In fact, this is from the perspective of human society, but it will be different for all life or the whole world. I am alone, so I will consider it from the standpoint of people here.
From before to now, I have been thinking about what is the "destination" of people. A country, a city or a corner? On a rainy day, I met an old beggar on the road. He was in rags, with a short cigarette in his mouth, and walked with small steps. What impressed me most was his long black face and unkempt hair. He didn't have an umbrella, because he didn't, and no one would give it to him, so he had to put it under the eaves. In fact, when the rain will stop has little to do with him. He has no expectation, and he doesn't want to go or can't. At that time, I thought repeatedly that he can beg now, but what can he do when his breathing is thin? In this small village, he can leave some traces of himself, traces of his existence, but in the end, he will die somewhere where he doesn't even know his name. His destination is to disappear, so are we, but we can leave with more dignity and bear more mental pain than him. The destination of his will can only be the spider silk swaying in the wind, which seems invisible. Pity, lament, he no longer needs it.
Now, for me, the destination is no longer a specific place, nor an abstract flower temple, but the end and disappearance of life, as well as what I see, hear, feel, what I can do, think and realize, which are intertwined by all these choices, and what I can't reach will not be my destination, because I can't do anything about it, or
Homecoming Prose 5 Winter goes and spring comes, and the road, no matter how far, walks into the curtain of the season, wandering leisurely in whose heart? Love is back, your position in your heart. Even if you are speechless, your heart is happy.
Walking on a familiar road, unconsciously, the year has ended. Looking around, the arrival of night at the foot adds a bit of gloom to the corner. Relying on the plain scenery at the end of the year, Winter Girl is waving goodbye. At this moment, there is always something solemn and strong when handing over.
Welcoming the Spring Festival is the beginning of everything. Back to the original place, the chill in the night began to sink slowly, and strangers walking back and forth on both sides of the street were still vaguely marching in the crowd. This is the vitality of the New Year, but at the same time it has a different mood beyond imagination.
If miss has wings, the teenager waiting for the wind will still stay at home on the other side. Aside, once desperate to go far away, for an instant, who is looking at home affectionately. How far a road has gone, and then slowly looking for the aperture of time, I understand the meaning of hometown and home.
At the beginning of the Hua Deng, the street suddenly lit up under the irradiation of neon lights, and the shining light was overflowing and dazzling. The night scene is too sultry. Shallow lanterns, like a shy woman looming, red hearts lit up the costumes in the heart, warm reappearance. She once again flowed to the fireworks world of mortals.
Rows, strings, colorful shapes, under careful arrangement, suddenly came into view, a novel love lantern, an orderly five-pointed star, a blooming lotus, put on a red dress of winter jasmine, and handed over the baton in your hand, showing it one by one. This is the farewell and welcome ceremony of winter girl and spring girl.
The red party, the hanging of love, the string of five-star lights, and the prosperous days bear auspicious meanings. People come and go, bearing the joy of happiness, and also containing the customs and love marks of China traditional culture, thinking about the motherland, waiting to go home, thinking about the mother waiting on the road, and expecting again and again.
Filter to the most dazzling and beautiful moment like the sunset at dusk, and then row to the sky, leaving the company of love, there will be a precipitation of home.
In the dark, from the starting point to the end point, the lonely call on the road of human growth and some nostalgia for chasing the wind are all tied in my heart.
Looking at every wandering mood, accompanied by lotus lanterns, has deepened a kind of spiritual return. The red lantern flashes to indicate progress. The light beam and light shadow swaying in the wind illuminate the darkness at the foot, which is also the eternal call of mother's heart:
"Come back! Dear child, this is where you belong all your life. "
At this time, rushing home in the street facing the color, the burning heart was suddenly ignited in the boiling, the tree had roots, and people were most afraid of a wandering heart. When winter goes and spring comes, the road, no matter how far it is, walks into the curtain of the season and lingers in whose heart? Love is back, your position in your heart. Even if you are speechless, your heart is happy.
I come from the south, where birds are singing and dancing and catkins are flying. There are the most beautiful scenery, the people I love the most, and the little dreams I have carefully planted. Like Pisces in November, gathered in the south of the sky, carrying fantasies; More like the blue iris, standing at the beginning of the year, full of hope.
I don't know how much I need to pay for my dream; Even, I don't know if my efforts can win the favor of success, even if it is only a little bit. But I know that as long as I don't stop pursuing my dreams, I can see flowers from tree to tree; As long as I listen carefully to the voice of my dreams, I can bravely walk through every winter.
The world is complicated. As long as I have a dream, my sky will always be as blue as a fairy tale.
Life is like a quiet lake. If there is no wind and waves, it must be said that it is too lonely and boring. Only when we bravely turn our dreams into sparkling stones and throw them into the water can we find the beautiful ripples hidden in them. With dreams, you can truly say goodbye to the past bravely; With dreams, we can truly say hello to the future happily.
Every summer, I always like to lean against the window and look at the stars all over the sky, dotted with a single dark color. I was thinking about it at that time. Will the stars in the vast universe be lonely? Life is the same, how can I gallop through life? Compared with the world, I am so small, like a grain of dust, but I am eager to embrace the warmest sunshine; My childhood life was like a kite. I can't find my direction in the boundless sky. At this time, how I wish I could always have a support like a child to shelter me from the wind and rain. But I can't. I can only go strong into the future. So, I'm thinking, if one day, I have no money, I can't afford bread or milk; If one day, everything I have is gone, what should I do?
However, just when I was confused, I saw a fleeting meteor, like a smiling face of Zhang greatly, adding a touch of warmth to the sky.
Then, I remembered my dream,
I thought of it,
The most beautiful stars shine in the dark!
However, their hearts are always full of light and dreams.
Finally, the inner dandelion finally understood its destination when crossing the horizon and the cape:
Where is my dream, I want to go.
The exams for homecoming composition in July and April finally came to an end. These months of intense preparation for the exam have made me very tired, without entertainment, and even put aside all my favorite books. Actually, I don't know if this is right. All I know is that I will keep running and I can't relax for a moment.
At the beginning of the year, we had a small party with a friend. As before, we held hands and talked to each other on the narrow path.
Worried. She sighed with emotion: "Why are people around me always so unlucky?" I don't understand. Our class XX is very unhappy after marriage. Her husband often abuses her. She already has two children, do you know? "I shook my head. I couldn't hear what my friend said behind, but I vaguely remember that there was another person who was very unhappy. At the beginning of February this year, my friend got married. Who ever wanted to get divorced in more than a month? The reason is the constant domestic violence. Love rat's playboy walked several times and cheated his friends around him. The man had no car or house, and his monthly salary was more than 1000, all thanks to his friends. Friends left home clean, nothing, and even the man asked for 20 thousand colorful gifts. Today, she is desperate, has no skills, and can't see or touch the road ahead. Like a lost lamb, I have to comfort her, after the rain clears. I believe she will get better and better. I can feel my soul drifting away,
The soul has nowhere to stay, no home, no home to return to. At this time, a netizen confided to me that he was confused about his work and life. At this stage, he lost his job. He is always clinging to his ideals. He is worried about working for others and losing his freedom. He longs for freelancing, but he has no free capital. He always tells me about his confused life every day. He told me that he is 27 years old and eager to have a beautiful girlfriend, but he is not good at contacting girls and is shy. He always thinks about how life is and how beautiful it is. But so what. Constant hope, constant denial of yourself. I seem to see his soul screaming hysterically every night, but I can't find the lost intersection.
I suddenly felt this fear that made me so deep into the bone marrow, as the netizen said: "a sense of crisis." Why is there a sense of crisis? Because your soul has nowhere to put it, your soul is caught in an infinite cycle. If you can't get out, you will live in your own ideal world and never find an exit. There is nothing to be afraid of. The terrible thing is that you will never find the direction, the light in front, and the exit in the future.
Whose youth is not confused, who has never lost himself, but always haunts the past and refuses to let go and look forward to the future, which may always be a speck floating in the world with no home. But this doesn't stop us from moving forward and doing what we are doing. Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.
Back-to-school Prose 8 A faint coolness slipped in from the dark night outside the window and took a deep breath. The faint vanilla flavor in the autumn rain comes from the bottom of my heart, and there is a faint sadness from the horizon.
Mid-Autumn Festival, in the eyes of different people, there will be different moods and feelings. If you are sad, then autumn is a withered grass wailing in the corner, sad and sad. If you are sentimental, autumn is a sad season, with fallen leaves all over the ground, disgusting autumn wind overwhelming, the wind whistling, leaving tears everywhere, then autumn is a parting autumn; If you praise the fruits of autumn, you will admire that autumn is the season of harvest, and autumn is the season of joy, maturity and exultation.
In autumn, the pressure subconsciously felt will also increase. Beautiful scenery, rural fields and heavy fruits give people a good feeling of life. However, every day's work and life are very complicated and tiring, and many pressures bother the thinkers' thoughts, which also makes them look back on the course of the year and take stock of some achievements in the past year. Walking into the quiet autumn, watching the mountains and waters in autumn, listening to the sounds and poems in autumn, shouting out the thoughts and thoughts on weekdays, spreading the irritability between heaven and earth, and letting the troubles accumulated in my heart drift into the autumn rain. Another year is wasted, and there is no harvest, but life, work and time are treated with care, and life still experiences the fullness and happiness brought by the process of pursuing life.
Dreams still exist more than reality, and the heart is not full of sadness because of imagination. Although you can't make waves in the sea, you can make some waves. Even if you live in a small ditch, tiny pearls will still gather in your body under the tempering of years. Since the first poem was published in late autumn of 1988, more than 50 essays, prose poems and poems have been published in newspapers and periodicals at all levels. The writing is still superficial, and a person with an outlook on life, sometimes sentimental, exposes his true self. After so many ups and downs and so many rugged mountain roads. I think I know how to love, how to live, how to work and how to tolerate others, but there are also bitter tears behind my strength. I think I have developed a strong physique in my life, and I can bear the wind and rain in my life calmly like an eagle. When I really needed the will to conquer a steep mountain peak, I suddenly found that my strong hiking shoes were missing from my bag.
A person wandering in the wilderness without direction, can't find an exit, can't find a ray of light, and seems to never walk out of this darkness. It's sultry, irritable and dead, which makes people uncomfortable to breathe.
The message blog recorded every solid or hesitant step in the past three years. The heart is calmly and simply describing the sound. In the faint air, every deep breath reveals the true feelings. A firm will, sometimes, can't control the inner hesitation and anxiety, just like the autumn harvest when there are regrets. In the rustle of autumn, some melancholy words have jumped on bright fruits, and it is difficult to precipitate a breath of life with the weight of life without experiencing wind and rain and screaming and floating years.
There is only one life, and autumn paints this flower with all kinds of gorgeous colors. Wind has a vast space between mountains and rivers, but it can't occupy the territory of ordinary weeds around it. In the day-to-day transition between spring and Qiu Lai, nature is changing gorgeous curtains day by day, the smoke from the countryside outlines the tranquility of the countryside, and the mountains and rivers make the tall buildings in the city look pale in autumn. The noisy neon lights in the city shine, but they are indifferent to the riverside, villages, distant mountains, wheat waves and rice fragrance on the other side. Accumulated impetuousness began to roll in the empty sky. The sky is beautiful and blue, gradually expanding the emptiness in the eyes. The words scattered all over the place in autumn make many unpleasantness in life precipitate in the tranquility of autumn.
The rain began to knock on the window, the keyboard should be tapped with the sound of wind and rain, the words began to dance in the diffuse autumn wind, and the elegant and smart words pierced the curtain of life. Jumping words fall in front of my eyes, my thoughts March on the autumn night when words are piled up, the autumn rain is listening to my story, and the dancing elves are healing the wounds of my heart. Words, the destination of the soul, bring me the will of God and the power of words.
The confidence and happiness precipitated by the years surround me, and my heart calms down in the jump of words. With the arrival of this autumn, we are waiting for the next autumn. The waiting process will be long and difficult. The soul is looking forward to the next sublimation and the next dreamlike autumn harvest. ...
Homecoming Prose 9 Part-time job
I'm tired after working all day.
Drag one's tired body on the road
So I found a more suitable place to live.
I sat on the green belt concrete pier outside the Construction Bank to rest.
Look at the endless traffic under the overpass opposite.
I looked at the neon lights on the house, colorful and brilliant.
I was alone on the street corner,
Thinking about my current situation,
Looking back on my glory and happiness when I was rich,
Look at the helplessness and helplessness when there is no money now.
This down-and-out life and predicament,
Let a person live without dignity.
I have tasted the ruthless reality and cruelty in the world.
I have experienced all the extremes and attitudes of human feelings.
When you are rich, you are relaxed and happy, and your state is casual and chic.
When there is no money, that kind of pain and anxiety, people's state is a trance!
When you have nothing, life is like this:
No money to eat.
Have no money to pay the rent
Have no money to pay the phone bill
No money to pay the bus card fee
There is no fare to go home.
No money to find a stable job.
No one can understand himself without money.
No money, no one to help themselves.
No one really feels sorry for themselves.
No money, no mood for love.
All I want is a full meal.
Now their own survival is facing severe challenges.
Have you ever experienced the feeling that life is worse than death, physical and mental exhaustion and embarrassment?
I am not greedy for anything,
My spirit is haggard with pain.
My relatives said I deserved it,
I think it's right!
Homecoming Prose 10 Looking back at the past and looking at the present, returning to nature is the destination of the soul, and Du Fu has the ambition of "reaching the peak and the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". ; Tao Yuanming has the emotional appeal of "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; Wang Weiyou lamented that "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls into the yen." ...
The charm of nature is eternal in ancient poetry. The long-forgotten history and nature have been vividly expressed by the heartfelt words of dozens of people. Immortal poetry is always inseparable from nature. Nature is beautiful and eternal.
Go into Du Zimei's world and listen to his ambition.
Since ancient times, mankind has had the ideal of "climbing Mount Tai and being small in the world", and has the ambition and confidence to overlook everything. However, what is the real person who conquers nature? In people's minds, nature is sacred and supreme. A man with lofty ideals climbed to the top of Mount Tai, but Du Fu was an outstanding man. He realized life from the beautiful scenery of nature, thus making his ambition immortal. Although he left with time, his spirit came back with time.
I feel that "once I climb to the top of the mountain and peek, I will see that other mountains are short under the sky ..." I am ambitious and look for the destination of my soul.
Walk into Tao Yuanming's world and listen to elegant artistic conception.
"Tao Jinyuan loves chrysanthemums alone" has changed the character of a generation of pastoral poets. Elegant artistic conception is accompanied by chrysanthemums under the east fence, and the figure of an old man lingers at the foot of Nanshan. The sunset glow makes the figure more slender, more energetic, natural in taste and enjoyable. The beauty of nature is harmonious and beautiful. Feel the elegance of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" and find the destination of the soul.
Walk into Wang Mojie's world and listen to infinite sighs.
The scenery beyond the Great Wall is the object of the poet's singing, and Wang Wei feels the same way. He wrote a beautiful and magnificent scene, and infinite sadness intertwined with him in the sunset. Although in adversity, he "does not feel sorry for himself" for the country. He is unwilling to sink, but he is greater after setbacks. The beauty of nature is desolate and vigorous. I feel that "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen: Germany sighs endlessly, looking for the destination of the soul, the destination of the soul-nature." Return to nature and find yourself again; Return to nature, another baptism of wind and rain; Return to nature and instill wisdom again ...