Actually, we’re close

Today is not half a month, but the moon hook through the thin cloud like cicada wings is so bright. Maybe it was the drizzle last night that cleaned the sky, and today’s wind wiped it gently. Today’s month is no longer so lonely, with stars around it. Mom, look, why are the stars and the moon so close. The familiar tone in childhood echoed in my ears. Putting Buddha was like a record stored for more than twenty years, which suddenly played back the memory of that year. With the bright moon, the child in front of me looked like a photo. I vaguely found the smiling face of that year. Well, in fact, they are always very close, just blocked by clouds and mist, and can’t be seen. The young mother gently bounced off the fallen leaves on her son’s head. Oh? He bit his fleshy finger in his mouth. Uncle, what do you think? Are they always very close? He asked about me around him. I don’t know this either. The sudden problem made me speechless. I haven’t heard such a lovely question for many years. He also wanted to seek more answers from others, but his mother grabbed him first and didn’t talk to strangers casually. He pouted and seemed not to understand the philosophy of this sentence. Why not talk to strangers? Too late to think, he was dragged and unwilling to leave. My kid looks so cute. I heard from them that I was the same in those years. And her mother’s vigilance is quite like my mother’s tone. Don’t talk to strangers casually. I didn’t know the meaning of my parents’ repeated exhortations at that time. I just kept hearing that the bad guys wanted to cheat the children to sell, and the Big Wolf also wanted to take away the children. I have heard too many stories that are both true and unreal, and I only have the eyes of fear, as if every bad guy would turn me away. Later, primary school teachers taught me to have the consciousness of preventing bad people, middle school teachers taught me to fight with bad people with wisdom and courage, and university teachers taught me to use legal weapons to safeguard my own interests, society has taught me not to trust anyone. They told me to guard against the bad guys carefully. I asked them who were the bad guys, but they prevaricated and just told them to protect themselves. They call this the way of life, the way to protect oneself, and the heart to prevent people. They have been playing the drama of human nature. Although, they read the lines of good nature at the beginning of life. Then, when I faced some smaller and more beautiful children experiencing the world. I was like an experienced old man who talked about the dangers of people. I remembered the brochure sent by the school when I just entered the university, which carefully warned us not to ask strangers to help carry luggage casually. Because there were criminals who used tricks of cheating. Therefore, I was tired and sweating, but rejected the enthusiasm of my senior. The next year, I went to welcome the new arrivals, and this scene continued. In fact, I think this is normal. If you have seen the tricks of swindlers and lies on the street, aren’t you alert to the kindness of strangers? Having heard the story of falling down and ruining people, do you dare to give your love so frankly? Having experienced the wonderful hands of thieves, can’t you guard against the people around you? After chewing carefully, this is really the reason. Since I watched the video of little Yueyue, I always like to think about it. I was worried that one day, I fell to the ground because of my weak body. Passers-by around me would bypass me, a waste in the way, let me lie on the ground and groan incapable, and let the car run over me. After that, everyone will criticize the numb Chinese people in words and writing on the Internet, and then sigh with the tone of a just bystander that today’s Chinese people have lost their conscience because of their moral corruption. They will be deeply impressed by all this, but they firmly believe that it has nothing to do with themselves. Even though they are educating their children, don’t look for trouble. I have always believed that this kind of bad luck would not happen to me. In fact, like me, many people believe that they will not encounter such a thing. I remembered a piece of news I had read that an old man fell down in the street, and the people who came and went were just on guard, but dared not come forward to help. Suddenly, the old man shouted, I fell down by myself, which has nothing to do with others. In an instant, passers-by felt relieved, abandoned the coat of onlookers, opened their hidden kindness and helped the old one after another. In a flash, I admired the wisdom of the old man. Later, I heard more wise things. The legislator revised the law with great insight. The legislation stipulates that anyone who extorts aid will be investigated for criminal responsibility. However, I have never heard that the law can solve moral problems once and for all. However, I would like to ask more, when the reporter wrote the manuscript, was there any embarrassment lamenting for morality in his heart? When the legislation was passed, did the voting hand tremble for the loss of trust? I feel a little strange. Do you really need to provide credit as a guarantee to help you raise your hand? Does the custom of helping others really need the majesty of the law to defend? In order to retain that kind heart, do we really need to be familiar with the tactics of war, use our mind to deal with things, and the heart of preventing people is better than that of preventing Sichuan? We really need to use the wisdom accumulated for five thousand years to fight with others. Do we really need the military strategy to protect this kind of kindness? They said the streets in the city were bustling and crowded. However, I think the bustling streets are not crowded at all. Because, we all keep a distance with people around us highly consciously. The distance in physical sense is very close, but the distance in spiritual sense is very far apart. We are not without conscience, we just lack a trust in the estrangement of our hearts. Some people always believe that everything is far away from themselves, and they can criticize others’ faults like bystanders. In fact, it is very close. Your casual words and deeds are a kind of promotion to it. Others always believe that they are too far away from themselves and there is no need to help them. In fact, we are very close. Since we all exist in society and in the same family, helping our relatives is helping ourselves. 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Yellow sand fall, eyes still red troubles

In the afternoon, in the suburb, the path winds. At this time, there was no bird in the quiet wilderness, and everything was quiet. Walking silently, the path gradually extended behind me. Only my heart was following me, and I didn’t know when I would reach the end of the road. I just raised my forefoot blankly, and followed my forefoot again. Perhaps this is the real ease, without taking into account the worries of the world of mortals behind you. Let thoughts make the most real and pure natural travel. The sunshine above my head is not as warm as yesterday’s. Maybe it is the wind, which has blurred the whole day. The path is still, quiet, dark yellow appearance. The grass covered both ends of the road and crawled under the dry tree. The scenery seemed a little bleak, but compared with the prosperous world, it was extremely indifferent, with nothing hypocritical in it. I like it. It seems to have become a habit to walk here. I am used to throwing all the burdens behind my mind and letting my heart feel the detached nature. When the wind blows, the dead leaves and yellow sand are flying all over the sky, forming a picture that is difficult to draw and flow in the sky. The hazy dark yellow was frozen at that moment, everlasting. The wind messed up the hair and covered my eyes. I was still lingering on the path. The shrill horn came from my ear, and I knew the sound came from the top of the tree, whistling in the wind. The wind blowing towards me surrounded me by dust. I didn’t shake off the dust, let the wind blow the dust all over my face. At that moment, I thought I had returned to my original nature. I have become a part of nature. I closed my eyes and wished that I was that tiny dust, flying all over the world with the strong wind. There is no need to worry about where the road ahead is. Even if there is abyss or thorns ahead, you can fly away as long as there is wind. Standing in the wind and sand, thoughts can be freely dissociated, so in the windy days, the heart will fly with the yellow sand all over the sky. The road extends all the way, and I keep moving forward. After walking for a long time, I didn’t reach the end of the road. Looking up from afar, it was the wind and sand that covered my eyes. I could not see the edge of the sky or where the end of the road was. After tossing and turning, I suddenly found that the oncoming wind was pushing me forward. I was stunned for a long time and felt inexplicable, but I was already walking in the path when I came. The wind is really not good, I have to run forward. You can’t explain the reason to the wind, you can only be blown by the wind to make your legs hurt. It turns out that downwind sometimes makes people feel headache. Tired, tired, run by the wind, that is a kind of enjoyment. It is already very leisurely and relaxed. Isn’t it a headache if the wind blows you again? Just like our life, everyone wants to live without annoyance and worry-free, sailing along the water. But if it is too smooth, you will feel that life is boring just like plain boiled water. If you put it in your mouth, you will have no courage to taste it. It seems that a plain life is hard to find! But at least the wind will not be insincere. It will give full play to its joys and sorrows, never hide or agree with it. The wind on the path still blew me forward. Now I have adapted to it and even began to enjoy it. The withered grass on the roadside also waved and nodded to me at this time, and the withered branches on the top of the head also waved their hands to me. The dark yellow dust and sand carried the wind on my shoulder. At that time, there was a strange tenderness in my heart. The faint sunshine lengthened my rising lip line and smiled again and again. I like walking silently on this Wilderness Road, being blown by the wind and surrounded by dust and sand. That was the purest and most natural invitation without any false smiles. Even if I want to leave, just like now. The path behind me is still winding, extending to a long distance. It was not shortened because of my running and tiredness; The withered and yellow weeds were still worshiping at the foot of the tree, and did not stop swinging because of my leaving; The tree was still raging in the wind, yellow sand still pushes me to run. The horn of departure was played behind him, and it seemed particularly loud at this time. It turns out that they have seen me off, but in different ways. I couldn’t help looking back frequently, but I was fascinated by the wind and sand at a certain moment. I let tears flow on my face and didn’t wipe them. I was afraid that I would hurt this innocent heart. Tears stop, standing on the road and the port of the street, I want to make a final stay with the dust. The withered leaves flying all over the sky are holding hands with me now. It is like an inexplicable invitation and an inevitable move forward. Ye Ying, dancing in the wind, unexpectedly blended into the streets of the city at this time. A burst of car shadow went through, and Ye Huala fell on the gorgeous Street with the passing wind. A gust of wind rose, and the withered leaves drifted with the wind and left where they were. The traffic flows towards the city and the shadows rush. I looked there, where there was still my breath. Tired and tired, I can retreat here and make the closest and most free contact with the curved path, withered weeds, dry branches and yellow sand on the pavement. Let’s get the most natural and refreshing experience of Maokun washing. When the yellow sand is gone, the world of mortals is still in front of us. The eyes are bustling, everything behind me is quietly separated from me at this moment, and the wind stops instantly. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…