Chapter 1: Listening to Inner Writing My heart is a stone.
The wind is blowing, and it rolls on the hillside from high to low. It rolled from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain and was finally stopped by a bigger stone. The stone was covered with scratches and abrasions, but it didn't care about them. Because I fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, I was very sad and lost.
Late at night, my heart began to tell me its story. This is a heart as hard as a stone. It was born at the top of the mountain. It tells me that the scenery on the top of the mountain is beautiful, sometimes touched by clouds, sometimes wrapped in snow, bathed in the brightest sunshine at noon and shining with the brightest stars at night ... The years are quiet, as if every day is a brilliant chapter, as if this beauty will last forever.
But nothing in the world is static. With the crustal movement, the mountains are getting higher and higher, and the wind at the top of the mountain is getting stronger and stronger. This stone can't stand this huge wind any longer-it falls from high to low and rolls on the hillside.
My heart is telling me and complaining to me: why is it a hard stone? For it, every breath is a test. It has been polished from rough edges to smooth, its shape has changed and its color has changed-even I can't recognize its face.
My heart and I were closely connected at a very young age. I can't live without it, and of course it can't live without me. We are interdependent, but we are not familiar with each other. I've never really talked to this hard rock in my body. I don't know what it's thinking.
But now I hear it crying. Whenever night falls, it and I are in tears, suffering from high to low. My heart began to tremble, and I heard its faint whisper: "I want to be a drop of water."
I also want to turn my heart into a drop of water.
When the temperature drops, it condenses into a piece of ice; When the sun comes out, it becomes a cloud; In the morning, it turns into dew to wake up the earth; When winter comes, bravely jump down from the clouds and become a snowflake; Summer has come, and it flows into the sea with the rolling river.
No matter how things change, water always exists tenaciously in liquid, solid and gas, but water has a hard and unique persistence without stones. I would like to turn my heart into a huge water drop, which sometimes turns into steam freely, sometimes it is soft water, sometimes it is hard ice.
With a broad mind like the sea, people are not just a piece of skin. The heart will talk, there will be waves, and there will be peace. Living with such a heart, it seems that all the pain experienced is just a grain of sand on the beach-it will eventually be swallowed up by the vast sea. Soft and hard, the human heart is so changeable that nothing can destroy it.
Thanks to the whispers in the dark, I clearly realized myself.
There used to be a heavy stone in my heart, but now there is light water in my heart.
Chapter 2: Listen to your heart. When you are depressed, have you ever thought about being happy? When your time flies, have you ever wanted to cherish it? When you do something wrong and think of regret, have you ever thought about starting? When you say something wrong and want to regret it, have you ever thought about saying it? Do you think you are free and easy when your heart is talking?
Time stayed in the morning when the downpour came, but I had a nightmare that I couldn't get rid of. It keeps raining, which makes people feel cold. This makes me very happy, with a cold heart, to wake my kind grandfather up for dinner, and I thought as I walked, Grandpa is really a slacker! The trembling mouth couldn't help laughing. However, nothing is like this.
When I went, I saw the light in grandpa's room as if it were whiter than pewter. Look at grandpa again. Grandpa doesn't seem to sleep well, because he didn't cover himself with a quilt and only slept sideways in thin clothes. After all, it's winter, and I don't have to think about it. It's a little cold, but grandpa is not normal, which makes me feel very strange. At the moment when I naughty pulled up his left hand, I felt my whole beating heart suddenly stopped. I feel so quiet around, even horribly quiet, as if a needle would pass through the valley and a breeze would blow in from the window, which made me even more creepy.
I was so scared that I ran to tell my parents as fast as I could. The result was bad news, which made me panic. Facing my kind grandfather, I shed tears. But I didn't say a word until grandpa was buried. I was silent. Although the surface is not so good, but the heart is very empty. I don't understand what that is. Maybe I lost a relative or someone who loved me.
Now that I am grown up, I am in tears when I think of that moment, because I regret it, because my silence didn't tell my grandfather what I was thinking, because I was shy and silent, because my pride was suffering, and I regret it all my life.
Now, I want to speak my mind out loud. I want people all over the world to know, Grandpa, I'm sorry ... Grandpa, forgive me for not being sensible at that time, okay? Grandpa, I really want to tell you that I love you. I really want to tell you that I can't bear to part with you and want you to hold my hand forever; I really want to tell you that I love your white beard the most, and I love you touching my little face with it. The itchy feeling hasn't changed ... Now, I can't hold your hand, touch your beard, look at your kind face, or listen to you talk about the Qian Qian world. At that moment, I didn't say anything to grandpa. I know I was wrong, and I regret it. I don't know if it's still useful to say it now Can grandpa hear or understand? I miss him, I love him, and I miss the temperature when he holds my hand. Touching my little head to him is my naughty turn and I miss him. ...
However, now that I say it, at least I feel a little free and easy, and I am not as depressed as before.
So cherish the people who love you in front of you, don't wait to lose them, and don't wait until you have dark circles to know how to go to bed early and get up early. So listen to your heart and speak the truest words, so that you will be free and easy!
Chapter 3: Listening to the Soul Writing If the room of the soul is not cleaned, it will be full of dust, and the dusty heart will become gloomy and confused. The fast-paced study and life makes me like a top being whipped every day. I haven't listened to my inner voice for a long time, and I almost forgot who I am.
Biting a pen, frowning, staring at the complicated problems in front of me, this is my biggest fear of mathematics. It has been like this since junior high school, and now things in senior high school are even more difficult. Even if you listen carefully in class and finish your homework carefully, you will hit a wall everywhere when you really need to fight. Although others have been telling me that everyone is equal, I know best that there is a gap between people. When the teacher wrote a blackboard full of questions on the blackboard, some students could quickly understand and answer the questions at a glance, while I was still pondering the meaning of the questions. If not, what is the gap? So now I really don't believe I can conquer it. Faced with full of setbacks and disappointments, I am more confused about the road ahead. Why did I give and get nothing?
Listen. I have something to say-think about the math problems I have solved, and think about whether I feel particularly fulfilled when solving those problems. Keep trying bravely. If you don't even have the courage to try, you can't even touch the edge of success. Not all efforts will be rewarded, but no efforts will not be rewarded. What you fear most is to break through. Thank you for the pain caused by these questions. This is your homework. You have to start training from it and then break through, so that you can really get rid of it.
And not everything in life will meet your own wishes. I don't want to think about the relationship between people so complicated. As long as you are good to me, I will be good to you wholeheartedly. Maybe if you bring me a poisonous apple, I will eat it without hesitation because I trust you very much. So I can't remember how many times I was stabbed in the back. I care about betraying me. I rely on abandoning me. Of course I don't understand what I did wrong. The friendship I tried to maintain may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of others.
I cried at the beginning, and being betrayed by the person I trust most is a very painful thing. I don't know why they can't think of me from my point of view. Even if I try to be a good girl in their eyes, I have thought from their point of view countless times. But gradually, I found that only one or two people around me can really care about themselves. How important you think you are to others, but they don't care about you at all.
Listen, the heart has something to say-some love makes people sad, but it also gives some growth in return; Some hate makes people crazy, but it also inspires some potential as compensation. It doesn't matter what others think of you. Don't be yourself in the eyes of others. The only important thing is to be yourself and be your present mood. The teacher said that to accept others, we should also learn to accept ourselves. Everyone will encounter some painful things, and the mood is like clothes. Take it to wash when it is dirty, and the sun will naturally disperse.
The word "strong" is easier said than done, and it is normal to be sad when you are sad. However, no matter how you cry or lick your wounds, you should smile in front of others and show your brightest side. Living a better life is the best blow to those who have hurt you. Crying at yourself and laughing at others, this is the so-called life.
Regarding fate, the heart says that life is an excuse for losers, luck is a modest word for winners, and complaining is only a sign of cowardice. Hard work is the attitude of life.
Life is only a few decades, how can there be so much time for you to struggle? Know your heart and do what you want. Don't be surprised, look at the flowers in front of the court, stay or stay, and look at the clouds outside.