The soul calls for prose

The Calling of the Soul Essay 1

The source of the power of the beautiful blooming flowers comes from the land that nurtured it. Finally, it gives back to the land with its remaining value. The source of the power of the vast starry sky comes from The chaos that gave birth to it finally returned to chaos with its remaining value.

I want to be like the beautiful flowers that take root in the land that gave birth to and raise me. I want to be like the bright starry sky and use my body to tell my return to the starting point.

I have never liked rainy days, but when I set foot on that land, the cold raindrops hit my face and I felt the slightest warmth. This is that land. Tell me that you will always protect me and I will always protect you! It was also at this moment that I understood that the source of the call from the soul was this land.

As I slowly get closer and closer to the holy land in my heart, the call becomes more and more compact. If it were not imprisoned by this skin, I think it would have flown to the holy land. If this is true, I will tell a certain truth like the flowers and the starry sky.

When I stopped in front of the holy land, the call turned into that hopeless fear. The passage of time has not changed it at all, and some of it still wants to protect me and serve me forever. pay. Just as the oars power the boat, the rain brings life to the spring.

Gradually I entered the holy land, and my excitement gradually turned into calmness. It seemed that I had found a harbor to anchor, and my tense nerves became calmer. This was the gift it gave me when I arrived. ? My mind kept asking why? Why do you pay so much for me? What answered me was a picture that warmed my heart! Such unrequited dedication also proves that people have praised you endlessly since ancient times.

I keep wandering in this land, searching every corner just to imprint you in my heart, so that I can leave a harbor in my heart. I know that this is what you gave me. It’s another gift that I can only carry with me. It keeps telling people about you, just to prove that you are the most beautiful place in the world.

Finally, I chose to leave you and your warm embrace. If time could stop here, I could always be with you, and you could always tell me everything about you, but I know This is an extremely luxurious wish that cannot be realized. In this case, let me choose to keep you in my heart. Only in this way can time stop in disguise so that I can always lie in your arms.

The water keeps evaporating as if it is telling it to leave, but the call in the heart makes it return to the original starting point again. The dazzling light of the sun shines out with its splendor, as if it is constantly showing off itself, but this is just what it wants. The only way to return to chaos! The Calling of the Soul Prose 2

The wind blows slightly and makes a sound, just like a kiss in the day, constantly carving out the questions in the heart. The white clouds in the sky are still so pure, but with a hint of shyness, floating in the air. The air after the rain is a little moist and a little blurry, caressing my skin and highlighting its fuzziness. It's not comfortable, but it allows time to caress the memory. In a trance, I can see the years revolving, I can hear the call through my soul, I can listen to the love in the years, and the lingering of those times; my love is constantly meandering like this.

The clouds and smoke of the years have unconsciously left behind love, lingering and forgetting to return. The hustle and bustle of the mortal world is always disturbing. But there is a piece of pure land in my heart, with a faint mist, which is constantly hesitating and leaving hesitation. When you calm down, you can see the gurgling water, which seems to be as heavy as a mountain and as relaxed as a butterfly; and that distant call slowly passes through the heart, quietly attached to it. In my heart, waiting for my discovery.

The road we have traveled will always have some clarity and some ambiguity. Those unforgettable pasts, like rain, are constantly infiltrating the soul and keeping it awake. Those memories have never been amnesia; there are triumphs and frustrations; sweetness and sadness.

This is the beauty in the years, falling in the quiet days. I thought I would always experience storms, I thought I would always experience melancholy; but I didn’t expect that the years would have the fragrance of flowers, nor would I expect that the years would have fragrance. This is the calling that left me with my heart’s desire.

Stepping on the water under my feet, I felt a little intoxicated. Transparent and clear, like a song that opens the heart, leaving traces of uneasiness. This is the expectation of happiness and the prospect of the future. The passion in my heart is constantly surging, and the wind of time makes me more heroic. Walk down-to-earth through the fields in your heart and let the wind sway around you. The scenery I walked through left behind the feelings of the years. The accidental encounter just came to mind. How many lingering winds have left peace in my heart. It's love that keeps beating. Turning around, you can see the colorful flowers and the fragrance of the flowers getting stronger.

We met like this, and continued walking on the path we were walking on. This was originally my journey. All along, I have been looking forward to it and wandering around because I have experienced too much helplessness. Too much pain, too much pain, leaving a fog in my heart. I have never given up my persistence. After years of wasted time, I can see countless hopes flashing, but I have not received any promises. However, my stubbornness gave me hope and slowly made me emotionally sway. There was never time to sit down because I was always struggling against the waves of fate.

Taste the bitterness and experience the desolation. Then I sat down slowly and listened to the sounds of nature. A voice, like a cloud, flew slowly and aimlessly; but it passed through my heart intentionally, and then left a mark on my heart. This is the call of the soul, a call that travels through time and space. At this moment, my heart no longer has any ups and downs, nor does it have those bumps in the past. Just walking slowly like this, leaving speculations behind, listening to the love in the years, savoring the lingering time, and my love spreading infinitely. The Calling of the Soul Prose 3

It was late at night, and the noisy streets outside had long been silent, so quiet that it was scary.

Wang Cong, who had just slept, woke up and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He thought that many classmates had pocket money and often bought some snacks they wanted to eat at the canteen at the school gate, such as toffee! Instant noodles! Chewing gum! By the way, there are also spicy strips and so on, which is really enviable. But Wang Cong has not had pocket money for a long time. Since the last time he took money secretly at home and was discovered by his parents, he has never received pocket money again. Now he dare not ask for it from his parents, otherwise he will definitely be beaten again. scold.

Thinking about it, Wang Cong thought of eating a piece of the crispy candy that Zhang Ming bought last time. It was very delicious. He thought that he could buy some too, and by the way, he also wanted to give Zhang Ming a piece. They are good friends. well! No money! Wang Cong was a little disappointed. He didn't know when he would have money? Now my parents don’t give pocket money. Wang Cong thought about it and thought about seeing hundreds of dollars in his grandfather's bag during the day.

At this time, Wang Cong saw his grandfather sleeping soundly on the bed opposite him, snoring from time to time, sleeping soundly!

Since their family moved here that year, Wang Cong has been sleeping in the same room as his grandfather. Grandpa has always been very fond of Wang Cong. As long as he tells Wang Cong what food he wants to eat, he will cook and buy it for him no matter how troublesome it is. He also gives Wang Cong some pocket money from time to time. He is always very obedient to Wang Cong.

When Wang Cong was two or three years old, one time, Wang Cong wanted to drink boiled water with sugar, but there was no sugar at home. In the countryside, the store was far away, so there was no other way, so his grandfather had to use it to make water. Wang Cong soaked the brown sugar in glutinous rice balls in a bowl of brown sugar water, but Wang Cong refused and pushed the bowl over. He wanted to drink white sugar water. Grandpa had no choice but to run to a store two kilometers away and buy a pack of white sugar. It's all about coming back.

In the past few years, Wang Cong has gradually grown up, and he also knows what respecting elders and filial piety are, but he just can’t get used to his grandfather’s nagging. From time to time, he will look at his face and get angry at him, even though Wang Cong also knows that this is wrong.

Grandpa silently devoted himself to Wang Cong. Although he sometimes complained, he only said it in words and never took it seriously. In this way, he always took good care of Wang Cong. Since the last time my grandfather gave Wang Cong pocket money, Wang Cong's parents scolded him, which almost caused a big commotion at home. Now my grandfather hasn't given Wang Cong pocket money for a long time.

In the silent room, only grandpa's snoring could be heard, and the air seemed to be frozen, making it extremely tense. Wang Cong thought of the several hundred yuan in his grandfather's bag, so he couldn't control his impulse and climbed out of bed gently. Wang Cong felt very complicated. He knew that if he was discovered, he would definitely be beaten by his parents again. He had been beaten several times recently, but he still wanted to give it a try. It would be fine if he was not discovered. Wang Cong tiptoed and cautiously approached his grandfather's bed, and gently opened his grandfather's clothes. The residual light from the street lamp outside entered the room. The room was dim and dark, and only shadows could be seen faintly. Grandpa turned over and stopped snoring, but he didn't move. He still seemed to be sleeping soundly. Wang Cong carefully opened his grandfather's bag, wow! This should be the few hundred dollars. Wang Cong hesitated for a moment and only took two pieces of change, because it would not be easy to be discovered and it would not matter if he took less. In fact, Wang Cong was wrong. No matter how much money he took, as long as he took it quietly without Grandpa's permission, it was stolen, even if it was just a penny. Of course, the more money you take, the greater the sin.

Wang Cong took the money and quietly went back to bed to sleep.

It is said that "if you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing." In fact, Wang Cong didn't know that his grandfather had already woken up. He wanted to see what Wang Cong was going to do? Seeing what Wang Cong did, Grandpa was very sad, because this was a very serious mistake. It was not just a bad habit, but a crime. Who wants to watch his grandson commit a crime? Grandpa is very confused and wants to tell Wang Cong his parents! I was afraid that Wang Cong would be beaten, so I endured it again, thinking that Wang Cong was still young, so give him a chance to change his ways! Maybe you will be sensible when you grow up.

The next day, Wang Cong was very happy. He took the money he stole last night and bought the snacks he wanted, feeling proud of his victory. When I got home from school in the evening, my grandfather asked Wang Cong, and then Wang Cong realized that his grandfather actually knew. However, mom and dad didn't mention this, so grandpa probably didn't tell them, otherwise there would have been another earthquake at home, and Wang Cong would have been beaten again.

Wang Cong’s parents were very strict with him, and Wang Cong even thought that his parents might not love him anymore. How does Wang Cong know that "the hearts of parents in the world"? Who doesn't love their children? They have very strict requirements for Wang Cong. They hope that Wang Cong can be a good boy with all aspects of morality, intelligence, body, beauty and labor. No matter what kind of learning materials, clothes, shoes, toys, or musical instruments Wang Cong needs, he has everything he wants. His parents will try their best to satisfy whatever he wants to buy. If he gets a little good result, he will get certain rewards, and they often let Wang Cong participate. Various interest classes.

Wang Cong’s parents often work overtime and live frugally, just to give Wang Cong a good growing environment and to prevent Wang Cong’s life from suffering. Whenever Wang Cong does something wrong, the saddest thing is actually his parents. His parents always wonder: Is there something wrong that caused Wang Cong to do something wrong? Or is the way he usually educates Wang Cong wrong? His parents would reflect on themselves after every incident. Every time they scolded Wang Cong severely or hit Wang Cong when they were angry, their parents would feel deeply self-blame for a long time afterwards.

Why Wang Cong’s parents didn’t give Wang Cong pocket money? They were mainly afraid that he would waste his money and develop bad habits, because Wang Cong was used to spending as much money as he had and had never had any self-restraint. Parents hope that Wang Cong will gradually learn to plan, learn self-discipline, and understand what can be eaten? How much is good to eat? What can I buy? Why buy it? As long as Wang Cong could understand this, his parents wouldn't need to be so strict with him. Wang Cong's parents can buy him expensive musical instruments, expensive game consoles, and attend expensive training classes, but are they still reluctant to give up those few or more than ten yuan of pocket money? Wang Cong doesn't understand this. He doesn't know that if he sincerely expresses his thoughts, even if he wants to eat snacks occasionally, as long as it is reasonable, his parents will allow it.

There is such a story called "The "Lie" of 290 Yuan". The content of the story is as follows:

Juanzi opened a small restaurant. She is an orphan and can endure hardships. She gets up early every day and treats every customer sincerely. The small restaurant gradually prospers and many of them are repeat customers.

There were a lot of guests at noon that day. While Juanzi was busy, a little boy in shabby clothes timidly walked in and sat at a table. Juanzi ran over with a smile and asked: "Kid, what do you want to eat?"

The little boy whispered: "I haven't thought about it yet, can you give me a glass of water?" Juanzi nodded, brought a glass of water, put it in front of the little boy, and asked the little boy to think slowly, and call her when he was ready. After finishing speaking, Juanzi turned around to greet other guests.

The little boy looked around. At this time, a customer wanted to pay. Because he was a regular customer, and seeing that Juanzi couldn't leave, the customer came to the cashier and asked loudly: "Juanzi, what are we doing?" How much does this table cost?" Juanzi looked at the menu she brought with her and shouted, "It's 240 yuan per cup."

The customer took out his money and shouted, "You." Look clearly, it's 240 yuan. I'll put it on the table. You won't be busy for a while, so you can order a few." After that, he raised them one by one over his head. Juanzi smiled and shouted: "You are an old customer, I still don't believe you? Leave it there."

The customer put down the money and left. The little boy took the cup and nervously came to the table where the money was placed. He pretended to pour water, took out a 10-dollar bill shakily, put down the cup, turned around and left.

All this was seen by Juanzi. She ran over, called to the little boy and asked: "Kid, have you ever been to school?" The little boy was shaking a little, and after a while he said: "I My parents never went to bed before they got divorced." Juanzi then asked, "Can you check money?" The little boy said, "Yes."

Juanzi asked again, "Can you tell me why you are here?" Here?" The little boy looked at Juanzi and said, "After my parents left, my sister and I were left. My sister is sick today, and I want to buy her some medicine." Juanzi knelt down and hugged the little boy. Said: "Auntie is very busy now, can you help her check the money?" The little boy nodded.

Juanzi took out 290 yuan from the money drawer and put it into the little boy's hand. The little boy turned around, his back to Juanzi, and checked carefully. After a while, he handed the money to Juanzi and said, "Auntie, I checked, it's 300 yuan a pound."

Juanzi twisted her hand and the money unfolded. It was indeed 300 yuan. Juanzi took out 10 yuan and gave it to the little boy and said: "My child, this is the income of your labor. Go home and take care of your sister." The little boy took the money, bowed to Juanzi and said "thank you" , and then left crying.

In this story, Juanzi didn’t know that the little boy had stolen money, but she wanted to give him a chance to start a new life. The little boy realized his mistake, stopped immediately, changed his ways, and received a reward of 10 yuan from Juanzi. This 10 yuan is more reassuring than the 10 yuan that Juanzi secretly took just now, because it was given by Juanzi voluntarily, which is completely different from stealing.

However, Wang Cong did not realize this, did not change his ways in time, let alone confessed, but went down the wrong path again and again.

The next night, because Wang Cong’s parents didn’t know he had taken the money last night, he was not beaten or scolded. He thought that his grandfather would not tell them, so he started the action of the previous night again in the middle of the night. However, this time he was immediately stopped by grandpa. Grandpa could not watch his grandson make mistakes again and again. You must know that it is a criminal act to continue like this! Although grandpa stopped him and Wang Cong failed, grandpa still didn't blame him too much. Instead, he gave Wang Cong a few dollars. How much grandpa loves Wang Cong! I hope that this love can awaken Wang Cong's lost soul, give him another chance to reflect, and be a good person from now on, a person who is liked by his parents, welcomed by the society, and useful to the country.

Now Wang Cong also knows what is right and what is wrong, but he always thinks that as long as others don't know, it doesn't matter. He didn't know that there is a famous saying that "If you want others to not know, you have to do nothing!"

There is such a story called "The Detective and the Thief", and the content of the story is as follows:

A great detective became famous because he repeatedly solved mysterious cases. Thieves and robbers trembled with fear at the sound of the great detective's name.

One day, the great detective was at home when the doorbell suddenly rang. A strange guest with a long beard stood at the door. The great detective invited him in politely and handed him a cigarette.

The guest explained his purpose, "Mr. Detective, I admire you from the bottom of my heart. I also want to be a detective, but I don’t know where to start?"

Great Detective Smiling slightly, he replied without hesitation: "Sir, in order to answer your question, please allow me to use an analogy."

"For example, you are a thief——"

" You just rang my doorbell and left your fingerprint on the doorbell. Based on the fingerprint, you can be identified."

"You walked into the living room and left it on the waxed floor. You have a very clear line of footprints. Based on the footprints, I can determine whether you are male or female. I can also calculate your height based on the length of the footprints."

"You are sitting on my sofa. , leaving your scent. I can let the police dog smell this scent, track and catch you."

"You smoked the cigarette I handed you and threw the cigarette butt in the ashes. There is your saliva on the cigarette butt. I can find out your blood type from your saliva. "

"You just stroked your long beard. I noticed that when you were stroking your beard, one of your beards fell off. Logically, I can determine your blood type based on this beard. However, I also noticed that your beard is fake and glued on. "

Having said this, the great detective grabbed the guest's beard with his hand and pulled it all off.

The guest was shivering all over, and cold sweat like soybeans rolled down his forehead.

It turns out that this "guest" is a thief. He disguised himself as an old man and came to the detective's house. He originally wanted to get to know the detective and find out the secrets of how he solves the case. Unexpectedly, the great detective saw through the true face of this fake old man at a glance at the door. Because of this, when the great detective said, "For example, if you are a thief——", the "guest" was shocked. When the great detective explained his detective skills one by one, the thief was so frightened that he became restless and broke into cold sweat involuntarily. While listening, the thief secretly admired him and thought to himself: "I have pressed the doorbell, walked a few steps on the waxed floor, sat on the sofa, smoked a cigarette, and stroked my beard..." They all left him clues to solve the case!"

The thief showed his true colors and was extremely embarrassed. He bowed his head and begged the big detective for mercy. The big detective was very magnanimous and did not arrest him and hand him over to the police station.

The great detective picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the paper. Then he put the note into an envelope, sealed it and handed it to the thief. The great detective said to the thief: "Sir, let me get down to business. You came to me to understand my detective experience. Now, I have written down my lifelong detective experience on paper. You can open it when you get home. , you will understand. My experience is not confidential, so you can show what I wrote on the note to your accomplices."

The thief really can't guess where the great detective will be. Write something on the note. When he hurriedly returned home, he immediately opened the envelope and took out the note. What's written on the note? There are only ten words written like this: "If you want others not to know, you have to do nothing yourself!"

This story has told Wang Cong that any self-deception should not be left to chance, as it will eventually be discovered. , but sometimes it is not discovered, or it is discovered a little later.

Teachers often talk about "morality, intelligence, body, beauty, and labor". Why do they always put "morality" at the top? Because "morality" is the foundation of being a human being, and "morality" is moral character. A good outlook on life and good values. A person with moral character must be filial, loving, respectful of teachers and righteous, and a kind person; a person with moral character must be aboveboard in what he does, neither cheating nor cheating, nor stealing nor robbing, and doing so in an upright and upright manner. people.

As the days passed, Wang Cong loved reading. Gradually, he understood these principles in the book and began to be sensible, especially after he read a story called "The Confessing Sinner". , and even corrected many of my bad habits.

The content of the story "The Confessing Sinful Son" is as follows:

On a day of visiting the prison, an old mother from a poor mountainous area passed by a donkey cart, car and After the train went around, I came to the prison to visit my son who was serving his sentence. Many prison visitors brought various colorful items to visit their criminal relatives, but this old mother only took out a bag of sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son. The sunflower seeds have been fried, and the old mother has eaten them all. There is no skin, and the white flowers are like densely packed bird tongues. Her family was very poor. She traveled thousands of miles to visit her son. She had sold eggs and piglets, and had to save a lot of money to pay for the trip.

My son, who had served a sentence for theft, took the pile of sunflower seeds and his hands began to shake. The mother was speechless, just lifted her clothes and wiped her wet eyes. Before coming here, after working hard during the day, I ate melon seeds under the kerosene lamp at night. After eating the melon seeds and putting the meat together, I saw that they were growing little by little like a hill, and no one was willing to eat them by themselves. How many nights did it take to finish this packet of melon seeds.

The son who was serving his sentence lowered his head. As a strong son, it was the right time to support his mother, but he could not. Of all the visitors, his mother was the most shabbily dressed. The melon seeds my mother ate each bite contained a thousand words.

The son "plopped" down on his knees in front of his mother. He repented. He repented for the sins he had committed. He regretted not listening to his mother and not being a good person, which not only harmed himself, but also harmed his mother who loved him deeply.

From then on, Wang Cong never secretly took money from his family, nor did he spend it improperly. He knew that no matter how good snacks or things were, they were not as good as a good character. How many greedy children have been abducted, how many money-grubbing people have been deceived, and how many corrupt officials have finally reached a dead end. Now when Wang Cong wants money, he will boldly ask his parents for it. He also knows what to buy and what not to buy. His parents will be very happy to give it to him every time. When his parents saw that Wang Cong had become sensible, they began to give Wang Cong the necessary pocket money regularly, and Wang Cong also had his own small treasury.

I don’t know when Wang Cong began to care about his parents and understand them. From time to time, he would make his parents happy and relieve their parents from work fatigue. Although they had beaten and scolded Wang Cong, Wang Cong knew that everything his parents did was for his own good. In order for him to have knowledge, culture, and ability, and for him to grow up well, his parents did not miss him. Work hard! Wang Cong's parents are proud of Wang Cong's sensibleness. Wang Cong's father used to often say that Wang Cong is brave, a manly man, and a smart person. Why else would he be named Wang Cong?

Wang Cong’s grandfather is getting older day by day, his hair is getting grayer, and he is getting more and more out of breath when climbing stairs. Thinking of what his grandfather had done for him, Wang Cong was very grateful. He hadn't been angry with his grandfather for a long time. He knew that old people always talked a lot. They were usually alone at home and lonely. It was normal for them to nag. As a junior, you should do it. Understand and know how to be filial. If he says something unpleasant, just ignore it! When he has free time, Wang Cong often chats with his grandfather, makes daily chores, helps his grandfather up and downstairs, says hello to his grandfather when he comes home, and occasionally brings him some delicious food.

At the parent-teacher meeting that day, Wang Cong’s father asked the teacher about the situation. The teacher said that Wang Cong is doing very well in school now, has a good relationship with his classmates, and his grades have improved a lot. He is about to graduate from junior high school, and Wang Cong is studying hard! He said he wanted to go to Yongzhong, which was the best high school here.

Seeing Wang Cong's hard review, Wang Cong's parents also felt sorry for him. His father often told Wang Cong that grades are not the most important, but the hard work is what matters.

Everyone is very happy to see Wang Cong growing up and becoming more sensible every day.