Those who managed to escape text

There is a secret city in everyone’s heart. This city is very large, like a beautiful unknown kingdom. We are the master of this city and the king of this kingdom. Our inner world is secretive, like the boundless sky. I don’t know how high and wide it is. It is also like the bottomless sea world, and I don’t know where there is any unpredictable mystery. The people who are deeply hidden in this city are those thoughts that are always risking. They are swaying in our bodies like magicians who want to pass through walls one by one. Sometimes we want to release them one by one according to our requirements, and sometimes we want to block them one by one in that wall. Therefore, they condensed into words one by one, playing naughty games with us from time to time. One night, I chatted with two friends till late at night. One of them couldn’t stand such a stay-up, and he was sleepy just after 12 o’clock. However, another one and I were chatting happily and constantly using various methods to attract her to join our topic. But she tilted her head at the table and was completely out of spirit, but she didn’t seem to fall asleep. Another one asked her if you want to sleep. Go to bed. She looked at us with her eyes open and said, Mao Zedong? My friend and I laughed into a stomachache. Seeing us laughing wildly, she changed to say, didn’t she? That’s Deng Xiaoping? We laughed even more. I handed her a wet towel to clean her face. Then we told her the conversation just now. Did she say with a blank face that I said this? Seeing that she didn’t look like playing with us, she had to let her go to bed. The next day, she asked again whether she said something funny yesterday, seeing that we laughed so strangely. I asked whether you slept or not, but you answered Mao Zedong, Deng Xiaoping and so on. She herself smiled straightly. She said she had heard our questions clearly at that time, but there were only those words in her mind, as if there was nothing else to answer. And from the bottom of our heart, we believe that what we want is those two answers. This statement confused us. One morning, I was still this friend and met me during morning self-study. She said what should I do? I come together today, and there is always a voice in my mind and heart. I ask what’s voice, she said doomed to destruction. I laughed: Did you recite ancient Chinese last night. She said I am teach English, not your hobby. I also said, did you do something wrong during this period of time? She said no. She stayed at school with you every day. I didn’t care, she went to class with strong spirits. She came to play with me at night. She said that voice had troubled her for a day, and she didn’t walk away until dinner. It seemed that there was a person who kept chanting in her ear. I can’t concentrate on doing things for a day, and even forget to bring books in class, which is a thing never happened. This reminds me of the movie “survival in writing. A work that the female writer is writing is the real life of the hero. He feels that there is a voice chanting what he has done and thought every day. Is there anyone writing stories about friends? This kind of thing, I heard it and passed away. Until one day, I opened my eyes in the morning and felt a bright sea of flowers in front of me. Countless bright flowers were in full bloom in the air. They kept floating and floating. They didn’t fall or fly away, just kept flying in the air. It seems that he has entered Tao Yuanming’s paradise. At the same time, there is another word that flies with those flowers. I didn’t dream at night. It is late autumn now, not the season of blooming flowers. But those flowers and words were always jumping and dancing in front of my eyes. When I got up, they came to the living room; When I washed my face and brushed my teeth, they were on the wall and floor of the bathroom; When I came to the playground, they accompanied me all the way. In every corner I reached, I was surrounded. I want to catch them, but they are erratic; I want to drive them away, they are not far from me. I can’t do anything about them. I think maybe I am too tired these days. Therefore, I sat down quietly, put down the things in my hands, put down the thoughts and thoughts in my heart, looked at them quietly and smiled at them. At this time, those flowers and the word that played with me turned around magnificently. Just a few minutes after I calmed down, I went to places I didn’t know. In the few minutes when I looked at flowers, I suddenly felt that my soul had been purified unprecedentedly. Pure heart and light body. It seems that I have returned to my innocent childhood, and I have seen the truest self in my heart. I finally know that those weird words that suddenly come out of our hearts are a reminder deep in our hearts. Remind us to save ourselves, remind us to purify ourselves, remind us to slow down, and slow down. Those words are the release of our body and soul, and they come to us through all kinds of difficulties. They are the elves who have been imprisoned by us for too long and escaped from the prison of our hearts. Although sometimes the words are not meaningful, sometimes it makes us confused, and even brings US troubles and confusion. But please believe that it is another kind of love.

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