Spiritual Home

Selection of beautiful articles:

Spiritual Home

This is a place that can A place where you can talk freely

Extract the good harvest and carry it forward

Wash away the depression and sadness in your heart

Regardless of whether there is anyone or not Clap your hands:

Have faith in your own vision

When you are hurt, go there and talk about it

When you are happy, come there and sing

One by one The drops merge into small streams

Only when there are streams can they merge into rivers (beautiful ancient sentences)

Our final destination is the vast ocean

Don’t be afraid of the twists and turns

Only calling for the ideals in the heart

This is a place to make friends

Everything can be sweet, bitter, spicy or salty there. Stirring

Colorful life sets sail there

Please do not underestimate your own power

Please do not lose the direction of progress

Please Don’t waste time by looking forward and backward (work review)

Please don’t wander around in a small area

The good thing about life is to watch the scenery along the way

Only walking Only then can you see the perfect expectation

Even if you live to the end, you will smile calmly

Because you can say

Your life is dedication and burning

This is a place where you can write as you wish

It doesn’t matter the number or quality of words

Feel free to express your innermost thoughts (love phrases)

Relieve all stress and maintain health

Release positive energy

Help others resolve their sufferings and avoid detours

Fewer worries and confusion

Broaden your mind and improve your enthusiasm for life

Cherish everyone around you and others

When you want to go home

Please remember this is Your spiritual home

Words are always our spiritual partners

The memory of the past cannot be erased

Because that is The trajectory of your growth

Sing all the way and be sad all the way

Gain laughter and hope along the way

No matter it is bumpy or smooth road

Only with hard work and sweat can you see a hundred flowers bloom

Every emotional song

is your emotional release

* ** Complementing tranquility

Life is about seeing sunshine in the ordinary

Please put your heart in the harbor of this home

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Looking for the home of the soul

Only today do I understand deeply that a person sometimes behaves suddenly, which even he himself did not expect. This kind of behavior is happening. There was no mental preparation before, but the consequences may affect his life.

On a dull summer day, at five o'clock in the morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my house. After that, I got dressed and washed. Everything was no different from usual. What happened next was a bit strange. What was different from the past was that I suddenly felt that the birds chirping outside the window had a certain personality. The delicate sound slapped my hearing and made me startled for no reason. So I accidentally stepped forward and opened the window, leaned forward to look at the land outside, which was gradually becoming more and more distinct in the morning light. My eyes were tightly captured by the mountains in the distance. It was as if a huge slap came from the netherworld and hit my brain with a bang. At that moment, I almost came out of my body and almost fainted. As if I accidentally fell into an abyss, I clearly felt that there was a magical force from nature controlling me, making me involuntarily follow it.

Under such a situation, I made a decision that surprised myself and others: to find a paradise of my own! From leaving a vague note confirming my whereabouts to my sleeping wife and children, to packing my simple luggage and going out to jump on a bus bound for a distant place, my actions were as fast as a military operation. For a teacher who had always stayed within the walls of the school and was almost isolated from the outside world, this trip was indeed a bit incredible. At that time, the school had not yet released for summer vacation. I was sitting in the car and was immersed in the excitement of speed. When I thought that the academic director could not find me on Monday morning, who had always been law-abiding and step-by-step, I released a wave of anger from the bottom of my heart. A kind of mischievous pride. I leaned lazily on the back of the sponge seat, feeling a sense of detachment in the comfort. The morning sunlight, which was not too strong yet, shone on my face through the car window. In front of my squinted eyes, there were golden dust particles. The dance creates an illusory blur.

I can’t explain why my fascination with the simplicity, tranquility and remote pastoral life described in classical poetry began with that old professor in college who had a Tao Yuanming, Wang Wei's brilliant analysis, or does it originate from the childhood and youth spent in the countryside that have often reappeared in dreams over the past few years? In short, in the huge contrast between the isolation and rigidity caused by the long-term study life and the material desires and fashion that are increasingly attacking my heart, I have always felt that I am confused and disoriented by the conflict in my soul. It seems that I am always confused. There was something stuck in my chest that made me breathless. Now I finally escaped from prison like a prisoner, looking at the fields and mountains coming towards me, able to breathe freely, like a fish that had been stranded for a long time and suddenly swam back to the vast waters. I firmly believe that this trip is not a wandering, but a return to the paradise in my heart, like a young man who left home to explore the world and now a great man who has become famous returns to his hometown.

At dusk, I stood on an empty street in a small town, and no one noticed that I broke into their peace and calm. There is no glitzy and flashy scene in the city, it is completely a small-scale rural market town. When my footsteps stopped in front of the farmhouse’s courtyard, which was not neat but full of fireworks, I seemed to have found myself. destination. After many years of wandering in the city, my soul is exhausted from the hustle and bustle. I have longed for a place far away from dangers, and now I can quietly taste the calmness and freedom that already belong to me.

Sixteen years ago, when I was in middle school in this small town, my eyes were always fixed on the many magical things outside the town. I never thought that one day I would come back and pick up those magical things again. Things that I have thrown away are scrutinized as if they were sacred objects. At that time, I was struggling in the whirlpool of poverty and hunger, and I longed to leave that remote and isolated village forever and make a name for myself in the outside world. Now, when the ideal of my youth has become a suffocating reality, I have become obsessed with this very simple and indifferent life, as if I have come full circle and returned to the place where I started. Lying on the rough and simple bed of the small inn, with the dim lamp as dim as a bean, I flipped through several ancient Chinese landscape and pastoral poetry collections that I had packed into my travel bag in a hurry. I was intoxicated by the thought of "After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature." In that leisurely and contented state, the mood is as calm and peaceful as a stream of autumn water.

Throughout the hot summer, I just wandered aimlessly in the plateau and mountainous areas around my hometown. I walked with tenderness and expectation, greedily feeling the heavy, rich and desolate atmosphere of the loess with my restless heart, as if I was once again experiencing the real and vivid things I experienced in the countryside at the beginning of my life. Bitter taste. When I knock on the doors of dilapidated farmyards with the admiration of a son, and talk to those kind and simple images in my memory, and the same vivid and vivid faces, the tide of emotion always opens the floodgates of sophistication, and those The soul and hot words that were within my reach made me shed tears of gratitude and joy.

For many years, I have been living in a state of chaos and unconsciousness, thinking that I have discovered the benefits of life and all the secrets of life. However, through the fission of my soul again and again, I have finally discovered the meaning of life. Gradually, I realized how erratic and pale the things I held in my hands were. I used to think that I had a firm foothold in life, but only now did I realize that I had been suspended in the air. In front of those people who believe that only immersing themselves in sweat is the most important thing, I look so weak and trivial. All my thoughts are inferior to the meaningful eyes of a cow quietly chewing the sun and moon under the shade of a tree.

However, I still felt a sense of alienation and alienation. More than ten years of urban life are like a mold, casting me into something rigid and stereotyped. Now when facing an environment that has not been modified or faked, and tasting the original flavor of the world, I already seem very clumsy and slow. . I have even lost the sensitivity to distinguish the direction of the wind, enjoy the coolness of morning dew, and recognize a weed from a crop field at a glance. So I realized sadly and lonely that I had forever lost the place where I appeared as the master. Qualifications on land. According to the original plan, I planned to return to my hometown, a small village called Shaofanggouquan, after roaming a hundred miles around, so that I could have a spiritual experience during this trip. But I drank in the disappointment and sadness alone.

That day I went all over the village looking for familiar folks, including my childhood friends who are now men with vicissitudes of life. However, I only saw a few old people holding their young grandchildren. When I asked, I learned that many young people All the young people went out to make money. This made me startled. Those material desires that I had temporarily forgotten for many days suddenly burst out from the bottom of my heart, burning me like a tongue of fire. Could it be that in what I thought was a paradise without the smell of patina, I bumped head-on into the devil that once drove me out of my mind? Where is the home of my soul?

On a hillside with sparse vegetation outside the village, I met a few disheveled children grazing herds of variegated goats. Ask them who their father is and where he went. An older child asked me with confusion on his face: "You haven't seen my dad? My dad is working in your city! He remitted 500 yuan last month and asked my mother to find me a daughter-in-law... "The companions nearby immediately pushed each other and winked, showing a nasty look on their faces.

I felt as if something had hit my head, and a pain from the depths of my soul filled my whole body. So I asked them if they were going to school. Several children shook their heads blankly. I still wanted to say something, but my lips seemed to be pressed against a stone slab, and they opened weakly without saying anything.

I was silent.

I dare not admit that the spiritual paradise I am looking for will be in the unknown mountain nook of the yellow land where the spiritual world is still poor.

For a long time after my return, I always felt that modern people’s efforts to find their spiritual home were ultimately in vain. When childhood and adolescence, full of poetry, passionate fantasy, are submerged by the tide of time, how can we truly retrieve those cherished thoughts and emotions? In the vastness, there is only the constant wind blowing by our ears, like our heavy breathing during the trek.

Selected Three Essays:

The Home of the Soul

I often look for my hometown, the hometown of my soul.

On the banks of the surging Yellow River, on the top of the majestic Mount Tai, on the shore of the surging sea, on the ancient fields, in the flow of the gurgling creek, the hometown of my soul, where are you?

I am a wanderer who cannot find my hometown, so I miss you even more. My hometown in my heart, did I lose you? Or have you abandoned me?

I am running wildly in the wilderness of my soul. I want to use the exhaustion of running to throw away my irritability, use my tiredness to forget the hustle and bustle of the city, and use my lonely soul to perceive the breadth and depth of nature. Will you give me one at that time? Surprises come according to your heartbeat. The hometown of my soul! Will you give me a deep hug in your suffering? Let me smell your long absence, let me feel the elucidation of your philosophical wisdom, let me use the past years to form an alliance with you, okay?

There is a saying in Zen that there is home everywhere and nowhere else. Home is where you feel at ease. :

But I don’t know where my heart should be? I don’t even know if my life has laid a solid foundation? Therefore, I often choose to wander to the ends of the earth to find the hometown of my soul.

In searching again and again, sometimes I passed by it, sometimes I seemed to see its shadow, but it was always difficult to catch it, which destined me to wander again. No one can live without his hometown. It is the foundation of human beings and the birthplace of the human soul. After struggling alone in the vastness of the world, I am even more eager to return to the hometown of my soul. But where are you? Where are you hiding? How should I find the hometown of you and my soul?

I packed my bags and went on a long journey. In the quiet valley and in the natural breeze, I seemed to be close to the hometown of my soul. But as soon as I returned to the city and merged into the crowd, I felt at a loss. I don’t know where my spiritual hometown has gone.

So learn to contemplate like a philosopher.

While burying himself in the ranks of explorers, he constantly picked up the books of sages, read them carefully, and chewed them slowly. For a long time, for a long time, I suddenly understood that in nature, I only had to temporarily forget my worries and remove some garbage from my soul. It has made some room for my heart. In fact, the hometown of my heart has not abandoned me. It is hidden in the deepest part of my heart. It is always looking forward to me calling it. It reminds me to cultivate it with my conscience. .

Oh, I know! Hometown of the soul, only when I wipe away the dust and cleanse the soul can you show your bright head, ignore past grudges, and shake hands with me.

The farthest distance in life is not the road, but the distance to one's own spiritual home. Some people spend their entire lives lost at the door of their own homes. They are trapped in a circle of their own making and cannot Extricate yourself. Some people spend their entire lives searching for something but never get it. That is the result of their efforts but not their intention. Some people search hard and find their spiritual home, but they do not cultivate flowers carefully, so their gardens are filled with sparse flowers and lush grass. Some people beautify their spiritual home into a harbor for people of all generations to rest and appreciate.

Each of us is the gardener of our own spiritual home, a lazy gardener who lets the flowers and grass in the yard grow freely. A diligent gardener will weed and catch insects, fertilize and loosen the soil for the flowers in the yard, so that at a specific moment in life, a field of brilliant flowers will bloom. A smart and diligent gardener will select flower seeds and carefully cultivate the most gorgeous flowers in life, so that they can become a vivid scenery in life, beautiful, quiet and elegant flowers, where they exude waves of fragrance, pleasing themselves and themselves. people.

When a person’s spiritual home is full of flowers, he must stay away from vulgarity and low-level taste, possess an elegance and calmness, and enter the realm of Dahua. This is what life is like, and literature is like this. , we need to constantly wake up, wake up, constantly search, and constantly create, in order to approach the realm of perfection.

Home of the soul, you are everyone’s unique landscape. You reflect the high and low of a soul, and you reflect a person's ideological and moral character. Only by wiping your soul frequently can you filter out the truth, goodness and beauty, and polish your name over the years.