Zhang Baotong, the home of the soul, 2016.3.13

When we get away from the hustle and bustle and let our minds be at peace, we will find that our hearts will fly high, as if there is a temptation that is strongly attracting her, and there is a date that makes her impatient.

Under the sky, there is a dense forest on the horizon, there is a small river in the forest, and the gurgling water makes a musical sound, there is a mysterious village on the edge of the forest, surrounded by May flowers and the fairy of greenery, when I was a child, I was still fishing, collecting fungi, and playing edges and corners by the river in my hometown, and a beautiful girl with her long pigtails smiling at me shyly.

This scene is wonderful and legendary, like a dream, I am intoxicated and I can't help but rejoice, as if I have returned to that blissful dream-like home. I perched my heart under the tree in front of the door, and walked the path under the moonlight, to find the moving poetry and old past.

The moonlit path, winding and quiet, seemed to take me into a mysterious and strange world.

So, I saw my seventeen-year-old youth, standing by the river in my hometown, facing the girl who was about to be separated, with pity in my heart, but I wanted to cry without tears. The girl held her long pigtails in her hands, her eyes were hopelessly facing the sky, and her face was already full of tears.

I saw the twilight of my hometown, the sunset shining with golden light, the lilacs blooming all over the roadside, the fishing singing late, and the tired birds returning to their nests. The sky above the cottage was already filled with smoke and the aroma wafted through. The children drove the buffalo and played the piccolo on the path back to the village.

I saw that in the thirteenth year, I was learning to swim in the river, and by accident, I fell into the deep water, and just as I was desperately struggling and fluttering, and was about to sink into the water, a classmate happened to swim from a distance and pulled me out of the water.

I saw a new secretary in the past unit, who saw that I was diligent and had achieved remarkable results, but because I only knew how to work hard and did not know how to speculate in the camp, and I had not been promoted for a long time, he gave me great help when I left the unit.

I also saw my mother's look of wonder and excitement every time I came home, and she had endless words to say to me every night. But when I was about to leave home, she counted the days day by day, as if I were going to take away her joy and hope.

I even saw an unknown girl whose youth and beauty fascinated me. I knew she would never be with me, but I thought of her because I loved her beauty and innocence, her lightness and etherealness.

The flowers are beautiful, and I have been beautiful, and the flowers are light, and I have been light. Although time has passed and my youth is gone, I am still thinking about letting the orange tree in my dream bear fruit and let the last rose in summer bloom in my heart.

In our memory, joy always flashes like a flash in the pan and disappears in an instant. Sorrow and sorrow can take deep root in the heart. Our hearts are as weak as water, sentimental and sad, and those feelings of tranquility, warmth, loneliness and loneliness often wander in our hearts, making us think innocently and obsessively, and persistently inquire, as if we want to crack the code of life.

Where do I come from and where am I going? It's a simple question, but it's hard to answer. But I know that I live to give, not to take, to make others live well, not to be a burden to others. I will let myself come and go empty, and I will not do any legacy and extravagant hopes. I just want to spread a sincere desire on the pure land of the soul.

I want to weep bitterly on the grave of my dead lover;

I want to be by my mother's side forever;

I want my poor brother to have a good life;

I want my poor sister to be humiliated again.

Sing a song of "I Wish You Peace" to yourself, to your family, to someone who makes us grateful and missed, I hope everyone is in a good mood, safe and happy.

In the world, there are many riches and countless treasures, but the word **** is the most impressive. It is a divine object that nourishes our feelings and soothes our hearts. The material life is simple, but the spiritual needs are so difficult. In the depths of our hearts, it is not money and possessions that are most intoxicating and intoxicating, but our lingering love affairs, and what we will remember most is not fame and power, but the women we once loved deeply. Money and fame are important in real life, but they are insignificant in our hearts. The soul is a pure and peaceful world, free from materialistic desires and the chaos of the world. Even when I leave this life, I won't take them with me, because these things are too heavy, too heavy, too annoying, too messy. I just want to go to see my departed lover with sincerity and emotion.

Whether a person is happy and happy may not depend on where he is or what he has, but on the level of his spiritual realm. Only family affection and love will be like the autumn sunshine, warming our mood in the melancholy wind. There are also the years of Fangfei, the moving years and pink dreams, full of the warmth and beauty of love. Let us remember, let us be moved.

The autumn wind is lovesick in the sleepless night, youth will fade ruthlessly in melancholy, and our hearts will slowly grow old in the constant pulse. But the beauty of the soul will make us forget the real situation and the rings of time, and will make us return home with the heart lost on the edge of the cliff.

We will be old, but our hearts cannot be old, our feelings and love cannot be old, and our dignity and ideals cannot be old. This is a necessary belief for us to be human beings and to live happily. We must use sincerity and love to nourish life, purify the soul, and poetic emotions. When we see through the red dust, live calmly, have kindness, show love to others, and put aside selfish distractions, worries and sufferings, our hearts can return to our ideal home.

Look at the flowers in the fog and look at the moon in the water. Our eyes may be lost in illusions, but our hearts are sincere. People and things in our eyes may not be beautiful, but our hearts can avoid the chaos and the hustle and bustle. Therefore, our souls will often feel hungry and thirsty, longing for beautiful emotions, yearning for a spiritual home.

This is a home built with heart and emotion, cherishing our childhood and youth, cherishing our love and sorrow, and cherishing our eternal gratitude and touch. Whenever we encounter troubles and frustrations, we calm down our moods, immerse ourselves in the feelings that have moved and sorrow us, think for a long time, feel subtle, and let us feel intoxicated by the dreamlike fragrance of birds and flowers, so as to brush away the heavy worries, return to peace and quiet, and let the mood be comfortable.

With a home for the soul, we have a paradise for the soul. Even if we are over eighty years old, even if we encounter misery, there will be a miracle medicine to soothe the soul.