My humble place (the other one)

Last night, I dreamed of my grandmother, who was very peaceful and warm, as if it was not a dream, but a reality. My dream is always full of sadness and tears after my grandmother just passed away. Later, it turned out to be fear and fear. Now it is as kind and real as daily life. When my body and mind are extremely exhausted, I fall asleep at night, and I will be comforted by fragrant dreams. After a long journey, I finally lived in a narrow hotel after a hard and difficult running. That night, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow. That night, I dreamed of Grandma again. Therefore, I knew that it I am time to go home. Grandma, I’m tired. Grandma, let me go home with you tonight. It turns out that family affection can really surpass the boundary of life and death, convey love and hope to the living people, and give us the power to move forward. Once you say something about your missing, you will inevitably feel a little melodramatic. However, when it falls on paper, it will always feel superficial. Only silent in the former emperor, buried deep in the memory. It is the safest and most reliable existence. (Ii) my humble place the general appearance of life is not poverty and desolation, but wealth and abundance on the contrary. It is even an absurd luxury. Therefore, we always make our appearance bright and bright to cover our inner humbleness. Only primitive people agree that they are an animal and have the souls of leopord, Tiger, Eagle or lion. Primitive people combined themselves with nature, and they never wanted to conquer things. I just hope to live in harmony. As for their books, lions are spirits, Tigers symbolize reason, leopards symbolize life. I dare not tell my humble points easily, just as I can’t tell those beautiful things. Indeed, how many people dare to look directly into their hearts? We want to own, but we are afraid of losing. We want it, but we are afraid of giving. Human beings always suffer from gains and losses in this way, and suffer from the ups and downs of life. But you can’t watch the beauty of all living beings like birds, and have a vast heart like the sky without planting or accepting. I like wind, clouds, trees, lakes, grasslands and mountains. I live in nature and feel my humble places one by one. When I was lonely, my humbleness was even more exposed. I am afraid of loneliness. No one will like loneliness except God and beast. Some loneliness is wrong to say, and some loneliness will cause trouble if it is broken. So we can only keep silent, in the infinite time and space. I look down and look up for a lifetime. Smile and meditation solidified into a stone statue, between sadness and comfort, between dream and wake up, between you and me, fall, fall, falling whenever you look at the back of those people you once believed deeply, or hesitate to the indifferent attitude of the people you love deeply. You can try to put aside depression and think about this sentence. All people are an independent individual. Repeat this sentence in my heart twice, three times, or even more times. In fact, everyone is lonely. Time runs counter to memory, and the deep thoughts drop into tears. Looking back at the previous life, we will meet each other in this life. It will take several rounds and several rounds of kowtowing wishes to make Lotus a happy ferry. And every sentence I wrote down is not a confession of my mind. Every tear I shed is not the vibration of my heart. I dare not tell my humble points easily, just as I can’t tell those beautiful things.

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