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The love between us is as light as air/And I still can’t bear it/Let the past things keep piling up in my heart/If you don’t know how to cherish the missing, it will expire // The love between us is as heavy as air/the more I want to escape, the more addicted I am/the memory is too crowded for me to breathe/I can only embrace the air/pretend that it is you/never stay away Inscription I have never written a topic about my mother in the article, and I don’t know where to write the article because of the few contacts. I remember when I was a child, when I just left my mother, my neighbor asked me whether I wanted *** mom or not, and whether I hated *** mom or not. I thought that my mother abandoned us, which was a question that I avoided. Children’s Hearts don’t understand hate, but they are full of missing. At first, I fought with boys in my class when I was in school. I always thought that I would be bullied because I didn’t have a mother, so I put on a posture that if someone bullied me, I would bully others. Later, when I heard my classmates talking about my mother, I would envy him: it’s nice to have a mother! But I will say nothing about mother. The unanimous silence of people around me made me gradually forget my mother. Gradually growing up, I once thought that I was a ruthless cold-blooded animal and found that I would not be moved by those wailing or sensational scenes on TV. As for my mother, I thought that I had no feelings at the same time. I thought that I would not express my love without my mother’s care. Later I knew that it was not that I would not be moved, but that the story was not true enough. Now I can meet my mother occasionally, knowing that she loves us, but how can the emotional estrangement over the years be eliminated in a flash. Every time we meet, unconsciously, we often talk about the unhappiness of the past. She always says aggrieved that I know you hate me. At this time, I often keep silent, but the subtext in my heart is: I don’t hate any more, I don’t hate you anymore. On the contrary, I miss you very much. Although I seldom met each other, I found that my mother knew me very well. Needless to say, she knew why I couldn’t fall asleep at night. She called me and told me to insist on taking medicine even if I got sick soon, at that time, I started to escape from the idea of taking medicine, all of which made me feel that my mother, who looked hip hop on the outside, was very delicate in heart. When I grew up, I found myself becoming like a child. I would like to have the warmth of my mother. I would like to play coquetry in front of her. I was sleepy and tired. I would like to hide in her arms and do nothing! We often express our love for our families through practical actions, but it is hard to say that I love you personally. Such sensational words will make each other sigh! Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, sincerely say: Mom, happy holidays! Of course, not only on Mother’s Day, but also every day! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Meditation

[Introduction] as for feelings, I am undoubtedly a loser. I am too addicted to the past and paranoid about my ideals. I am too dull and silent, especially because I attach too much importance to responsibilities and worry a lot, these various reasons make me often hold back. When the car galloped on the Chengdu Plain, my heart began to wander again. The gloomy sky was drizzling, and the shallow outline of the house was drawn in the distance. The sky in the basin was always like this, I don’t like the gloomy sky, the blurred scenery and even the faint obscurity in the air. The same hazy, but without the light spirit of the morning fog in the mountains, the morning fog is erratic but there are thousands of changes. And have seen sun sets, afterglow Zhaoying between heaven and earth, Qianshan Evening Mist, wild birds to forests. Compared with the darkness of the sky in the basin and the fog in the mountains, only the Twilight has the most heavy sense of time and space, just like people who travel far away and think about their homeland, which can best embody a kind of desolation and tranquility color, especially attract people’s imagination; another example is that the ancient city of Saibei sits towards the south, which has its own calmness and atmosphere. I tried to sit and watch the dusk, the layers and mountains overlapping and looming so that they disappeared. I stared at them. It seemed that there were too many stories in the twilight, including the lost childhood, the past, and the joys and sorrows of the world. In the intoxication, I only feel that the time is long and the world is long, and time is just a muddle. It doesn’t matter if winter comes and spring comes, and the cold and summer change. In Japanese traditional literature, things are interlinked with each other, and things are sad, mysterious and elegant, among which things are sad and sympathetic, which are used to shape the deep and slender unique aesthetic feeling in literary works. I am calm and not fond of flashy, and I often read Japanese works by Yasuji Kawabata. Influenced by Japanese traditional literature, my feelings of happiness and anger are easy to follow foreign objects. Therefore, some people may regard me as pessimistic and grumpy, in fact, it is not because although there is sadness in the mourning, there is no sadness and rage. For example, natural phenomena such as faded flowers and residual red flowers, falling autumn leaves and falling grass are often easy to grasp the weakest part in people’s hearts, which makes people think and feel, however, this thought and feeling does not necessarily represent pessimism about the world. Moreover, every time I encounter setbacks or difficulties, I never feel fear and always face difficulties. Therefore, although I am dull, I can still stumble forward. As for emotion, I was undoubtedly a loser. I was too addicted to the past and paranoid about my ideal. I was so stubborn that I paid too much attention to responsibility that I was worried. These various reasons made me always stop. In fact, I am not afraid of losing or taking responsibility. I just don’t want to pursue too blindly before myself or the other party is ready, because blindness often means harm. As for now, it seems that I am just used to waiting. After waiting for yesterday, today, and maybe tomorrow, I will find a place to sit down alone every other time, examine your heart carefully, look through those ugly or beautiful worries, and try to sort out some clues for your life. Walking in the world, we are often fascinated by flashy eyes and ignore the existence of ourselves. We need to find a place to place our lonely soul in this complicated situation. People who cultivate Immortals and practice Taoism re-practice and are good at enlightenment, but I only have reference but no enlightenment, so I can’t understand life. Suddenly I woke up with a start, looking through what I had written on that day, it seemed that I had something to say, but I also heard someone whispering downstairs, whose voice was so clear that I could not tell the sorrow and happiness, while all the people in the same room were asleep, fang Jue night is already deep. The night is really deep! 2010.3.29 [Editor in charge: Ke Er] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…