Many years ago, I walked alone in the wilderness, just like I am now, enjoying the loneliness and loneliness of the night. I and my ethereal shadow, stubbornly moved to the depths of the wasteland. I forgot the cities, villages, the world of mortals and the floating crowd behind me, but I finally walked out of the wasteland and lived or felt the same kind of life as people on the edge of the city.. I know this idea is almost naive, but my only reason is to prove that all evasion is a kind of resistance. In the city, my eyes are often wet with mist. It was an extremely ordinary autumn. Under the northwest sky, my figure was monotonous and lonely, just like my soul now has no place to follow.. I closed the hard security door, left my house under house arrest behind, and happily headed for the boundless sand sea. It was a long and difficult journey. Strangely, I didn’t feel tired. My heart was surrounded by a joyful tide.. I know that my departure is a good relief. How wonderful it is to stay away from the crowd and be alone in the wilderness. When I reached the edge of the desert, my eyes poured on the frozen sand waves. I was questioning my soul. Do you really want to go in?? When I finally got the exact answer, I lifted gai’s feet decisively. I walked very hard, the soft silver sand was like cotton wool, and my feet were deep. I felt that this was not just an adventure. In a sense, I was completing my dream of surpassing myself or others.? I don’t know. My figure wanders in the sand sea, like a tiny tadpole, death or birth is beyond my control. The only thing I can do is to let the wind-like soul spread its wings. I can’t see a tree, a plant of grass, a kind, it’s a real loneliness. I opened all the heart windows and let the cool desert wind pass through my chest. While I was enjoying myself, I saw a flock of bird nephews sweeping through the desert like dense raindrops. Then, the world was silent, only my heart beat. That was my soul’s footsteps, crossing the wilderness or something. At last I was tired and fell on the boundless sand sea. I looked up at the sky and held silver sand in my hand. I felt slippery. In addition, I also feel the real emptiness. I know that at this moment, I am the core of the wasteland. I am talking to the wasteland with my soul, just like now, I am hiding in the depths of the night and listening to the sound of the passage of time.. At that time, I seemed to forget everything, honor, status, dignity and money, as if completely changed. The rare quietness and freedom convinced me once again that sometimes I had to get out of the crowd and chew something on the wasteland of time.. I was a little scared when the sun went over my head. I just found out that I am still a common man. Taking advantage of the light, I have to walk back, walk back to the crowd, walk into the world of mortals, and live in the way of people on the edge of the city or enjoy the same kind of life.. So, I quickly got up from the sand, and my steps were urgent and flustered.. I’m afraid of death. I’m afraid I can’t be born after death. I’m back in the city. In the days away from the wasteland, I ponder the joy and satisfaction of walking on the wasteland.. On such a deep night, I understand more and more that I am denying myself day by day and finally being eroded by the world of mortals.. 1000 words
Month: October 2018
People, who is not a silly time. He always said that he did not believe in climbing the sky at one step. How could he ask for trouble today?? It’s been the third class for five years. I thought I would establish a different way of communication with them from other teachers, that is, open class and interesting study, and think they have accepted my teaching methods.. But reality is my best teacher, and the end result is that they haven’t changed a bit. What they should or should not learn is what they should do.. This virtually tells me that other people really can’t be changed by themselves, and I don’t want to change other people any more, because besides this, there was the one last night.. Last night, while we were preparing for the row dance, the girl who took us to the dance suddenly said that she could not dance with us, so only the four of us were left to do this dance. It’s okay, then let’s do it. Anyway, we’ve already learned this dance, and the four of us are taught by a teacher. The movement should be much less running-in time and more tidy.. As a result, trouble came. The four of us are roommates who know each other very well, while the former leaders were outside the class and they listened to her very much. But now, we need a backbone. I don’t like being controlled by others, so I take the initiative to act as a backbone. However, it was only then that we found out that everyone’s attention was not focused, they looked from left to right, and there were many opinions when talking about actions. Three people in a single action have three directions and each said they were right.. I told them that we should keep in order and choose a direction as our standard action. At this time, I did not speak, or I said ” casually.”. casual? This is my own business? Are you big ye or Buddha? Whatever it is, just listen to me. I chose the direction to the left, and as a result, there was a man muttering and complaining, and I was angry and said to her, Just let you say, you don’t say, now ask you again, which side did you choose, so she lowered her head, it would be night, and the light was above her head, so her whole face was buried in the darkness, and I couldn’t see her expression, but it must not be good.. At last she said, look ahead. So I followed her words down and set the direction directly. After I was fierce, they cooperated a lot. Soon, a dance was finished. I asked them, are they confident? Without confidence, we will jump again, with confidence, we will dissolve, and they looked at each other, so I counted down, ” 321, no? Let’s go. ‘ is dissolved. In fact, if only the dance movements are not unified, I will not do so. The biggest problem is their procrastination.. In the countryside, the groups are different, and the busy degree is different. Their logistics team will have nothing to do after the meal is finished. However, our newsgroup will have to issue papers all day, especially at that time and at night, and we will have to revise the papers and arrange the papers on various websites, which is very tedious and takes a lot of time. What about them, they will drag their feet and walk around in the east and west when they come to practice dancing, and talk to this for two sentences. That will be the same even if I call out loud next to them.. I’m really angry. The most difficult thing to change in this world is’ others’. It is true that I am wrong, so I will devote my time and energy to myself in the future. This truth has long been known to oneself, why do you still persist in not understanding and always have hope for others?? The best way to get along is not to have hope for others.
The heat wave is like an invisible wind. The feeling of the whole body is like a heat wave when the steamed bun cage is opened, and the waves rush toward the body.. Not for a long time, the irritation in my heart forced people to be anxious. If it weren’t for some human cover, I really wanted to talk to the tree sparrow, why can it wander freely in the shade and enjoy the coolness of the branches and leaves? Can’t, it’s really hard to bear this kind of treatment from God. He found the tree sparrow’s cry and stepped on the growing green and came to the side of the running water.. A hug of thick poplars with thick leaves covered half of the courtyard ( the homestead granted by the government in the 1970s was four points large ), half covered the slope and half covered the running water, and came to the ground where the canopy was shadowed and saw few vegetation.. This is common sense. I can cook people under people, not trees under trees. When I went to primary school, I worked in the production team to see this kind of situation. The adults said that the teaching under that kind of situation at that time was definitely not just that kind of meaning. It is likely that people can adapt to a variety of environments.. Looking closely at the ground, it is moist and moist. It is also understandable that the sun is not shining, the wind is gentle under the tree, and the natural moisture will be preserved for a longer time.. However, this kind of environment has made me feel much better. It really didn’t take long for the sweaty back to have cool wind wafted across, the heart beat slowly down, and the quality of human nature also increased. The mood of return mended the culture and consciousness that I lost in my heart just now.. I feel that my satisfaction with my mood and consciousness is like the feeling of having attended a class and reaping a good harvest.. This kind of free training class makes me feel deeply. In such weather and under such circumstances, only this kind of environment can soothe me and elevate my mind and personality at a time.. Cool, at this time can let all life needs take a back seat. At this time, this wind tree, this stream of water, is the paradise of life I am chasing. The wind is very quiet and the green space by the river is full of greenery. At this time, it highlights Nai’s thought-provoking self – restraint. The water reads a summer poem and sings happily with the participating birds and insects. Flowers and fragrance linger in the place of my thoughts.. I don’t know how I should be grateful to God. I just want to ask what God is.? How many kinds of beliefs we have set up with imagination, I feel that this grass, this flower, this tree and this brook are true. They give me a deep experience at this time. Who uses love to let my body, mind and spirit get the most beautiful share.. Water always produces so many continuous ripples that waves flock to my feet. Like flowing into my heart, washing the accumulated filth in my unconscious, my heart is not so heavy, and I feel relaxed and comfortable more and more.. A clump of Li gu shook her graceful body and quietly sent a bunch of white su Juan to me. a light fragrance began to spread around me, like drizzle and mist, making me forget the heat on the other side of the building.. A piece of withered and yellow leaves, floating, floating, from the high branches, from the banks of the river, falling toward the water in the distance, there is no sound, only shadow, nor does it make the floating ripples more and longer. Although the scene looks sad, but I can’t hear sorrows, maybe, I’m not qualified to understand it. The yellow dead leaves are in sharp contrast to the green water. Looking at the dead leaves, my heart is very unhappy. The fallen flowers and flowing water in early summer always bear fruit. The falling leaves in late autumn are the bitter music of heaven. Only in this situation do I think I should sing a song of everlasting regret.. Why is the wind and rain always close to the situation, and how rough it is to have a green leaf?? I don’t want to go. I just want to stand or sit like this and watch for a lifetime, for what I have gone, for what I will be.
Quiet and silent, often read the leisurely of heaven and earth, lamenting the short life. In fact, calm down and think about it. There are many helplessness and many wonderful things in life. It’s just that people in the world of mortals are disturbed and difficult to deal with, so they often feel exhausted physically and mentally.. All kinds of fierce competition and living pressure brought about by the rapidly developing society make people have to pack up a comfortable and idle life and adapt to the following hypocrisy and exaggeration in the space where material desires cross – flow, the world is bright and cool, and human feelings are warm and cold.. Maybe it’s too persistent in the pursuit of goals to ignore the scenery around you, so that you are full of weeds but don’t know it. Life and life have gone from pure innocence in beginning of life to deep as the sea. In this, how many things are unknown burdens and what changes innocence and happiness is life or human itself. There are many things to bear in life, but we should not just bear without enjoyment. It is often said that the combination of work and leisure is fast in today’s social rhythm. If we don’t take care of it, we will be eliminated from the invisible. How can we really relax?. It seems that today’s people are either physically tired or mentally tired, but they are tired anyway. It’s rare to say that they are enjoying a leisurely life.. On the way to life, the scenery is beautiful and the world is wonderful. That is to say, the uncertain pressure is always wandering around, which makes people unable to appreciate it, and perhaps they don’t understand life.? Still don’t understand romance? In his busy schedule, he also thought of relaxing in the tour, looking at the great rivers and mountains of his motherland, or hiding in a quiet corner, drinking tea, reading books and listening to songs and dances. Can slow down their own pace, others’ pace will soon lead, in case you are unprepared, you will be left behind. When tired, I also want to find a leisurely and comfortable life, add a calm to my life, watch the flowing water, listen to the murmuring of the breeze, no matter whether the flowers bloom or fall, and do not smell the clouds and clouds, freely seek a kind of comfort and cultivate my temperament in the landscape, trees, music, chess, calligraphy and painting.. At ordinary times, I also know that I have something to give up and have something to gain, but I don’t think much of fame and fortune.. If you don’t bring anything out of your body and don’t take it to death, you just can’t let it go. You can’t let yourself rest in a quiet and secluded place and stay away from the hubbub.. The wise Leshan, the benevolent enjoy water. I am both happy in Leshan and happy in water, but I always feel a little stupid and foolish. Those who love mountains can rest on their backs, listen to birds singing in empty valleys, watch streams moisten things, embrace white clouds and dream, and feel relaxed and happy. Those who enjoy water can also live by water, listening to the sea and watching the waves, enjoying the lotus in the lake, or looking up to the moon in the water, all according to their own preferences.. Shake off a whole body of fatigue, forget all the worries and worries of dust, and integrate with nature. Learning to be a woodcutter or fisherman is also a good choice, but ordinary hearts can’t stand the loneliness and suffering.. I hope to release my thoughts in the words and let my soul get a moment’s peace. My heart is pleased to be able to forget the worldly material desires for a while.. This time what fame and fortune, riches and honour flower jiao, are left behind, only beautiful tactfully melody echoed in the ear, gently intoxicated, quietly taste. The way of the world is a required course in social science. It is difficult to handle relationships properly and handle them with equanimity even if you have a high ability.. ‘ say hello you are good, not good, say you are bad, good and bad. ‘ as if the folk have such a statement! A little depressed, is it better than not? It’s all spoken by people. On the one hand, they don’t admit who is God, and on the other hand, they study hard for social relations.. Deep fear that the attitude of laughing away will make you unconscious forever! On a quiet and lonely night, I think about history, read life, soak up a cup of tea and hold a roll of ancient books so that my thoughts can fly with the curling mist and feel the calm of I will walk till the water checks my path and then sit and watch the rising clouds.. With your eyes closed gently, the melody seems to be going into your head to bomb, washing every nerve line, and reading the 300 poems of the Tang Dynasty and the 3000 poems of the Song Dynasty as time goes by.. Xingzhi played a role in spreading paper gently at the place of passion, slowly studying ink, drawing a refined proud snow and cold plum, filling out a poem of ” three sighs” in a clear word, and dancing lightly in the heart by poetic lofty sentiments.. Or a piece of paper with iron hooks and silver strokes, step back and enjoy yourself with a smile is also a beautiful thing. The bamboo forests in nature listen to rain and the snow and ice singing in the fog and waves are all the most beautiful music to calm the impetuosity, like the free and easy music of ” how many things are in ancient and modern times, all are being laughed at”. It is not easy for a person to live his life, his possessions are old and small, and his life value will drive him crazy and silly.. Learning to enjoy life has naturally become the most popular topic of the moment and is placed on the calendar of life.. Of course, leisure is not idleness, nor is it a drunken gold fan. Leisure adaptation is self – flowing, inner clarity, sunshine passion and positive state, which is the romance of life interest. There was a poem in ancient times that said, ” Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, see Nanshan in a leisurely manner” and ” Smoke rising from the corner of the house and fog sleeping on the mountainside” pastoral songs, whether free and easy or open – minded, give people a bold and broad-minded way to wash away the worldly splendor.. In leisure, the soul is washed and sublimed. The mind is purified and freed; Life leaves warmth and romance. There will also be hope and dream in the future.
Granny Wang is seventy years old and looks very young. Although her hair is gray and mixed, it is very tidy. Her clothes are neat and neat. She always nods and smiles at me before swiping her card and running back.. Every day she and her wife will take the first bus to the Xishan scenic spot, and sometimes walk and run under the pavilion forest scenic spot. in the words of the city, she will exercise, breathe fresh air and wash her lungs.. Granny Wang is from Yancheng, northern Jiangsu province. It’s a coincidence that my hometown Xinghua is half a person of hometown. Every time I send the first bus in the morning, I always meet her and her parents sitting on the platform and waiting together. At first, she went to the parking lot for a few days to get on the bus. Later, the company stationed a guard in the parking lot and refused to let her in. They sat outside the waiting booth and so on.. My car also stopped there, waiting for the departure time so that we could have a chance to talk. Both of them have been in Kunshan for 50 years. Grandma Wang told me that they had followed him here since they married their wife.. But I found that after 50 years of living in Kunshan, she still speaks her native language. I asked her if she would speak here? She said yes, but she didn’t say much. She still said that her hometown was kind and casual.. Granny Wang gave birth to three sons and a daughter, all of whom have become family members and have children. She bought houses and settled down here. When she told me about this, she was full of joy and made no secret of her pride.. The old man was very talkative and told me that the happy thing these days was that her children helped her to get an old man’s discount card the previous month, which could be free to ride, and she did not forget to tell me that it was also free to visit the park, which gave her a kind of unspeakable joy. Although she had few money, the grandmother said it was not a matter of money or money, but it was a matter of great concern to the government to the people.. I was really surprised that she could say such a thing about the government and the people. She also said that such a government won the hearts and minds of the people. People who may have come from that era are very concerned about the government’s policy of benefiting the people. so is my grandfather in his hometown. the village has arranged for him to live in a nursing home, eat and sleep free of charge, and have someone to wait on him. he also often worries about the government, saying how much money it will cost so many old people in the country. if he didn’t even dare to think about it in the sixties and seventies.! Granny Wang’s wife seems to be very honest and doesn’t speak much, but she always holds Granny Wang’s hand for fear that she might lose her life. When it comes to the government’s concern for the people, he only occasionally puts in a sentence saying that she didn’t have to eat or wear. During the Cultural Revolution, she fought against landlords and the whole country was in a state of malodorous state. Who cares if you eat or drink, who doesn’t starve to death, flee, wander about and beg for a meal, save lives, and now watch the days get better and better, in fact, heart – beating.. The old man’s words are actually an outdated topic for the young people we are accustomed to in this life. Which young people would like to hear them tell about their time? Who is willing to listen to the difficult background of the old times? It seems to be far away from us, just like it was in the last century. But when I talk to them, I can actually feel the joy of enjoying happiness in their words.. Granny Wang has a little back in her ears and forgetfulness. Sometimes she goes back when she gets on the bus. Her wife barks at her and knocks on the card … Ah, Granny Wang looks at her wife to talk. Sometimes she doesn’t respond. She has to push him with her hand and make a swipe gesture before she knows it. Then she turns around again, apologizing with a face, and brushes the card solemnly from her pocket.. I found that her card was tied around her neck with a string, and the card was wrapped in a plastic envelope.. Sometimes when grandma Wang got on the bus, she would take it out in advance, swing it in front of me and swipe the card again. I smiled at her and she also smiled at me.. Several times I took them back to Kunshan Hotel. The old couple still sat on the platform holding hands and waited for them. I saw them all the way away. The figure was very familiar. When I opened the door, Mrs. Wang and other young people in front of her didn’t follow her until she got up, so she just stuck it in front of me and asked me if I wanted to brush the cob.? I knew she was asking me this on purpose for fear that I didn’t know her card was free or even raised the tone of voice. I knew what she meant and echoed her answer and brushed it. It was free anyway.. So the old man leaned in to brush it, and after dropping it, he did not give up slowly, asking me, did he brush it? On several occasions, I drove the 32nd route to them from a platform in the city. I remember that I opened the door in the flower and bird market and grandma Wang found me as soon as she got on the bus. I was a little surprised, so she told me like a family member to sneak out and play and have a look.. They all got off at our terminal, and after I stopped, most of the time the old couple would stop for a while before they left. I would chat with them casually, just like with my grandparents.. My grandfather often talked to me about the past. I knew the hardships of that time and the upside-down life of today. My grandfather also often said that it was a pity that I was old and had a good time in a few days.. So I told grandma Wang and her parents that they should play when they want to open up and enjoy their old age. Granny Wang understood my words, took the old man’s hand and hobbled along the sunset road. The shadow was pulled very long on the side of the road, and the winter wind blew away the leaves, but it could not blow away the shadow of the two close friends.. The so-called ” staying together” and ” happiness” have been fully interpreted by them.!
When her son was two years old, she realized that her husband had given birth to a healthy girl with another woman, and she resolutely divorced. After the divorce, she took her two-year-old son to Shanghai to see a doctor. After the expert consultation, she advised her to give up and told her that maybe her son could not walk like a normal person all his life.. Looking at her son who was born with birth defects and turned his feet upside down, the lovely face had as bright and clear eyes as her, her heart was broken, she wanted to cry and couldn’t come out, and she came back home with her son in her arms.. In Shenzhen, an old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine returned home to open a clinic after retirement. She and her fellow doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, the old doctor who specializes in complicated diseases, heard that she went to see her son with a medicine cabinet after the event.. Not to say that maybe? Perhaps there is still hope”, the old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine relieved her, saying: ” Children, there is no absolute thing in the world, especially human beings, who have great potential. As long as hope persists, your harvest is unexpected.”. Hearing this, she burst into tears in front of the kind old man. From then on, she worshipped the old man as a teacher and learned to see his son while studying medicine.. In his childhood memory, his mother picked hot water from a hot spring well in the village to massage his feet every night. When he went to school, his mother always pushed a car to pick him up and take him away during the day without his father’s care, but when the mother and son were together, he felt safe and the mother always said to him, ” Children, you are all I have,” and every time he heard his mother say this, he felt very happy and he felt himself the luckiest person in the world because he had a mother who loved him so much.. When he graduated from primary school, he passed the county no 1 middle school, but his mother didn’t let him go to that school because the county no 1 middle school was too far away from his hometown and his feet had to be soaked in hot springs in his hometown. at that time, his feet had been greatly improved, and his mother firmly believed that the child’s feet would be better if they continued to be treated like this.. He didn’t like it, and his mother crouched beside his wheelchair and said to him, ” My child, grandpa said, when you are growing up, if you have the hope of getting back up at this moment, if you work hard, which school is the same, my mother only wants you to be healthy.”. He said nothing and quietly accepted his mother’s arrangement. When I was in middle school, someone liked my mother and asked Qiumu next door to talk to her. Qiumu pulled her outside to look at him inside and whispered to her: ” The family is in good condition, but your son can’t accept it. I said, the child should send his father. I heard his father is very rich now.”. ‘ Mother shook her head and said, ” Come on, I’ve had a hard time, but I don’t want to raise my son for others. I don’t trust you.. He heard all these words. he remembered that he was bullied because he had no father in school when he was a child. when he cried to his mother for his father, his mother slapped him and hugged him and said, never mention his father again. when he saw his mother’s stubborn appearance, he immediately understood a lot of things. his father also rejected him as a disabled person, so he went to find someone else to have a healthy child.. Now, let him go to his father, don’t say that his mother will not agree, even his stepmother over there may not be able to hold him in need of care.. At the age of 12, he felt for the first time that he was a burden to his mother. He thought that if it weren’t for him, his father wouldn’t abandon his mother, and if it weren’t for him, his mother would find a good place to belong.. He slipped his wheelchair to the river while his mother took a nap.. . Ah, the mother woke up and didn’t see her son. She still didn’t see her son after looking for a circle in front of and behind the house.. Mother anxiously and nervously walked out of the yard, only to find her son by the river. The mother was about to ask her son what he was doing when he ran to the river, but the son waved to his mother and said, ” Mom, will you come over?”? I have something to say to you. ‘ Mother came over and squatted by her son’s wheelchair as usual, caressing his legs and lovingly looking at his son. The son said to her, ” Mom, when I actually came out, I really wanted to die, but it was really beautiful to think of you soaking my feet every night, massaging, seeing my feet getting better day by day, and seeing such a beautiful hometown scenery.. Hearing this, she hugged her son and said to him in a trembling voice, ” How do you understand, son? Mom is really happy for you.”. With his mother’s unremitting efforts, he finally walked like a normal person.. Many years later, a middle-aged woman with a handsome face, standing at the village gate and waiting for her son who graduated from university to work in the city to go home, saw her a long, handsome and elegant young man far away, shouting that his mother was running towards her quickly.. The peach blossom in the village is everywhere. She stood under the peach tree in a white dress and looked lovingly at her son in the distance. A gust of wind blew the peach blossom petals flying all over the sky, flowers like snow, holy, bearing selfless and great maternal love, making the spring scenery in the world beautiful forever..
The May of my hometown is warm, not only the mountains are green and the fields are filled with a kind of plump harvest, but the May of my hometown is sweet. There are not only songs and laughter here, but also strong nostalgia around my old house. I came back again from a call from my sister. My old father was ill, anxious and worried, so I couldn’t afford time to appreciate the beauty of my hometown and hurried home. To tell the truth, my father has always been strong and strong. It seems that I am not ready to face his aging. When I hold his skinny hands and see his trembling figure walking, my eyes dance and my heart hurts.. In May without a mother, for the first time, I felt a sense of trepidation and uneasiness. Mothers blessed by their children were smiling happily everywhere. The fragrance of carnations seemed to remind me that my mother had left me for 100 days. This Mother’s Day left me only a remembrance, but the pain of remembrance still kept burning the father’s haggard heart, sadness and loneliness. The father was a mountain in every child’s heart, whether he was handsome, handsome, middle – aged, old and infirm, with the wind and candle burning, the father was strong and the representative of Wei An.. For so many years, I really didn’t examine my old father carefully as if he would never grow old. I didn’t realize that my father in his 80s was really old until he took his father to take a bath one year. He was really old after many years of walking slowly and gasping for breath. Without the company of his family, the bathhouse would refuse such an old man to take a bath and see his father rely on his son like a child. My heart was sore and my father was really old.. My father was a coal miner. The rumbling sound of the mine caused his father’s ears to be deaf. The flying coal dust under the mine caused his father’s lungs to suffer from occupational diseases. The road from home to his father’s work is fifty kilometers, and his father can only come back once a month. In my memory, his father always came quietly in my sleep and walked quietly in my sleep. My father’s days at home were the happiest of my life. His father not only brought me delicious food envied by many friends, but also took me everywhere on his bicycle.. To tell the truth, I didn’t feel much fatherly love, not because my father didn’t love me, my brother and sister were 6 people, and my son should be the father’s favorite son. However, my mother’s more discipline once made me neglect fatherly love, and my son’s carelessness once made me feel ashamed of my old father. Today, when I was a father, a husband, and faced a son who was stronger and taller than me, I realized how sincere fatherly love was, how deep and strong he was, and how inseparable he was.. Some people say that father loves mountains, green mountains are lofty, maternal love is like water and green water gurgling. when I see my old father’s gaunt face, guilt hurts my heart. yes, father love is a wisp of cool breeze, which seems to be looming like that. when we are on the journey of life, facing the test and the moment of danger, the wisp of cool breeze floats to the surface. when we are smooth sailing and happy in life, he silently accompanies us. in fact, father love always accompanies you and me, but he is more erratic, deeper, more subtle,,, father love is the rain of spring.. Father is the towering mountain in my heart. Father’s love is a wisp of cool breeze in my heart..