Quiet

I seldom feel quiet, as if it was a very distant thing, as if it was a golden crown on the head of a generation of kings, as if it was a rare and precious metal from another planet at midnight when the spring rain was drizzling, with a pair of sleepless eyes opened, listening to the company of a female host on the radio until dawn, a restless heart became more and more quiet. So I thought, how many people tossed and turned in the depth of midnight? How many souls can’t fall into dreams after being washed by the world of mortals? Then I thought of my distant childhood, as well as distant villages and summer. When I was young, I could open a pair of eyes that were not soaked by the red dust and overlook the starry night sky, listening to the sound of cicadas in the green trees, the young heart seemed to calm down at that moment. In the sweet and vigorous sleep of the night, I dreamed of stars all over the sky and summer cicada’s tireless dance. I didn’t know when I was on the journey and began to suffer from insomnia all night, the melancholy heart was like a heavy roller, which almost suffocated me. When life enters my mind from different directions, when my thoughts accumulate into dust that cannot be cleared, I can’t calm myself down and do what I want to do as I wish, concentrated concentration has become a passing cloud, and it is replaced by absent-minded or unconscious. When endless reverie gathers in my heart, my thoughts are becoming a weird low shrub, all my longings and dreams are covered in this endless shadow. It is undeniable that I feel strange to myself, as if my soul is passing through, is escaping from the palm of my will. The heart was floating at that moment, just like the clouds on the horizon, which could not find the destination and direction. The quietness gradually faded away, and it had become the fairy tale of young people. After reading Zhou Guoping’s essay “quiet”, what I got was a moment of silence and continuous meditation. I didn’t find a real panacea. My brain was like a bomb that could explode at any time! Although I know quietness is a realm of life and a kind of elegant and healthy mental state, I am a wild horse that can’t control the running thoughts. It was not until one day when I saw a temple and an old monk chanting sutras in the wild mountains far away from the hustle and bustle of the city that I truly realized the secret of quietness. Although I couldn’t keep the six roots clean, I was still much empty. I tried my best to refuse the desire of suffering for gain and loss and constant expansion, and let my thoughts belong to the simple and pure original ecology, so that I could feel relieved, only in this way can we fall into a peaceful realm again. Once upon a time, I was driven by the monster of desire and ran wildly in the messy Mire. Facing the immortal old monk, I understood the meaning of Zen, and even more understood the calm and natural coolness of my heart. Then let the heart clean up, empty and empty, let the barren thoughts roll aside, what I need is real thinking and life. This night, I dreamed of the starry sky of my hometown that I had not seen for a long time, and heard the joy of summer cicada floating from the green trees. I really slept quietly, in the wonderful Dreamtalk, I met again completely in my childhood when I went far away. Of course, this is not an end, but a brand new beginning. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

A hundred years of life, but duckweed

I don’t know when I start to feel tired, from the heart to the body, maybe I am really old. A hundred years of life, but duckweed. Always do something to prove your existence. However, what can we really do? I have been shopping for a week, and the shopping mall is just after work. All kinds of brands are passing by, and all kinds of clothes are hanging there. But the discounted clothes are not good-looking. The beautiful clothes are not discounted and have no money; The beautiful clothes can’t be put on, and the clothes are not beautiful and have no figure. Ha, I will never buy the most satisfactory clothes. It seems that I am not at a wanton age and have no capital to play. Even if I talk to my friends like a three-year-old child, speaking unscrupulous words is still more tiring than when you were in school even though you don’t care a lot of things still can’t get rid of that kind of exhaustion from the heart to the body there are always something you can’t learn now there is always a kind of power that makes you lose your there is always a spirit that makes you have to go on. There is always a responsibility that requires you to work hard. It is no longer a wanton age. Although I don’t want to admit that it is always difficult to do the right thing at the right age. Let you distinguish something you don’t want to see, I don’t want to think about the fact that I don’t want to admit. Life is just like this. Life is just a hundred years. Life is just like a wisp of duckweed floating through the long river of history. There is no trace. Does it prove that you have been here? Like a dream, like a real, like a fake, Zhuang Zhou Mengdie! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…