The distance of the heart

Planned 3 yue decoration more than two months, buy furniture according to goods than 3 home old I visited almost all over the R Us furniture market, coupled with I see market wife set of principles, the furniture of a house can only be counted in one month. Finally, I can sit down and knock on the keyboard to write something. Open the computer and you can’t concentrate your thoughts. Your fingertips are swimming on the keyboard. Scenery? Write? Write something? I suddenly felt that a retired old man who left his job didn’t have so many writing themes when he was on duty. For nearly half a year, I have been busy with home decoration, the market and the pots and pans of my husband. It’s not like the past when I was busy shuttling back and forth among migrant workers, typing words and making watches, and making phone messages. Although he was busy at that time, he could also seize the details of life in his spare time, even if it was a mountain flower, a crow and a touch of red glow. Because a single person can only be accompanied by mountains, flowers, Sun and Moon in addition to work. Even in a low-rise studio, many people, scenes and things have been written with an old computer accompanying me. What to write? Six months to adequate out Portal, hand don’t touch pen and paper. If you want to write something, your mind is home, home. Home is just pots and pans. Home is just the housework that can’t be finished every day. Home is just the endless nagging by someone around your ears. When I got home, I just had the wind blowing on the slope. I had something to look for my eldest brother. I have also written that home is harbor, and that strangers miss their families. The vacation of more than ten days a year does make people feel the warmth of the harbor, but in reality I have a feeling of fragrance from far to near. I know this feeling is very bad, so I will regard it as the running-in of menopause. I opened a prose of homesickness in the past few years when the mouse was swimming unintentionally: Miss Your Breath, Eyes, miss your plain and real figure. I was thinking about your image and time intertwined, just beside the needleleaf pine in front of my window. I stretched out my hand to take it, and returned to Wan empty. Retreating the thoughts of the Hunchback, the autumn chrysanthemum we ordered together on the windowsill revealed the titbits through the scriptures, which seemed to be your happy smiling face. But that’s how I thought, thinking, from the inside to the watch, from the body to the heart, in my breath, between my heart and hands, all are full of love thoughts for my family. Looking at it depends on some understanding of pots and pans. I suddenly remembered a passage I had read: A Saint bathing by the River saw a family shouting angrily on the bank of the river, then turned around and asked his disciple: why do people shout at each other? The disciple thought for a while and answered: They shouted loudly because they couldn’t be angry. However, they are next to you, why do you shout, you can tell him what you said softly. His disciples gave some answers, but they were not convincing. Finally, the Saint explained: when two people get angry with each other, there is a distance between their hearts. In order to cross this distance and let each other hear, they must shout. The more angry they are, the longer the distance between them will be, and the more they will shout. What will happen when they fall in love? They would not shout at each other, but speak softly, because their hearts are close, and there is no distance or short distance between them. And what will happen when they fall in love more? They would not speak out, just whisper, which on the contrary made their love stronger. In the end, they don’t even need to whisper any more, just looking at each other silently is enough. They were so intimate when they fell in love. Therefore, when you quarrel, don’t let each other’s hearts apart, don’t say anything that makes each other more distant. Otherwise, one day, the distance between heart and heart will be very long, which makes you unable to go back and let the heart get closer again. This dialogue between the Saint and the disciple properly confirmed my mentality after retirement. Although I had a communication distance with her who had been away for several years, I would try my best to shorten it, I think the distance between our hearts will be closer and closer. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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. 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There is a gray Sparrow at the door

It was a sunny afternoon in spring, and the large courtyard was extremely quiet. Maybe it’s because adults go to work and children go to school, but because of physical reasons, I still sleep comfortably in bed. When I opened a pair of sleepy eyes from this rare quiet time, I was shocked immediately! Because through the open door, I saw a sparrow which was gray and not flowing in autumn, jumping and foraging freely under the tall oak tree silently. I came to the spirit immediately, or it seemed that I was injected with a stimulant by the nurse. I simply sat up from the bed, concentrating on the actions of this long-lost uninvited guest. I tried my best not to make any noise. I was afraid that the gray sparrow staying at the door of the room would be disturbed and fly away with its wings flapping out in panic. In that way, some rare surprise or intoxicating experience in this afternoon of warm spring may be discounted because of the sudden departure of gray sparrows. Don’t underestimate this single gray sparrow. It seems timid and extremely brave. Because of the courage and courage of the common people in the birds, they appeared at our doorstep unnoticed. I mean, in this small Jiangnan city filled with reinforced concrete, it seems that I haven’t seen sparrows for some years. Is it two or three years? God knows! Especially watching the jumping, foraging and expression of a sparrow at such a close distance is a unique thing. Now, with great enthusiasm, interest and patience, I carefully watch every tiny movement of this Sparrow who looks like a VIP at the door of the room. I want to say that I haven’t seen my friend for a long time. I want to say I’m really sorry, but I finally said nothing. At this moment, the sunshine outside the window was very good. That tall oak tree cast a shade, while that lovely Lonely Sparrow jumped or foraged in this comfortable shade. Say? The sparrow that came into my eyes looked so lonely, haggard and thin. It seemed to be more gray than the country sparrow in my memory. I think this may be the cause of environmental pollution. Almost all sparrows in the city are gray-headed and gray-faced, and even face the possibility of no trace. Thinking like this, I felt more sympathetic to this poor Sparrow. I suddenly realized that when I woke up from my sleep till now, I haven’t heard its crisp sound yet! Are the sparrows in the city no longer able to sing? Although sparrows are far less than larks among birds and are not excellent singers, how can a happy Sparrow not sing? It is so lonely and lonely. Maybe this gray sparrow jumping or foraging alone didn’t know there was someone in the room peeping at it attentively. If it knew, it might fly away as fast as running for its life. Besides, this man had hurt so many of his companions when he was young? I AM said that in the ancient and plain countryside, I had climbed up the wall for many times to touch birds and eggs, and even buried iron clips on the ground to kill the restless sparrows. But the sparrows in the countryside are ALWAYS GENEROUS. It seems that they do not bear grudges and still live under the eaves of the peasant family or have children. They are originally permanent residents in the village. Now, I am staring at this gray sparrow lying at the door of the house. My mood is very complicated, and at the same time, because of its trust, I am filled with infinite gratitude. Because anyway, this lonely Sparrow reminds me of the long and happy country life, let me live in the city for a long time feel the wonderful and luxurious experience given to my soul by the visit of birds. The gray sparrow seemed to be full, and it finally stopped its tiny steps, he shrank his head as if he was sleeping soundly under the shade of the tree. What a lovely and pitiful gray sparrow this is. I don’t want to ask his companions, just like the huge Sparrow cluster falling from the sky like raindrops in the countryside in my memory has long been lost, I just want to say thank you, my friend, for letting me have peace and feeling close to some kind of divinity in this lazy afternoon in spring. The messy footsteps finally rang out in the courtyard, and all the tranquility and calmness were broken. The sleepy sparrow flew away with a scream. The first time I heard its cry, it turned out to be hurried, panic and uneasy. Facing the direction that it flew in a hurry, I felt moved, guilty and melancholy for a long time. I think I will scatter some rice at the door of the room tomorrow. I hope this lovely gray sparrow will visit again. I can stay for a while at my door, in my heart which is drying up day by day, it can sprinkle a string of transparent happy songs like rain. In this way, my boring guilty desire to atone for sin may be much more peaceful and happy. 1500 words Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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. 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