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article 1: not seeing my childhood

the way home is always so long. A mountain and a river outside the car, against my childhood, weaves the dream hometown so truly. The spinning wheel, mixed with my complicated heartbeat, opened a period of childhood memories. Close your eyes, my hometown is in my heart, and I count the familiar stars in the sky and sleep peacefully. But I always feel that I should wake up. The hurried years are carving my appearance and changing my life. It seems to be too late, just like the late autumn rain, which moistened my eyes and took away my childhood.

Childhood is gone forever, and all I can take away may be just a lost cloud. Lonely heart, longing for a continuous drizzle, from the past to the present, and then along the eaves of home, sliding across my face, sliding across my memory. Memory, so damp, the lazy sunshine seems to tell me that my childhood has gone, and what is left is just me running for my life.

Those lost youth didn't tell me, who took my childhood? But I will always think of my mother's warm arms. I slept quietly and almost ended my life. I am skinny and carefree, sucking my mother's withered * * *, and dancing with two small hands. I think, I'm performing, and I'm going to continue a wonderful story for the rest of my life. This is not my art, but a memorial to my childhood. I want to keep it, because I think those are my lost happiness. In the noisy world, I can only chew my childhood, hoping that time will stop my lazy thoughts.

standing on the land of my hometown, even a short tree or a weed growing on the roadside can always guide me back to my childhood. At this time, my heart can't resist the torture of time and reveal those familiar names. Their childhood, once intertwined with mine, outlined a distant paradise together. I have never been to heaven, but I believe that the clouds in my hometown will tell me. Unfortunately, so far, I haven't heard those stories about heaven. In fact, I wanted to build a house in heaven, but those old people in their childhood didn't go there. I guess, maybe they were taken away by the Buddha, or maybe they have changed their ways and returned to the past. I have never seen their past, but I know that the land under my feet has stolen them. I don't want to dig because the thick loess has buried those stories.

Listen, the earth is beating, and countless heroes climb out of graves and hide in the grass. They kept humming that forgotten ballad every day and night of my life. The familiar melody, constantly turning, brought out my tears and my flowers. I was in tears, holding flowers, and when I was ready to hum, I forgot the tune. I sat on the ridge, summer insects played leisurely, my thoughts climbed up the broken branches of mulberry trees, and the buds were green and delicate. I seemed to see the red mulberries on the branches. I licked my tongue, and there seemed to be a sour and sweet taste in my mouth. I swallowed it hungrily, but I was still hungry. I turned my head and stopped thinking about the mulberries that disappeared with the frogs.

when I saw those rolling hills, I guessed that I must have lost my way in them when I was a child. Then I looked at the bright moon in the sky feebly, hoping that the bright moonlight would take me home. Unfortunately, the clouds are so thick that dusk covers my eyes. I am like a snail, crawling forward without direction, because I remember the appearance of those piles of haystacks at home. They are so simple and honest, as long as I pass by them, I will remember their kind smiles. Now, they are no longer there. Maybe they got lost in those rolling hills like my childhood. But I hope that they have changed from black ashes to a wild grass, and they have been constantly pursuing my footsteps of leaving home.

I like to go barefoot, breaking the undeserved tranquility of the water. It was a paddy field full of water, with tender seedlings above the water, and a few naughty frogs croaked. I sat on a smooth stone, rolled up trouser legs and kept patting the water. The clear water bloomed in childhood, and in a moment, they reluctantly returned to the fields. I know that this is a blooming and a dying. I gave them life and I ended their lives. I am a sinner, so I decided to hide in that bamboo forest, hold those bamboo shoots and eat them greedily like a weevil. Only in this way can we stop that bamboo forest from continuing to rule that water area. I believe that the water also needs freedom and life, so I want to erase that shade. From then on, the sunshine passed through the bamboo forest, reflecting the clear and clean water surface so beautifully. Underwater, water plants grow wildly in my footprints, and ugly bugs pose ugly. I think it's time to throw a stone and stir up the ripples that only belong to childhood.

where can I go after my childhood? The road of life can never escape the bondage of memory. Apart from the old mud tile house, mottled walls and the dripping ground under the eaves, I seem to see piles of dry firewood. I want to push open the half-closed wooden door. It has forgotten its age, but I dare not disturb the last time in its life. It needs silence and my company. It is so desolate, and I, the only companion, don't want to look at its remains after it is fragmented. I'm not a believer in it. All I need is that lost childhood. I believe that my ruthlessness is not a kind of cruelty, but a sublimation of the soul. It should also understand that only by leaving the present can it find the past in the future.

the sunset in my hometown is beautiful, which makes people feel sad. Blood-red clouds drifted south one by one, and the empty sky became lower and lower. I picked up the morning flowers of my childhood and propped up my world. In my world, my grandparents have added a few wrinkles to their faces. However, their smiles are still so full of love. I seem to see that thin child, stepping over those thresholds step by step, running into a field full of grass, chasing his childhood tightly. Maybe that's when I lost my childhood. Then forget those thousand years of vicissitudes and eternal promises.

Forever has passed, and my promise has failed, because those children in my hometown have grown up. Now, we are not slaves of childhood, and the familiarity of childhood has gradually faded, followed by endless strangeness. They are so busy, busy knitting childhood for their children. Only I, the betrayed child in my childhood, have been wandering in these days. No one knows where I will go. I walked aimlessly, hoping to see the smoke from my hometown again, listen to the sounds of my hometown streams, and smell the fragrance of wheat ears again.

finally, I left. I walked on that overgrown path, carrying my luggage and stumbling step by step. Although there is no one behind me to send me off, I am willing to believe that my hometown is reluctant to send me off. I am its child, and now wandering in a foreign land is the same pain as my hometown. I have never loved so deeply, my life has been deeply rooted in every inch of soil in my hometown, and the fragrant fragrance is everywhere. The world has never been desolate.

The breeze blew, and the distant call came. I looked back, but I couldn't see the vague face of my hometown clearly. I think maybe I should hide in the piles of rubble and peek at the tearful eyes when my hometown touched my childhood traces. But I didn't stop, because I was once a duckweed in my hometown, floating in that paddy field. Now I have dried up and attached myself to that smooth stone, listening to the wind and rain telling that story about my childhood.

My hometown is old, and my youth can't be healed. Tonight, I will go through my childhood, return to my dream, pick up a little bit, and the joy I left behind.

On October 24th, 213, I wrote in Zhuhong, Chengdu

Chapter 2: If there is only one day left in my life

Today's friend sent me a message asking me: If there is only one day left in my life, what do I want to do most?

I was silent after reading it, not because I didn't have an idea, but because I didn't know how to answer.

I want to say: I will spend a good time with my parents. They have worked hard for * * * for most of their lives. When I was young, I took care of my young self, and slowly hoped that I would grow up, go to college and be far away from home. My mother would call me every night for fear of delaying my study, but I still couldn't help but miss my children. My father never said anything, but when I came home in the first month of college, my father lost 11 pounds and his mouth was full of bubbles. When I asked if he missed me, he didn't say anything but cooked me a table of favorite dishes. Later, I got married, had my own family and children, and they still didn't relax. Now I have to take care of my children. They work too hard. Once upon a time, my family was poor, and my parents were ordinary workers, earning money by physical strength. Everything in the family was saved by their mouths. They worked hard for half their lives but never traveled. My mother's dream was to climb the Great Wall. I want to take my parents to Beijing for a few days, to see the Forbidden City, the Imperial Palace and climb the Great Wall.

I want to say: I will spend a good time with my baby. Baby has been taken care of by myself since she was born. She is used to the feeling that her mother is around. When she was six months old, I went to work. After feeding the baby in the morning, I went to the company. When I was hungry at home during the day, my grandmother gave me some complementary food. On my first day at work, I came home at noon and my baby was angry. My six-month-old baby pouted and became angry, and my husband and I didn't laugh all noon. In the second week of work, my baby had a fever. In the afternoon, I asked for leave to stay at home with her. My baby kept holding my neck and dragging me when changing diapers. It was really sour to look at my heart. I want to spend a good day with her and play with her favorite toys. My baby likes to drink apple juice. I will personally press a glass of juice for her.

I want to say: I will take good care of my husband. We have been married for almost four years, and we originally agreed to have a good trip after marriage. On the fifth day after our marriage, I had an operation for acute appendicitis. Due to my poor health, I didn't vent for a few days after the operation, and I was dizzy and couldn't move. He began to take care of me day and night. Within a week, the young man in his twenties looked like an uncle in his thirties and forties. My husband and I both like the sea, and he likes Sanya. If there is still one day to live, I want to say that I will accompany him to Sanya and walk hand in hand on the soft beach to see the real sea. My husband believes in Buddhism, and I will accompany him to Guanyin, the largest seaside in Hainan, to burn incense and pray that our whole family will be harmonious and healthy.

I want to say: I will spend a good time with my parents-in-law. My parents-in-law are from the countryside, with their backs to the loess all their lives. My husband is not an only child, and there is a sister at home. My father-in-law's wish is to go to Wutai Mountain. If there is such a day, I will take them to Wutai Mountain with my husband.

We are always exhausted by trivial things in life. If there is really only one day left in life, will you still care so much about those external things? Understanding is like a bridge, with roads at both ends. Without a bridge, the road is broken. Tolerance is like an umbrella, under which there is warmth. Without an umbrella, the world will become cold. In fact, many things we are not satisfied with in life are just because of our words. The sunshine is always there, and sometimes it's just that we have been standing in the shadows.

Let go of chasing, and the breeze will naturally Xu Lai; Loosen your brows and the world will relax. From now on, I will cherish everything I have, spend more time with my parents, my children and my lover. Even if there is really only one day left in the world, I can say to myself with peace of mind: I have no regrets.

article 3: a happy way to live

heartlessness is the happiest way to live

people's emotions are dominated by their hearts, and when they are happy, they will be happy. "heartlessness" is a good way and art of life to keep a relaxed and happy life and promote physical health.

No heavy scheming:

If a person is too heavy scheming, he will have no peace of mind if he tries to plot against others and prevent others from plotting against himself. If you want to live a long life, you can't be too focused and too calculating. Research by American psychologists shows that people who are too calculating generally have a fast heart rate and poor sleep, which is often accompanied by insomnia; It can also lead to dysfunction and susceptibility to various diseases. When people think too complicated, it will also increase many disputes and disputes. This will not only get no benefits, but will also be exhausted over time, affecting physical and mental health. Therefore, a little "trifling" attitude towards others is actually one of the secrets of a long and healthy life.

There is not much greed:

Greed is human nature. Sima Qian said, "The world is bustling, all for profit, and the world is bustling, all for profit." Everyone is greedy, but we should control it within the normal range, just like building a dike to block the rushing flood. When people's greed comes up, their minds are not right, their worries and troubles will be entangled, and they will be deceived and deceived, and their lives will be restless. As Lu You said: "People are not satisfied with their sufferings, and their greed is endless." People who are too greedy often lose more than they gain. Therefore, if there is no greed, there is no worry, and if there is a normal heart, there is a quiet heart.

There is no heavy jealousy:

Some people tend to see things that others are better than themselves, but ignore their own things that others envy, like to compare with others, and even envy others. If you are influenced by this kind of psychology, you will not feel the good things in your life. In fact, everyone has their own advantages in all aspects. Those who are richer than you are not as leisurely as you, and those who are more beautiful than you are not as good as you. Envy and jealousy of others, it is better to use their own advantages, turn the little things in life into happiness, and live a sweet life.

There is no impetuous heart:

In today's complicated and impetuous social background, some people squeeze patience out of place, and they are impetuous and eager for quick success. Once a person is impetuous, he will lose patience in doing things, he will not be practical in doing things, and he will easily do wrong and stupid things on impulse. In fact, what do you care if you are impetuous? What should come will come sooner or later, and you can't stay if you want to leave. In life, you are lucky to get it, but your fate is not to get it. Everything goes with the fate, let nature take its course, so that you can live comfortably, easily and smartly.

No heavy psychological burden:

We live in peace and prosperity, and there is no war and hunger, so what are we worried about? Sun Simiao's health care essence of "having few things on his mind" and Han Meilin's practice of "not worrying about staying overnight, not being angry with staying overnight" are worth learning. Yesterday is gone forever, no need to worry; Today is a happy day, there is no need to worry; Tomorrow is beyond our reach, so there is no need to worry. Worrying about some meaningless little things in life and piling them up in your heart will result in tiredness and injury, which will reduce your quality of life and happiness index. In this complicated world, we should be happy in know life and always be the masters of our own moods. If you don't look for worry, if you don't pay attention to it, you will be happy every day.