Finally, a few days before the start of the school year, I found a little time to teach my little niece part of the Hanyu Pinyin, some simple Chinese characters, and introductory math, etc., and in the second half of the semester, she'll be in the first grade.
Every day, I take my nephews and nieces to the school where I teach, and the most poetic phrase that comes to mind is that I leave the softest part of my heart with you. To be honest, a few days time to learn not much knowledge, but these days let the children feel the joy of learning, but also I enjoy the joy of family and family.
Whenever I finish a knowledge point, I will let my brother take a break from writing homework and my sister write and draw on the blackboard, with the aim of cultivating their love of school life and treating learning as a joyful thing to do. So the two children were in high spirits, drawing and writing, full of whimsy. The two baby's hands were chalk dust stained with flowers, very naughty and cute, my heart melted, love in the corner of my eye overflow, and then a sentence came to mind: children can be taught, as long as there is a strong faith, the promise can be fulfilled.
Heaven and earth, ancestors, land, children, I am still the same pious old farmer, in the hard management of their own fields: fertilizer, pruning, watering plants and trees, and then waiting for the harvest season.
I give all my maternal love to my dear children, and just the thought that they are slowly growing up, learning knowledge, learning to be human beings, and being able to develop good qualities of heart until they grow up to be useful to the society, makes my heart rejoice, and it's a great joy in expectation. All these prayers and love come from having a mother who is full of great love. My mother taught me the motto of love: accept every angel with a big heart and make them successful. The family tradition has been passed on to me, and I am up to the task.
I have been guiding the little ones with patience, always with a smile on my face, and even if there is a pout, it is a pretense of seriousness, because the heart is soft and tender, where it is wrapped in sweetness and coziness: my children, the love of my life.
As time lengthens, as the years pass, my heart is getting softer and softer in the face of my children, more and more cherished. I don't know if this is the gift of time or the totem of my heart, anyway, I am willing to devote all my heart to them, love is the ultimate faith of the soul.
It's been a long time since I opened my heart like this and wrote such a soft and emotive text, and it's with the kind of essence that a mother hen protects her cubs, chattering and lingering. In the fast hand brush to Gannan singer Asang Damba embrace swaddled in the second, a seven-foot man's tender eyes, instantly can melt the snow on the snowy mountains thousands of years of snow, fatherly love is almost overflowing out of the screen of the phone. Assan Damba's song, as his heavenly voice has echoed in my heart, love has no limit, tenderness has no limit. When a person gives the best and warmest heart to children, the world is peaceful and happy.
A person, in the process of growing up, to have the ability to hide dirt, too masculine, will not be able to feel the dust of the mundane world, too much down, and will fall into the mire of the world, then, in the right place to do the right thing, is the flow of goodness, self-completion.
In 2003, I experienced the SARS outbreak because I couldn't understand it y, so I didn't have a deep impression. The thing that aroused me to cherish life was the 5.12 earthquake. Until early this year, the new crown epidemic, changed me too much, compassion, should become a new faith in life.
When the park lifted the ban on the day, hear the birds chirping, see the willow branches with green fuzzy shoots swaying back and forth in the breeze, the lake frogs rising and falling croak croak sound, wearing masks people can keep the distance in the sunshine, free breathing, exercise, square dancing, walking, my heart on the happy, sweeping away the haze of many days, feel the life of a strong and meaning too. The delicate heart is filled with love and prayers at this moment: it is good to be alive!
In all directions, east and west, south and north, every life and your life has a convergence, you feel the spread of the bosom of the relief, not to mention your closest relatives and loved ones! I believe that at some point in time, people are able to reach the realm of emptiness and forgetfulness, and at a particular moment in time, your life has the experience of compassion, which can really be described as an epiphany.
People must learn to be hard, in order to be in the waves of life, to find their own home, from weak to strong, all the way through the storm to break through the end of the world. And age to a certain time, everything seems to rewind back, your heart will slowly fade that strong protective layer, and little by little back to soft, calm, chaotic, you even fantasize that in addition to gratitude and forgiveness and compassion, you can no longer find other appropriate words, placed in the depths of the sea of your heart, pointing to the second half of your life. You smile a truly innocent smile, your love is strong enough to embrace the seasons, and even on sandy days, your eyes remain clear and bright in anticipation of eternal spring.
You loved, you rubbed your heart and gave all the tenderness of the beautiful worldly things, melting anywhere your feet could touch.
Since I was a child, I have heard my father say more than once: people can not have a woman's heart, especially if a man has a woman's heart, can not do great things. Many years later, I found my father's attitude to life from the "Guigu Zi", the book, in my home has been put, to my not confused to think a little something. And father *** with experienced a very helpless thing, my father in other people as honest elm lumps, and finally said: the man recognized the wolf as hemp color it. The implication is that his daughter is not stupid, only the daughter does not want to puncture the trick of being cheated, want to leave others a trace of dignity only. This is one of the few times my father affirmed this to me. From my childhood to my education, in the process of strengthening my life, my father played the role of teaching me how to stand on society, and my mother taught me compassion, and I have been able to power in between, and have a more complete personality: in, have the strength to be tenacious; in, be able to find the idyllic garden. Grateful for every step of growth in life.
Back to the original topic, the softest space in the heart, stored in love and affection, return to the world, traveling through the world, feel the rhythm and harmony of life: the softest place in my heart to leave you, as long as you are willing to let the dream slide into the sea of my heart.
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