Quiet night thinking prose

My hometown is my eternal concern, because there are my elderly parents there. I was drunk, woke up from the pit where my brother was received in the old house, and saw my parents aged, holding water and towels to wipe my face. I suddenly jumped into my parents' arms like a wronged baby and began to cry. Parents, just look at their son who is over half a hundred years old and let him cry. How he wishes he were a big boy, an old boy who has been hurt all the time, showing the appearance of being bullied outside and spreading his arrogance to you!

At this time, I especially think of my small family, because there is a small member in this small family. She is the apple of my eye and is loved by everyone. My little granddaughter is almost two years old. She just sent me a video on her mobile phone and said, Grandpa, I'm really drunk. When I go out to do business, my little granddaughter will send me to the car and tell me in a childish voice to slow down on the road, pay attention to safety and come back early. When I was over one year old, I was able to recite nursery rhymes and Tang poems. There will be about a dozen songs now. With my little granddaughter, my home looks full of vitality.

The weather is bad, a person lives in the city where he works, and his heart is empty and his interest is dull. When I am in trouble and helpless, my parents are my responsibility, my granddaughter is my spiritual sustenance, and other family members are my eternal reliance. When a person is happy, home may be just a concept. Unfortunately, home will come out and become your umbrella, crutch and safe haven.

"The history of mankind is just a small bubble in the waves. Suffering is the touchstone of human nature. Only by putting people in purgatory of suffering can we see the true meaning of human nature and the spectacular lightning of the soul. Tragedy pushes the good and evil of life to the extreme, and its philosophy of life and historical lessons are unparalleled. " I don't know which book I read this sentence, because it gave me a strong shock and feeling, so I wrote it down. I have suffered and experienced ups and downs, but in the context of human history, these can only be regarded as a little refraction in the bubble. What can it affect?

The night is very cold, but there is no strong wind. The cold night is still sleeping, but my thoughts are rushing. Yesterday, I saw a yellow leaf. I want to learn from Daiyu to bury flowers and build a leaf burial to give these once strong lives a good home. Isn't man a leaf in a season in the long river of history? We will eventually degenerate and turn to dirt. Only a few people are lucky enough to be made into specimens or bookmarks and still travel for life. But life at this time is just another form of existence, which is not essentially different from being classified as soil. Life is life or death, both existence and extinction. Vividness is the extinction of death, and death is the extinction of vividness. For the dead, we who are alive are dead.

The meaning of life lies in doing. If you do it, you won't regret it. It's dawn and a new day has begun. Go on bravely, step on the fallen leaves that belong to you and hold your head high.