Meditation

Only at the moment of lifting the pen can the heart be calm. This may be an excuse for no reason. I always feel a little sad when I go back to school from home. I still love home. Although I was alone in other places a long time ago, I still couldn’t help thinking about people or things in my family. It seems that this problem can’t be changed. It’s good to take some time from trivial matters every day to make yourself Ponder, calm down and think wildly or reverie. I like the feeling that belongs to me. It is neither self-admiring, nor the kind of serene and elegant pursuit of literati. I am not a literati, but a painter who occasionally writes essays without tea like Longjing, A cup of boiled water can also wash away the world deep in the heart. At this time, I should be a nostalgic person, thinking about the group of children who were chased by others and played mud together while stealing watermelons from other people; Thinking about the young boy who looked up at the stars and kept imagining under the night sky; I also thought about the first girl who came into my heart during the ignorant period. At this time, I was even a scavenger, picking up the fragments abandoned by time carefully. The autumn night was very cold, and the kind of cold that I didn’t have any feelings, I always miss those past which are worth guarding with my whole life. But the whole life is too long, the Spring flowers bloom and fall, the swallows go and return, after a long time, have I been carved without edges and corners? When you know how stars shine, are you willing to have fairy tales in your world? Growth is sometimes a terrible word. I really don’t know which side the balance of gain and loss will be on the road of growth. Maybe eternity on the road of growth means monotony. Who is willing to keep the innocent happiness like a child forever instead of growing up? But sometimes I really don’t want to stop the hurried steps that I don’t know where to go. Why? I don’t know, and I won’t be stubborn to look for answers. Maybe I am afraid that if I stop, I will find that I have lost or missed a lot of good things, which will make me feel heartbroken. Only when I keep running can I find an excuse not to face it. But I also feel tired, confused, hesitant and even afraid, not afraid of the darkness of the night, but afraid of the darkness in my heart. So I stopped quietly and lived in a corner of my heart. Maybe only at this time does it belong to me, not someone else’s me. I use to think about why or for whom to fight, cry or laugh. I always believe that everyone has a lonely time and a world of his own, which is his own private garden. Even his beloved lover cannot kiss open the tightly closed window. It was a lost world. The infinitely small one couldn’t let others stop, and the infinitely large one let himself gallop freely. I like autumn, especially the wilderness of autumn without wind. The slightly yellowish leaves in the distance are like a key to open the heart, savoring the small world full of autumn in no one

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