Brilliant grass flowers, under the North Hall of Luo Sheng.
The south wind blows its heart, shaking for whom to vomit?
The loving mother leans on the doorway, and the wanderer walks bitterly.
Whenever I see this poem, my heart is sour, and it brings me back to the memory of a few years ago------
(This is a true story, a journey I have personally experienced, and today I plucked up the courage to write this true confession.) If there are any feelings in the world that are the most sincere, then after reading it, you who have had painful memories like me, do the emotions in your heart fluctuate at this time)
Trapped
Every day we study normally, sometimes we go to the labor site, always want to use busyness to forget our troubles, but no matter what, we can't find a pure land in our hearts that can be inhabited. By chance, I attended an educational video lesson in the prison district about an old mother who was nearly 80 years old and visited her 60-year-old daughter. The old man walked on crutches, walked in the same direction, leaned on his back, and walked into the meeting hall with the support of the police, and the daughter was across the glass, holding the phone opposite the old man, that kind of desolation and warmth, the huge contrast, let me respect the old man in my heart. The greatness of the world comes from the reflection of small life.
My cell is an elderly and sick area. Scenes like those played in a video can be seen everywhere around you. Every day, touching pictures happen, every day because of the family affection and tears, every day in the role of mother and daughter switch. Here, it is the stage of life, and a scene of family affection is staged at the bottom of the falling valley.
Every day, I am touched by some pictures, the women here use love to pour their youth, use love to awaken the coldness around them, and use love to enrich every day. Selflessness and dedication have become customary here, and care and help can be seen everywhere.
Lao Tzu said: "Faith is not beautiful, beautiful words are not believed, the good do not discern, the debater is not good... This is probably the most simple description of this scene.
(Today's confession is my thirteenth part, and I would like to say that good people can find beauty and affection around them everywhere, which is better than the most beautiful language in the world.) ）
