Once upon a time, a boy was lying beside the desk, seemingly lazy and motionless, staring blankly at the peach forest in the distance. Rows of peach trees were swinging their bodies far away, but he was not appreciating them, he was meditating and thinking about the logic, equations or geometric figures of mathematics. At that time, he was born like this and completely forgot himself. His classmates passed by one by one, A piece of laughter quarreled to his ears, but he didn’t feel it at all. He just stared at and thought.

That is a kind of fascinating cleanness. If the Lijiang River described in the textbook in my memory is clear to the bottom, a trace of water waves cannot cover the scenery at the bottom of the river at all, pebbles and fish can be clearly seen, reflecting the beauty of green mountains, freedom is a kind of cool beauty without the disturbance of silt. It is completely a transparent place. When I was young, I began to yearn for the beauty of Lijiang River in the textbook, I want to experience the cleanness and transparency of the Lijiang River in person and give myself a clean place. This kind of absorbed thinking has been lost for a long time now. When I think of it occasionally, I have a lot of aftertaste lingering in my heart. That kind of mood of self-sighting and sorrowful is also born leisurely, and I want to return to the youth and Clea. It was a kind of empty meditation, as if you were in the deep of the mountain, surrounded by green mountains high and far, and you were in it, just like you were in the bottom of a huge green pot, with complete freedom of body and mind without any hindrance, the heart is as high as the mountain, as big as the wild, spreading endlessly and heartily. That is another kind of freedom, the freedom to forget oneself, A winding road jumped out of the mountain and disappeared after several turns in another mountain. I don’t know how far it is and the space full of imagination. I want to have this kind of freedom again, this kind of freedom of indulgence. Today’s youth has grown up, he is still him, because he is still called this name, no one replaces it, but he is not him, because he has no previous meditation, the mood can’t be united at all, or it has experienced the twists and turns of life, maybe it has permeated more responsibilities of life, or it has lost itself and lost the direction of freedom in the heart. This young man still gazes now, but his mood is quite different. In His gazing eyes, many complicated feelings given by life are clearly revealed, at this time, you may not know what on earth he is thinking, because he thinks too many and too many questions, and he can hardly even remember how many things he has thought one day, not to mention how many things have been figured out. I want to make my mind simple again and enjoy wandering in the free world. Young age is beautiful, because there are dreams, now many dreams have been realized, and the rest is reality. The dream in my heart has come to an end, and then I walk into the boundless ocean, just like losing the course, the captain who couldn’t steer himself could not let the wind and waves on the sea blow, and how much anger he occasionally had in his chest was suppressed by helpless mood, unable to resist or fight, the whirlpool that could not reveal self-mood was blown forward, backward, left and right by the strong wind, floating in all directions, and I didn’t know when I could land, I didn’t know whether there was something beautiful after landing, and even if he wanted to do something after landing, it was unknown, but he still thought about it after all. Growing up more and more troubles, but less and less things can be done. Things like frozen thoughts come one by one seemingly unrelated, but I am not prepared for these things, I was caught off guard by life. I could only marvel at that life was the martial arts master with the highest kung fu, and I felt ashamed of being inferior. This kind of self-mockery was just an accidental bitter smile, which could not bring any comfort. Stones as big as soybeans were thrown into the sea, and were submerged without arousing spray, even the sound was submerged by waves of waves. As a young man, he has grown up, but he is still himself after all. It is just that the Bud has grown up, but it has not changed in his heart. Take a beautiful dream and start again. The turning point of this life may be in this night, this silent night. Let your mind fly and leave your own ideal of devotion. That is your own lighthouse. Even in the dark night and the boundless ocean, you can also illuminate your own path. I still miss it in my heart and call for freedom, the clear freedom! I sincerely believe that there is freedom if you have dreams! Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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