Wandering people, old in the heartWandering, mostly because there is no concern or too much concern. For a person with affection or love, it is impossible to think about him wandering, because his heart is steadfast and worried, just like a kite with a strong line around, it will fly securely in its own sky; for too many people concerned, his body and mind carry too much weight, heavy heart, let him want to drift, to break free from the shackles of the soul, to release himself; and for those who are not concerned, the heart is as light as the wind, in the vast sea of people, maybe it made him feel the loose feeling, the emptiness, he also chose to drift, find a concern in the wandering, A Enron. Heart, restless, undisciplined, decided to drift, to linger. The suppression of life, the fear of death, and the desire for freedom are a burden of relief. After reading the <unbearable light in life> of the Czech writer Milan Kundera, I realized that, once my feelings and desires fall apart, after obtaining a moment of warmth and relief, the rest is unbearable in life. Like lust, life is heavy, because it is heavy, so the choice of wandering, In the waves to get the relief and Freedom of the soul, in the heart of the lingering old, reincarnation. There is no stable home, but one is alone in a strange world. Maybe I'm tired of the noise of the city and the troubles around me. So I packed up a simple outfit and said goodbye to everything I was familiar; can also, to the heart of the inner, the heart of the persistence, lingering in the familiar and unfamiliar cities, villages, in the heart of the numbness of anesthesia themselves, to fight against the fatigue of life. Envy those who may be wandering around by their own mood. They are happy, not fleeing, not escaping. They want to let their experiences kiss in nature and embrace everything they can embrace. They truly welcome the noble baptism and care of life. Another kind of wandering is that the mind has too much weight. I want to give my heart a rest and a little time to settle on myself. In foreign countries, there is no wandering, some travel, and adventure. The story of Robinson drifting Desert Island is a side of Western culture. I have read an article saying that in Western countries, most houses are built by stones, while in China, most houses are made of wood. The houses destroyed by Xiang Yu are typical, the authors think of two distinct cultures in China and abroad. In China, there are Qu Yuan's self-sinking Luo, Zhang Liang's success and retreat, and Tao Yuanming's wine hedge. China is a country that is suitable for wandering and needs to be wandering. Her beautiful scenery requires some people to enjoy and sing songs, and some people to go to theme worship. Wandering, from home, also in home. The hot land of growth is inseparable from the familiar hometown accent, but also the warmth of the home watching. I once heard a story saying that a person is dedicated to finding and repairing Buddha, he said goodbye to his loved ones, his hometown, and packed his bags for traveling and wandering. how many years later, he returned to his hometown with frustration. In the dark night, his heart was so miserable that he went to his home and greeted him with the Dark lights that had not been extinguished for many years, it was his elderly mother, white-haired. When he saw it, he grayed down. He knew that the Buddha he had been searching for over the years was in front of him-his mother. Hometown is the start point and end point of life. Wandering, giving the soul a free rest corner. The heart is always in pursuit of the home that can make yourself secure, seeking for yourself and interpreting life in an endless wandering. One day, when a wandering person reaches that territory, his mind will be relieved. Wandering people, old in the heart, reincarnation.
