Life of spot

All kinds of people around us are like shining light spots one by one, which surround us in a beautiful halo. Gradually, some light spots were worn out and fell. At the same time, new spots were added to our Halo. Some time ago, I learned from my friend’s QQ signature that the head teacher of their class died of illness. My friend is in the neighbor class of my neighbor class, and I also know their head teacher, so I recalled their head teacher casually. From the brain, the pictures made by searching through cases and cabinets and the buried memory fragments are as clear as film tapes. The breath swirled around my throat, bumping like stagger, shaking me for a long time. In the past four years, four of the people I know have never met with me. Since I was young, it seems that this kind of thing happened most in this period of time, perhaps because I didn’t know so many people before. Although they are not very familiar with me, and some may have only met once, they remembered that there were me and them in some pictures, but now, these will not be repeated. When memory can only be memory forever, and the hope of reunion is pulled away from the brain like being pulled from the bottom of the pot, a fire is extinguished forever, and it seems that a piece of meat is dug from the bottom of my heart, and a burst of pain that cannot be filled. That teacher, he didn’t teach me, most of her deeds were hearsay. To be honest, most things are not good. Perhaps, she was strict with her students and cared a lot. Her students often complained about her and gave her the wrong number. However, this is also normal, which teacher has not been nicknamed by students. Every morning, she is catching students who are late. I always saw the students in their class rushing up the stairs hurriedly within two minutes of being late. She was on the stairs, laughing and scolding her students. From my outsider’s point of view, I felt that scene was particularly funny. The teacher was not as fierce as they described, but somewhat cute. But I met her occasionally in the corridor. She always smiled and saw such a warm attitude. Even students I didn’t know would come forward to say hello, I thought. Apart from those views of dissatisfaction with her, at least she gave me a kind feeling. She and I also had an unusual experience. One day in senior three that year, the morning exercise Bell rang as usual. It was unavoidable to go downstairs to do exercises, although no one liked that. Our classroom is on the fifth floor. At this time every day, when we go downstairs, the stairs become more and more crowded. After doing morning exercises, the stairs become more and more depressed. At that time, I was pinching every day when I went to school. In order to get more sleep, I took breakfast to school and then ate it. Generally, I took a rest of ten minutes after finishing morning exercises. I went upstairs after the morning exercise that day, maybe I was too tired several days ago, maybe I suddenly had something wrong with insulin, a burst of sigh from the bottom of my heart, and more and more flowers in front of my eyes, so I struggled to support the third floor, he fainted with a meager consciousness. In a trance, I heard someone say, ah, what happened to this student. Then someone came up to help me. I tried to see each other clearly and learned that I was the head teacher of my friend’s class. I was helped to sit down in the office on the third floor by her. My whole body was weak, and I couldn’t care about the rules and regulations, so I was on the table. With the fulcrum, I finally have more strength to stick to it. The teacher brought me a bottle of milk and a pack of biscuits. I didn’t feel embarrassed to drink milk. I ate a small pack of biscuits. Finally, I have the strength. I think the teacher thanked me. She smiled and said that she was not polite, and also complained that the school was really inhuman. She asked students to get to school so early and didn’t let them eat in the classroom. It was impossible for people with poor health to bear it. It seemed that there was finally someone who understood myself in the vast sea of people. I was so pleased that I almost burst into tears. Tears do not all represent grievance, but also happy for someone to understand his grievance. After graduating from high school, although I didn’t expect to visit that teacher, I didn’t want her to disappear from the world. Sometimes life really catches people off guard. Obviously, it is still a vivid figure. If you turn around, you may be separated from Yin and Yang. The light spots that make up the halo are constantly changing. When one day, all the light spots are burnt out, and there is no new one to supplement, we will finish our whole life. 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. 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. 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There is “Buddha” at home”

Seeing this topic, you will surely think that I am a Buddhist, but in fact it is not, I am a genuine atheist. Then, why should we talk about this topic? This should start from one thing my father often taught me: my father-in-law died of cerebral hemorrhage half a year ago, although his life was not in danger after rescue and treatment, but he could never stand up. His body was paralyzed and he was sometimes out of his mind. After all, the old man was already 80 or 70 years old. What followed was to arrange people to care for the elderly. Several children had jobs or all kinds of reasons for not getting born. Finally, under my initiative, it was well arranged. After that, every time I came back home, my father asked me about my father-in-law’s illness, and repeatedly told me to take good care of the elderly, never abandon or ignore them, and told me, don’t compare with others, do your filial piety, saying: there are long-lived old people in your family, that is, Buddha, who will bless children, and unfilial children will also be punished. In fact, what I did was done without my father’s instruction, which made my mother-in-law, wife and family very satisfied. Nevertheless, I also obey my father’s order and always alert myself. As for the theory of Buddha, whether it is believed or not, in a word, Buddha is good and bless all the people, which is denied by no one. As for my father’s statement, later I thought over and over again, feeling that my father’s words contained deep truths and the fatalism theory that science could never explain. Buddha is worshiped by others, and parents in the family should be filial to their children. People often say that having parents, especially those who are old, is a blessing to be children. From the perspective of genetics, parents will live longer and older, and children will also live longer, because there are genetic genes. Imagine, who doesn’t want to live a long life and live a happy life for a few more years? From this point of view, having a long-lived parent is indeed a blessing for children. In terms of family affection, it is also a blessing for children to have healthy parents at home. Isn’t it one of the happiest things in the world when we take our lover and children back to our parents’ home and get together and share the happiness of family? How good the song “often go home to see” is! My parents are also over 80 years old. In recent years, whenever I come home and enter the door, my mother will say: my eldest son is coming! That kind of longing for children and love for children are beyond words. Whenever I hear these words, my heart is warm and sour. It was my 80-year-old mother who still called me like this, which made me feel warm, as if I had returned to my childhood and nestled in my mother’s arms; what was sour was that from the call of my mother, I realized the loneliness of the old man, and how much I hoped that my children could often wear them under my knees! You know, in the past, my parents never used such a language to call me, because people are eager to be old, and people will have this time, A kind of sadness can’t help rushing into my heart. At the same time, I also feel some guilt in my heart: why can’t I often go home to see my parents? What makes me feel blessed for my parents and children is that whenever I come back home, especially when I am in poor health, my mother immediately sends me to the Kang, saying that the Kang is warm, I was afraid that I would lie down in a panic, so I put a mattress on my bed. Then my mother was busy in the underground. She found me some snacks and asked me if I could drink water. That kind of love for my children could not be expressed in words. What makes me most happy is that when I am old, I can still eat the food cooked for me by my 80-year-old mother, my heart is full of admiration and gratitude for my mother. The long-lived parents at home are indeed Buddhas. They are protecting their children with selfless love, and making their children safe and happy is their greatest wish in their life. There is a phenomenon that makes me realize a truth later, that is, when the current people are with their children, parents first ask whether their parents are still alive, if there is no single parent or both parents, you have to ask why there is no one. I think, this is one of the reasons why parents think about their children in the future because their parents will pass on to their children because they live longer. This may be one of the reasons why parents taboo whether their parents are alive or not when their children engage in sex? Many facts have proved this point by saying that filial piety and unfilial piety will have the fate of retribution. Those children who are good at showing filial piety to their parents also get generous rewards in their own lives, especially in their old age, most of them enjoy the blessings of their old age. On the contrary, those children who are not filial to their parents or even abandon them have no good retribution in their own lives. Maybe this is what my father said that the old man is the Buddha in the family! Think about how many people in the real society climb mountains and wades to seek Immortals and worship Buddha in order to pray for blessings, but they are not filial to their parents when they return home. Can Buddha bless such people? Children are always the children in their parents’ hearts, but some children can’t do it. Parents are always their own parents. Recently, I read the news. In the Shanghai World Expo Park, the reporter interviewed an elderly woman who pushed her old mother to watch the Expo in a wheelchair, when asked whether the female tourist pushed her mother to watch the Expo, the female tourist replied, “it’s not hard. Didn’t mother do the same to us when she was young? How good it was, I was so moved that my tears almost fell down. Yes, Crows all know how to feed back, let alone human beings? People who are sons of man must follow the example of filial piety and sages from ancient times to present, and treat their parents well, especially the old ones. This is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. The parents who live a long life at home, it is the Buddha in our family. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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Cage Bird

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