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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