Home for the Soul
A selection of beautiful essays:
Home for the Soul
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It's a place where you can talk freely
Distill the good things you've learned
Wash away the depression and sadness of your heart
Whether or not anyone claps:
You have to believe in your own vision
You can talk there when you're hurt and sing there when you're happy
A little bit at a time makes a small stream
You can sing there when you're happy.
We have to believe in our own vision
If you are hurt, go there to say something
If you are happy, come there to sing
Little by little, we will become a stream
Only a stream can be merged into a river
Our final destination is the ocean
We are not afraid of the twists and turns of the sea
We are only calling out for the ideals in our hearts.
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This is a place to make friends
Sweet and sour, bitter and salty can be stirred there
Colorful life is sailing there
Please don't underestimate your own strength
Please don't lose the direction of progress
Please don't look forward to wasting the time (work review)
Please don't look forward to wasting time.
Please don't wander and get entangled in the narrow ground
The good thing about life is to watch the scenery along the way
Only by walking can we see the perfect expectations
Even if we live to the end, we will still be able to smile with ease
Just because you can say
Your life is to dedicate and burn
This is the place to write as you wish
This is the place to write as you like.
It's a place to write whatever you want
It doesn't matter how many words you have or the quality of the words
Express what's in your heart
Dissolve all the stress and maintain your health
Release the positive energy
Help other people to solve their problems and take the wrong path less often
Be less worried and confused
Open up your mind and increase the passion for life
Love your surroundings
You're the only one who can say what you want.
Love everyone around you and others
When you want to go home
Remember that this is your home
Words are always our companions
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The past can't be wiped away
Because it's the path you've grown up in
Songs and sorrows along the way
The journey has been rewarding and rewarding.
Laughter and expectations along the way
Whether it's a bumpy road or a smooth one
Only through hard work and sweat
Can you see flowers bloom
Every song you sing
Is a release of your feelings
*** Complementing the calm
Life is about the sunshine in the ordinary
Please put your heart in the right place, and make sure that it's not the sunshine in the ordinary. p>
Please put your heart in the harbor of this home
Selected essays:
Looking for the home of the soul
To this day, I y understand that a person sometimes suddenly produce behavior, is even his own unexpected, this behavior in the occurrence of no thought before the preparation, but the consequences may affect his life.
One dull summer day, at five o'clock in the morning, I woke up in the sound of birdsong outside the house, and then dressed and washed up, and there was no difference between everything and the usual. The next thing is a bit strange, with the usual is not the same, I suddenly feel that the birds outside the window chirping some personality, that exquisite sound beat my hearing, but also make me for no reason a stunned. So I went up to open the window and peeked out to see the earth that was gradually becoming more and more distinct in the morning sun, and my eyes were gripped by the distant mountains. It was as if a huge slap came from the underworld and struck my brain with a loud bang, and at that moment I was almost out of my mind and almost fainted. As if I had fallen into the abyss without noticing, I clearly felt that there was a magical power from nature that controlled me, so that I could not help but go with it.
In this situation, I made a decision that surprised myself and others: to find a piece of paradise of my own! From the wife and children are still asleep to leave a vague proof of the direction of the note, to pack up a simple luggage out of the door to jump on the bus to a distant place, my action is as fast as a military operation. For a teacher who had always stayed within the walls of the school, almost cut off from the outside world, this trip was indeed a bit strange. The school was not yet on summer vacation, and as I sat in the car, immersed in the *** of speed, I thought of the Monday morning when the dean of the faculty couldn't find me, who had always been quiet and on track, and I released a kind of mischievous triumph from the bottom of my heart. The body lazily leaned against the back of the sponge seat, comfortable and feel a sense of transcendence, the morning is not too strong sunlight through the car window glass on the face, in front of my eyes squinting, golden dust particles dance a kind of illusory ecstasy.
I can't tell you whether my fascination with the simplicity, serenity, and far-reaching idyllic life depicted in classical poetry began with the old professor at the university, who was a Taoist immortal, and his brilliant commentary on Tao Yuanming and Wang Wei, or whether it began with the childhood and adolescence that I have often revisited in my dreams over the years, and the years I spent in the countryside. In short, in the long period of bookish life caused by the closure and rigidity, and more and more surging impact on the heart of the materialistic desire and fashion constitute a huge contrast, I have always felt myself by the conflict of the mind to make the six God, dizzy, as if there is always something blocked in the chest to make me gasp but breath. Now I was finally like a prisoner escaping from prison, looking out over the fields and mountains, able to breathe freely, as if a fish that had been stranded for a long time had suddenly swum back into the vast waters. I am convinced that this trip is not a wandering, but to return to the paradise of my heart, like a young man who left his home to break through the world, and now has become a great man to return to his hometown.
At dusk, I stood on an empty street in a small town, and no one noticed me intruding into their peace and quiet. There is no city that false colorful and flashy scene, completely a small model of the countryside town, when my feet stopped in the farmhouse that is not very neat, but very rich in smoke and fire atmosphere in front of the courtyard, I seem to have found their own home. The city for many years, the mind in the hustle and bustle of the fight has been exhausted, a long time will be yearning for a place far away from the interests of the realm, and now to be able to quietly savor this has belonged to my openness and ease.
Sixteen years ago, when I was in high school in this town, my eyes were fixed on the many wondrous things outside the town, and I did not think for a moment that one day I would come back, pick up those things I had thrown away, and scrutinize them as if they were holy relics. At that time, I was struggling in the whirlwind of poverty and hunger, and my heart longed to leave that remote and closed village forever, and make my way in the outside world. Now when the ideal of my youth has turned into a suffocating reality, I have become obsessed with this very simple and unassuming life, as if I had gone in a circle and returned to the place from which I started. Lying on the rough and simple bed in the small guest house, with the dim yellow lamps, turning over a few books of ancient Chinese landscape and idyllic poems that were packed into the travel bag in a hurry, I was intoxicated in the "long in the cage, and then returned to the natural" that kind of ease and contentment in the realm, the mood is like a vast expanse of autumn water, calm and peaceful.
Throughout the hot summer, I wandered aimlessly in the loess and mountains around my hometown. I walked with tenderness and expectation, and with my own restless heart, I greedily felt the heavy, thick and cool breath of the yellow earth, as if I were once again experiencing those real and bitter feelings experienced in the countryside at the beginning of my life. When I knocked on the door of a dilapidated farmhouse with a son's respect, and I remembered those kind and simple image, the same distinctive and vivid face to talk, the tide of feelings always breaks through the gate of the world, those who reach out to touch the soul and the hot words, so that I shed tears of gratitude and pleasure.
For many years, I have been living in a state of chaos, thinking that I have explored the benefits of life and all the secrets of life, but in the heart of the fissure again and again, I gradually realized that those things in their own hands, how flimsy and pale. I used to think that I had already established a firm footing in life, who knew that at this moment I realized that I had always been suspended in the air. In front of those who are determined to only bury their heads in sweat is fundamental, I seem how weak and trivial, all the thoughts, are not as good as that in the shade of the tree quietly regurgitating the sun and moon of a cow, meaningful eyes.
However, I still feel a kind of diaphragm and rusty. More than a decade of city life is like a mold, I have been cast into some kind of rigid stereotypes of things, and now to cope with the environment without modification and forgery, tasting the original flavor of the earth, I have appeared to be very clumsy and slow. I had even lost the acumen to discern the direction of the wind, to enjoy the coolness of the morning dew, and to recognize a weed from a field of crops, and I realized with sadness and despondency that I was forever disqualified from being the master of this land. According to the original plan, I intend to roam a hundred miles around the region, and then return to my hometown - a small village called burnt Fanggou circle like a finishing touch, in order to make my trip from the spirit of a * * *, but I was alone to drink in the disappointment and sadness of the heart.
That day I went all over the village to look for familiar villagers, including childhood friends is now full of vicissitudes of life of the man, but only saw a few hold a small grandchildren of the old man, asked, only to know that many young adults are out of the country to earn money to go. This makes me can't help but be stunned, those were I temporarily forget a lot of days of materialistic desire, and suddenly from the bottom of the heart, like a tongue of fire like burning me. Could it be that I thought I was in a piece of land without the smell of rust, and then ran into the devil that had made me lose my mind? Where is the home of my soul?
On a sparsely wooded hillside outside the village, I ran into a couple of disheveled children grazing a herd of mixed-color goats. I asked them who their fathers were and where they had gone. One of the older children asked me with a puzzled look on his face, "You haven't seen my father? My father is working in your city! Last month, he sent back 500 yuan, so that my mother to tell me a daughter-in-law,......, next to a few partners immediately jostled each other, face showed a dirty look. I was like what hit my head, a kind of pain from the depths of the soul filled the whole body. So I asked them if they went to school, a few children shook their heads blankly. I'd like to say something, as if my lips were pressed on a stone plate, and I opened my mouth without saying anything.
I was silent.
I do not dare to admit that the spiritual paradise that I have been searching for, will be in the nooks and crannies of the mountain in the yellow land where the spiritual world is still impoverished.
For a long, long time after my return, I always felt that modern man's search for a spiritual home was futile. When the poetic, passionate fantasies of childhood and adolescence, drowned by the tide of time, how can we really find those precious thoughts and emotions? In the vastness of the world, only the wind of the moment constantly blowing through the ears, such as our trekking in the heavy breathing.
The beautiful selection of three:
The home of the heart
I often look for my hometown, the home of my heart.
On the shore of the mighty Yellow River, on the top of the majestic Mount Tai, on the surging sea, in the rustic fields, in the flow of the babbling brook, the hometown of my soul, where are you?
I'm a wanderer who can't find his hometown, so I miss you more, the hometown of my soul, did I lose you? Or have you abandoned me?
I ran wild in the wilderness of the mind, I want to use the exhaustion of running to throw off the annoyance, with the labor to forget the hustle and bustle of the city, with a lonely mind, to perceive the depths of nature, then you will not give me a surprise, step on the sound of your heart to come in style. The hometown of my heart! Give me a deep embrace in the midst of suffering, will you? Let me smell the flavor of your long goodbye, let me perceive your philosophical wisdom of the exposition, let me use the past years and your alliance, okay?
There is a saying in Zen, "Everywhere there is a home, everywhere there is no home, and the place where the heart is at peace is home.
But I don't know where my heart should be placed. I don't know if I've laid a solid foundation for my life. So I often choose to wander, to the ends of the earth, to find the home of my heart.
In the search again and again, sometimes I and it pass by, sometimes I seem to see the shadow of it, but always difficult to catch it, which doomed me to another wandering. No one can not have a hometown ah, it is the fundamental place of people, it is the birthplace of the human soul, in the world after the lonely struggle in the world, I am more eager to return to the hometown of my soul. But where are you? Where are you hiding? The first thing I want to do is to find out how to get to the home of my soul.
The first time I went to the city, I was in the quiet valley, in the natural breeze, I seemed to be close to the home of my soul, but once I returned to the city, a into the crowd, I was bewildered and do not know the home of the soul to go where.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who was a man of the world.
While burying himself in the ranks of the searchers, and constantly pick up the books of the philosophers, read carefully, slowly chewed. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this. To the heart to make some place, in fact, the heart of the hometown, it did not abandon me far away, it is hidden in the deepest part of my mind, it is looking forward to me to call it, it reminds me everywhere with a conscience to cultivate it.
Oh, I know! The home of the heart, I only wiped off the dust, washed the soul, you will reveal the bright head, regardless of the former, and I shake hands.
Life's most distant distance is not the road, but into the distance of their own home of the heart, there are people all their lives, are lost in their own home, he is caught in a circle of their own making can not pull themselves out. Some people spend their whole life searching for it, but they are not able to find it, that is the result of his exertion but not his heart. There is the man who searches diligently, who finds his spiritual home, but does not cultivate the flowers with care, and therefore his garden is filled with sparse flowers and luxuriant grass. Some people take their spiritual home and beautify it into a harbor for rest and appreciation for all generations.
Each of us is the gardener of his own spiritual home, lazy gardener, let the yard flowers and grass grow freely. Diligent gardener, will give the flowers in the yard to weed and catch insects, fertilization and loosening of the soil, in a particular moment of life, open a piece of brilliant flowers. Smart and diligent gardener, will choose the flower seeds, carefully cultivated life's most gorgeous flowers, so that it becomes the life of the dynamic landscape, beautiful and elegant flowers, where exudes a burst of fragrance, pleasing to themselves and pleasing to people.
When a person's spiritual home is full of flowers, he must be away from the vulgar, out of the low taste, has a light and calm, into the realm of greatness, life is so, literature has been so, we need to continue to realize, wake up, and continue to seek, and constantly to create, in order to be able to approach the realm of the best and the most beautiful.
The home of the soul, you are the unique landscape of each person. You reflect the high and low of a soul, you reflect the ideological character of the person. Only often wipe their minds, in order to filter out the truth, goodness and beauty, in order to polish their names in the years.