A deep imprint in the heart
——The eighth mark of the deep heart
Text/Yafeng
The journey of life, along the way, will always leave many marks in the depths of the heart, that is the accumulation of life, is the memory of passion, is the driving force for moving forward.
The most imprinted in the depths of the heart is gratitude. Grateful parents for bringing us to this world, with hard work to raise us as adults, so that we have the opportunity to hear and witness the wonderful world, personally appreciate the taste of life. We are grateful to our teachers for teaching us knowledge and guiding us on the road of a healthy life. Especially the teachers whose words or actions change our whole lives. Thank you for our partner, she (he) is the one who knows you know that you love you and hurt you, and is the only one who will accompany you for life. As a teacher, I am deeply grateful to my many students who accompanied me to appreciate the most beautiful scenery of life, and I learned a lot from them. We are grateful to many relatives and friends, who accompany us to support us on the road of life, especially the people who help us in the most difficult times, and pull us when we are in danger, so that we can avoid being hurt or even death threats. Thank you to all those who are kind to us. Grateful for this era, grateful for our country, has given us a wonderful stage to realize the value of life and perform life. We are grateful to nature for providing us with the sunshine, air and water necessary for our survival and everything. thanksgiving...... Gratitude is a mark written with a brush dipped in thick ink, which is difficult to erase.
There are still indebtedness in the depths of the heart. Indebted to our parents, what our parents give us is all they have, what we give to us is selfless, what we give back to them, how much time we spend with them, to what extent we understand what they think and need, and even for one reason or another, when they leave this world, they fail to see them give them the last journey at the last sight, thus becoming an eternal pain in our hearts. Everyone should be a good son (daughter), a good husband (wife), a good father (mother), but how many people can give a 100% qualified answer, isn't it indebted? How many teachers, how many brothers, how many relatives and friends and even passers-by, when they reach out to us, we may only say a word of thanks, and then never have the opportunity to meet again, and we have a pile of arrears in our hearts. In particular, those who have given us great help, even brought us back to life and changed our lives, have we given people a corresponding return? owe...... The deficit is also written in thick ink, and it is an indelible mark.
There is also hatred in the depths of the heart. On the road of life, it is inevitable to meet people who do not understand that you do not support you or even tear down the stage, and it is impossible for one hundred percent of people to understand that you support you. Framing the curse is just a gust of wind in our ears, and we have not lost anything. The tripper may have caused us to fall and get up in place. The demolitionist may cause our stage to temporarily collapse partially, so we will rebuild the stage, and the new stage will be stronger and more exciting. As for those who throw stones into the well, we will take the sound of the stone touching the water as a wake-up call, climb up from the well and continue to move forward. These small hatreds always exist in the heart, and there is only self-seeking trouble. Remember that those who hate suffer themselves, but those who are hated are relaxed. It is meaningless to compare high and low with short people, to discuss the length and weakness of despicable villains, and to lower one's identity. Small hatred is written down in pencil, and can be erased at any time. There is a kind of hatred that is carved on the stone with a knife, that is, the hatred of the country and the nation, and those thieves who kill my compatriots and plunder my treasure and trample on my rivers and mountains must not be forgotten, not to mention that to this day there are still untouchable thieves who look at me and kill my heart.
The most imprinted in the depths of the heart is beauty. There are many beautiful moments and beautiful events on the road of life, which do not need to be deliberately recorded or forgotten. When the ancients were cloudy, the cave house flower candle night, and the gold list was titled, in fact, the beauty of life did not stop there. The warm embrace of your parents, the childhood teacher gently touched your head, joined the team and joined the party, achieved excellent results in study, harvested success in work, a magical trip, met a new friend, reunited with old friends for many years, students made major achievements, read a good book, watched a good drama, and the country's major happy events made us more excited... Beauty does not need to be deliberately remembered, it will float in the mind from time to time, and even reappear in dreams. There are many good memories in our hearts, so that we are full of hope for life, our spirit is uplifted, and we are invincible.
The imprint in the depths of the heart, the erasure that should be erased, the preservation that should be stored, the forgetting that should be forgotten, the memory that should be remembered.
(Beijing as of March 31, 2022)
【About the author】Ya Feng (male), a native of Beijing, a literature lover who studied mathematics, has published nearly one million words of works or launched on the Internet after retirement. Carry forward the righteousness, praise the truth, goodness and beauty, and keep working hard in the old age.