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"Hometown" Text/Li Xinglian 2009-05-05 Reading () Collection Whenever I embark on the road to my hometown in my dream, I know I will miss mulberries in the evening. Missing home is the most important thing and the best emotion for an old man in a foreign land in his later years. Talking and thinking about things that can't be achieved can always comfort that lonely heart. In his concept, hometown is a real place, a place to bury relatives, and this place is your hometown. Then, I understood why generation after generation, guarding a barren land, refused to leave. This is his home, his roots. His relatives are buried here, and his blood is flowing in the soil of this land. But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves. A thousand years ago, the sigh of Cui Hao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was chewed repeatedly by people from afar, and the more he chewed, the more fragrant he became. This is a complex that a person who has left his hometown can't solve all his life. People's feelings for their hometown are hard to give up. In the 1980s, I came to a small town. During that time, the homeland complex often haunted me. The deep homesickness and local accent, familiar faces and the expectant eyes of relatives are a kind of abuse and enjoyment, which is a voice that cannot be heard in other places. There are also landscapes in my hometown, field paths covered with weeds on both sides, green stone bridges that gurgle, friends who climb together, and stories that weave many childhood dreams, which linger in the depths of my consciousness and flash in my dreams, making me miss them for a long time. At this time, I understood that in the 1960s, villagers who left their hometown because of famine left home with a bag of loess dug from the wall of their yard. Not only when the water and soil are not adapted, drinking with boiling water can cure the disease. It has become the spiritual sustenance of homesickness. My hometown is real to me, where there are my parents and sisters, my childhood and adolescence, the voice of my mother standing at my door at sunset and dusk calling her home for dinner, and the lingering echo of my standing on the cliff … I left it because I wanted to leave that yellow land; I miss it because this land has left me a life. This life was bought with more than ten years' sweat. There is no winter, no summer, no spring and autumn, and we strive to get out of this land. It is the land in my hometown that makes me know the hardships of life. Up to now, I have always thought that the most dedicated people in China should be farmers who plow the yellow land like my parents. They use the strength contained in 100 kilograms of body, rely on one side of loess, and work hard to raise their children all their lives. They both hate and love this land. Hate it consumes their lives, love it gives them life. Their lives are connected with the land. They know what soil is suitable for planting crops, when to plant crops, when to water them, pull out weeds, interplant seedlings, fertilize and harvest crops. The land nurtured their lives, and they finally returned their lives to the land under their feet. I have met some old people, 80-year-old farmers, who have been farming on a piece of land all their lives. When they leave that land, they feel lonely. After they left their native land, they soon grew old in the cement, cars and lattice rooms of the city. At the last moment of their lives, they explained their infinite yearning for their homeland with a helpless expression. The so-called manual work is for the sake of young life. When a person lives in a land from childhood to old age, all his roots, leaves and branches grow on this land. How can he be happy again without this land? The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The yearning for the homeland has been brewed into a strong wine by thousands of years of culture in China, and people who drink it will be intoxicated. When I returned to my hometown this spring, I suddenly found that all the old people I knew were gone, and all the strong uncles and aunts in my memory showed their old age. They were all surprised when they saw me. Some people say that your mother didn't give birth to you when I came over. Some people say that you were still wearing open-backed pants when I came back. People my age have grayed their beards and their children are married. There are no living relatives in my hometown, and I don't know any grown-up young people. Only the yellow land under your feet is real. Stumbling on it, looking around, with a satisfied expression on his face, it seems that he can still feel the residual temperature left by barefoot when he is on the ground; You can also see the figure left by digging out the bird's nest from several old trees. A group of children after school suddenly surrounded me and asked, Grandpa, who are you looking for? At this moment, my tears instantly flowed down from my wrinkled face, and I realized how accurate the poet He's phrase "It's always difficult to leave home" thousands of years ago is now. This tear is a deep love for my hometown, a final review of my past life, and a complex that I can't solve all my life. Hometown is not only the source of life, but also the place where the soul takes root. The body can disappear, but the soul can't be rootless. Hometown, the root I was born with, can't be uprooted all my life! Excerpted from Hometown/Li Xinglian's Life Addition and Subtraction 2008-07- 19 Reading Collection () Why do many people always regret wasting their lives at the end of their lives and always assume what they would do if they were given another life? I don't think I should lose a lot. Life still has potential, but I haven't done enough addition. But life is a one-way trip, there is no regret medicine! So what is the "addition" of life? It is the pursuit of knowledge, success, wealth and fame. Life is like a container, we always want to put a lot of things in it to enrich our life. There's nothing wrong with that. The key is what you want to put in it and how you want to put it. I remember an article called "Big Stones in Life", which tells a quiz on how to manage time: first, put a bunch of fist-sized stones in a jar until they can't be put down any more. In fact, you can also put gravel to fill the gap between stones; You can also pour sand to fill the gap between gravel; You can even pour water into a glass bottle ... It can be seen that time is squeezed out and human potential is tapped, so life needs addition. As long as you work hard, don't be complacent, don't feel inferior, set yourself a higher goal, and you can jump up and finish it. Faith, knowledge, skills and career are all big stones in life. While you are young and strong, put them in your own bottle early and enjoy them leisurely. If this order is reversed, it will be too late to install big stones, and you can only be "the boss is sad." But when you think about it, you've just been doing "addition" all your life. If you have money, you want beautiful women. With a mansion, you need a famous car; With status, there is also a reputation; I'm afraid I have less things than others. I'm endless. How can I not be tired? The result may be life chaos and mental breakdown. Unhappy. I have read an essay "Cradle of Life", which is very enlightening: A man with a heavy life went to see a wise man. The wise man put a basket on his shoulder and asked him to pick up a stone step by step and put it in to see how he felt. When the man reached the finish line, he was too tired to get off. The wise man said, this is why you feel heavy in life. When we came into this world, everyone was carrying an empty basket, and people's life is the process of constantly putting things into their own baskets. If you have it, you will think more, be insatiable and insatiable. Just to add, I'm sorry. The wise choice is to "subtract" life. Far from fame and fortune, indifferent to success or failure, indifferent, are subtraction. Laozi said: "The disaster is greater than discontent, and the blame is greater than demand." Contentment, temperance, gratitude, cherishing blessings and avoiding disasters mean that life needs subtraction. Sean went through all kinds of hardships to help Liu Bang win the world and made great contributions to the world, but he resolutely resigned and retired to the mountains and enjoyed his old age. Han Xin is also famous for his brilliant military exploits, but he had high expectations for life, struggled in officialdom and finally lost his life. It can be seen that subtraction can eliminate disasters Life is an arithmetic problem. A person's life is only 30,000 days, and one day will be reduced. Fame and wealth increase with time. But one day when these two curves intersect, there will be zero on the display screen of life, and 0 multiplied by any number is equal to 0. No amount can be taken away. This is the arithmetic formula of life. Cruel and true. The addition of life gives us the light of wisdom, the strength of personality, the accumulation of wealth and the warmth of family, which makes life more abundant. Subtraction of life, for us, subtracts redundant materials, extravagant desires, mental burdens and environmental disturbances, and rationally arranges life choices to make life healthier. So addition is a kind of growth, and subtraction is a kind of maturity. They are the two wheels of life, and they are indispensable. One is the historical mission and social responsibility of "saving the world" of Confucius and Mencius, and the other is the inner cultivation and self-improvement of "conforming to nature" of Zhuangzi and Laozi. Add and subtract together, and the two wheels turn together, and the journey of life will be infinite. Excerpt from Life Addition and Subtraction Charity is not money, but heart. On February 16, 2007, Kofi Annan, the newly retired UN Secretary-General, held a charity dinner in a manor in Texas, USA. All the people invited to the dinner party are wealthy businessmen and celebrities. When a little girl named Lucy came to the manor with all her savings and asked to go in for a charity dinner, she was stopped by the security guard. Little Lucy said, "Uncle, charity is not money, but heart, right?" Her words stunned the security guard. This sentence touched Mr. Buffett, the stock god who is about to enter the market. He took little Lucy into the manor. The protagonist of the charity dinner that day was not the initiator Annan, nor Buffett who donated $3 million, but Little Lucy who only donated $30.25. The theme slogan of the dinner also became this sentence: "Charity is not money, but heart." What a pure and kind childlike innocence! In little Lucy's mind, love is neither money nor money. Thirty dollars and twenty-five cents is nothing compared with three million dollars. However, this is all little Lucy has. She gave all her love without reservation! The security guard treats visitors as an identity, but little Lucy can be humble in front of the security guard because she thinks she is here to express her love. Love is rich and poor. Love is not measured by the amount of money. Giving love, as long as you do your best, is a just act. A kind heart does not distinguish between high and low. As long as you have sincere charity, your heart is noble. Coincidentally, when a little boy wanted to donate money at school, his mother gave him five yuan. The little boy felt that he didn't finish the task assigned by the teacher well, because his school was an "aristocratic school", and his classmates either donated 50 yuan or 100 yuan. His mother saw his mind and looked up and said to him, "Don't bow your head, you know, your classmate's family background is either rich or expensive." We must do our best. We actually donated more to 5 yuan than to their 500 yuan. As a student, as long as you try your best to win glory for the school with your own quality, it is the best contribution to the school. "Mom's words gave the little boy the best money education. When the little boy was faced with measuring people's "achievements" with money for the first time, it was his mother who made him understand the meaning of "donation" and the unique value of him that others could not "donate". When the teacher announced the results of the class's fundraising, the little boy kept listening. Since then, the little boy has been raising his head in front of dignitaries and rich gentry. Yes, money cannot measure the height of the soul. With a pure heart, we don't need to lower our noble heads; With a pure heart, we don't need to condescend to be human. A noble mind and noble character are incomparable to any material conditions. As long as we are holy, we can hold our heads high with confidence, because our hearts have the height they deserve, and we have a clear conscience. It is the sublimity of the soul that makes us stand up and be human. There was once a general who came from a devastated country. When he stood on the street in America, many people maliciously asked him if he was Japanese or deliberately asked him where he was from. The general was very angry at this insult, so he made a sign, wrote the words "I'm from China" on it with a brush, and noted English below. Then he strutted through the crowd wearing a sign, showing the pride of the Chinese nation. He is General Ji Hongchang, the patriotic general against Japan. The general expressed the blood of China people with his patriotic actions! Because he loves his motherland, because he firmly believes that the motherland will be strong one day, and because of national pride, facing the insults of foreigners, the general has no sense of national inferiority, but his blood is boiling. He bravely responded to the contempt of foreigners with actions and safeguarded the noble integrity of the Chinese nation. The nobility of the general comes from his love for the motherland and his national feelings. Because I love it, I am proud. Hold your head high because you are proud. You are noble because you hold your head high. Because of its nobility, foreigners no longer dare to look down on China people. The general's clank and arrogance raised eyebrows, and he vomited to the people of China. This is a sense of national dignity, which makes China people stand erect in front of foreigners. Poverty is strong, and it does not fall into the blue sky. Throughout the ages, many people have been trapped in poverty, but they have not lost their lofty aspirations, changed their principles of being a man, and maintained their noble hobbies. As far away as Yan Hui, people can't bear to worry about it, but they "don't change their fun". Recently there is Liu Yuxi, who lives in a humble room. Although he eats vegetable roots and tastes sweet, he is proud of himself despite his clothes. Hong Zhanhui, a contemporary college student, took his sister to study at 12. After his story was exposed by the media, many good people wanted to donate money for him, but he resolutely refused to accept it. What keeps them from bowing in the face of poverty? What keeps them optimistic in the quagmire of poverty? A person can be content with poverty, not knowing the pain of poverty, or even less determined, because they take the pursuit of noble morality as their goal in life. When the fragrance of morality is always in their hearts, their strength will not be defeated by any difficulties. Although their status is humble, in people's minds, their image is tall enough for everyone to look up to. Kindness, strength, loyalty, optimism and self-confidence are the gems to build a noble soul. Whether you are rich or poor, whether you are powerful or unknown, whether you are knowledgeable or illiterate, as long as you have them, you are a spiritual aristocrat. Have a noble mind, be a noble spirit, let your mind stand at a height higher than the secular, let your mind stand between heaven and earth, and write a capitalized person. Life will be more meaningful. Excerpt from Charity is not money, but heart.