Without my shelter, when can people's hearts stop drifting?

(The following composition is quite good)

I don't know music, so I can't wander with my guitar on my back. I can't draw, so I can't wander with my sketchpad on my back. But I envy vagrants, so I'm glad that I still have a heart, and I can wander in my heart.

I fantasized countless times that I was a lonely traveler, traveling all over the world, visiting famous mountains and rivers, experiencing many people, and many people experienced me. Then, one day, when I was tired, I found a secluded place with my beloved. In front of a lot of mathematical and physical problems, I sighed with emotion, "This is the gap between ideal and reality". Then I plunged into the sea of problems and struggled.

Finally, one day, I began to laugh at my naivety, so the thought that my heart was not as good as action jumped into my mind. Mom and Dad probably never dreamed that a child who was so obedient in everyday life would run away from home like those "bad teenagers". But in fact, I really left, leaving all my psychological and physical burdens behind and leaving smartly. I bought a ticket to Shanghai with the only money I had. Shanghai has always been my haunt. < P > That night, I arrived at my destination, looking at the traffic in front of me, penniless, I found myself so out of place here. But I still concentrated on enjoying the night scene to forget fatigue and hunger. Until my vision was blurred, I knew I was finished ...

When I woke up, I thought I was in heaven, and it was white everywhere, so I decided that it was. "You finally woke up! "A nice male voice came to my ears, turned around and found a man sitting beside the bed, or rather a man with an angel face. Perhaps I couldn't understand it from my eyes. He smiled and said," This morning, I went to breakfast for my girlfriend and found you fainted on the road, so I brought you here. "When he said this, he glanced at the woman next to the bed, and his eyes were full of drunken tenderness. I also know that he loves her very much.

Two days later, I went home, and I saw my ugly home and my parents aging overnight. I stopped in wait for a while, without accident or sadness. My mother rushed to hold me tight, so tight that I could hardly breathe, as if I had wings and could fly away at any time. My father's words were full of pity and blame, and I knew that my choice was correct.

Yes. I was afraid of getting hurt more seriously. Originally, the man wanted to help me find a job and settle down, but I refused, because I knew that I had fallen in love with the man who was eleven years older than me. There was nothing wrong with love, but falling in love with someone who didn't love himself would definitely lead to a wrong ending. Psychologically speaking, the initial period of memory was the fastest to forget, so I borrowed money from him and hurried home just to hope for this memory.

After I got home, My parents saw that I studied harder than before, so they didn't ask about the last incident. They thought that it would be all right if it started in a hurry and ended hastily, but they didn't know my heart, so I couldn't really calm down from then on.

From then on, I still admired vagrants, fantasized all day, but never dared to take action again, because I knew that real vagrancy was enough in my heart.

(. Good language and writing)

When I gaze at the city again, I have already started to get in touch with the work of editing, which is a great challenge and opportunity for me. There is not much fluctuation in my heart. First of all, I feel an invisible pressure. Compared with people who are new to society, my mentality is a bit old-fashioned, a little sad and a little indifferent. I don't like running around all the time, and I don't like jumping badly, but the reality makes me feel bitter and helpless again and again. From time to time, my heart shows the melancholy that I shouldn't have at this age, and my brow also shows the fatigue that I shouldn't have suffered. Even so, I still look forward to the dream in my heart ...

Being in the hustle and bustle of the city and looking at the busy streets, I actually feel like a dream, as if I don't belong to this world. I have been in Shenzhen for more than a year, and I have a deep understanding of the fast pace of Shenzhen. On the road, vehicles were chasing after each other slowly, and pedestrians were in a hurry, as if there was something important to do. I felt pressure and had to step up my pace so that I wouldn't wander outside the door of society, so I was also integrated into the rush of people ... I remember the scene when I first came to Shenzhen to find a job. Standing in front of the talent field, the bustling people rubbed their shoulders and rubbed their heels, and the young faces were written with anxious and eager busyness. They did not wipe the sweat on their faces and let them flow freely and get wet. Good living is moved by their persistence, and I only hope that the scorching sun overhead can no longer be hot. Shuttle between them, depressed and irritable, have the impulse to escape from people. But reason has stopped retreating. Life is like this, and I am just a human being. I can't escape the constraints of life and I can't escape. Life gives people hardships, but at the same time, there are too many tiredness and reluctance. Growing up in the control of the cable, maturing in the ups and downs, maybe this is life.

how can I see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? I don't know how many times I have heard this sentence, but I have lost my previous excitement and enthusiasm. When I first came to Shenzhen to find a job, I had a poor sense of direction. What was the situation in a strange city? Where to go? What should I pay attention to? These are unknowns, so the difficulty of finding a job can be imagined. Just looking for it has made me unforgettable. I wonder where it is. Interrogation, I don't know which bus to take if I know it. How far is it from here? Which station should I get off at? I finally found it, but I can see that there are many tall buildings on both sides of the road, and I don't know where it is. Repeatedly, I often have to fight a few times, take a lot of wrong roads and waste a lot of time. As a result, I found that I was very close to myself! At that time, I didn't expect to ask for a bus manual or something. Having a map is equal to not having it. I can understand these things if I am not sure. Especially when I come back without results, I really feel exhausted, so bitter that I want to cry and feel frustrated. I hide in bed at night and think repeatedly: Why can't others find a job easily, but I can't? ..... The idea of unwilling to admit defeat has gained the upper hand, so you can't believe that such a big city doesn't have its own world?

I found a place to live in my loss, but I have no motivation at work. It seems that my muddled life led me to apply for a job for the second time. Just more confident and calm than before, and more optimistic about everything, every time I rush around in vain. As a result, after the initial test and re-examination, I entered a software. I thought I could stabilize, but I didn't expect that some practices were so hypocritical. I laughed at myself in my heart: just accumulate some social experience! So, once again, I stopped in front of the job search column, and the people around me were crowded, and the sun was burning. It was last August. I looked at the tall buildings in front of me indifferently, and there seemed to be an impassioned and turbulent voice in my ears: "If there is a heart, there is a dream, and there is true love between heaven and earth ..." I thought: Can everyone still keep a bright smile when they were young with a dream in every corner of this city after tasting the ups and downs of life? Can you still maintain the enthusiasm and heroism of your youth?

I was deeply impressed when I saw such a passage in Shenzhen: This city is not our hometown, but it has our home! I am the same, wandering, busy, failed, with sweat and tears, just to make my dream better!

In the journey of life, everyone has a simple or complicated mental journey, carrying a big or small burden, shouldering more or less responsibilities to move forward, with bitterness and joy, and the traces of each step are so deep, bearing their own pains and joys. Maybe it's fate that we want to put it down when we are carrying it, but it's a pity to put it down. We stay in the forward and make progress in the stay. Isn't every stay just to make your pace more calm? Some people say that appreciating the spirit of snails is slow but practical. Just moving forward a little every day, isn't it progress? Aren't we also growing up in this repeated carrying and putting down? However, isn't it tiring for snails to carry such a heavy shell every day? Why not get rid of the extra baggage? Life is only a few decades in a hurry. Sometimes why don't we choose to give up, make ourselves easier and move forward faster?

I remember a book that said: Young people's setbacks are a treasure for themselves, because they can learn from them the ways to overcome difficulties and the wisdom to solve problems. This does not mean that we should deliberately suffer more setbacks. Smooth sailing is of course good, but when setbacks come, we should face them bravely, not escape. I understand this truth, so I encourage myself to face it with a positive and peaceful attitude in the vortex of sadness again and again. I work hard, I insist, because life has love, because youth refuses to be fragile, youth has dreams, and youth should have no regrets!

I have long hoped to give Xin a holiday and let her wander.

Like the birds in the forest in the early morning, they jump from one branch to another treetop, fluttering leisurely, drawing several curves, rippling moist air, harmoniously forming a five-line music score, and forming pleasant notes in the forest.

let the heart wander.

With the winding of the sheep intestines in the mountains, dew soaks into the heart and becomes green poetry. Listen to the mountain spring ding dong, with the stream flowing a ditch of random green; Birds chirping and insects chirping, smiling at the face of flowers, waking up the heart of leaves, and embellishing the long hair of mountains into green colors, making a poem of one mountain and one mountain. Breathing, long and far-reaching, inhales mottled lungs together with green, forming a sea of lungs.

In the open field, wandering in the new life of spring, romantic in summer, clear in autumn and pure in winter. Fluctuating with the wheat waves, flowing with the rice fragrance, wandering with the autumn wind, and indifferent with the winter snow. Bathing in the green waves, breathing in the wind of the eternal night, and counting the twinkling stars carelessly. Let time touch the years, listen to the flutter of butterflies, the intoxication of dragonflies, the sound of frogs encouraging the fragrance of rice, and the night wind whispering love words. Wandering into a sparse bean seedling in Nanshan, or Walden Lake.

In the garden of flowers, some vegetables and fruits of short shrubs are randomly decorated, which is the note of temptation. Even if there are only thin chrysanthemums, fat red, depressed purple and fantasy yellow, it is a pleasant wandering. In the faint fragrance, innocent pink will flow out.

In a misty dream, the gorgeous sunset glow is washed away by the soft evening star, and the moon sheds the color of the day, full of green buds, purple lotus leaves, blue water and white tree shadows; Pink fish shuttled on the lotus flowers, leaping and flashing dragonfly-like wings. Follow my dream at will, the horse dances like a butterfly, and the tiger flies like a dragonfly, from midnight to dawn.

Ren Shu's ink is fragrant. No longer lonely as a savage on Robinson's island, no longer watching as a sculpture in the dream of covered bridges, no longer revenge as a shadow in Wuthering Heights; No longer ugly in Hugo's Paris, no longer dirty in Zola's hotel, no longer cut his chest in McCullough's thorns. No more shouting in Qu Yuan's Li Sao, no more humiliation in Sima Qian's experience, no more parting in Du Fu's wedding, no more regret in Cao Xueqin's Red Chamber.

Let my heart wander away, and let all my feelings flow into Schubert's soothing serenade, which is in harmony with the mountains and rivers, and the rain hits the banana.

I saw all the faces with bright flowers. "Good morning!" It is the first greeting that everyone who gets up early gets; "Hello!" It is the sincere color that blooms in the flowers on all faces. All the air is always fresh, all the sky is always blue, and all the fields are always green with hope.

Let the heart wander away, like the river on the Yuan Ye, which is boundless and empty and gentle, with light steps and gentle posture, and no more wrinkles caused by the wind. All the hearts, in the dream night, wander into a peaceful glow!

Wandering is a very helpless and painful life experience, which makes wandering in the heart a deep and deep feeling of helplessness and despair.

When you have to start again to face life and your heart, it is a struggle. The process and the result are no longer important. What matters is your peace and harmony. Choosing or letting go is the accumulation of the sun and the moon, not a simple promise, nor love or not love overnight.

I have experienced too many grievances and feelings in my past years and life. One day someone tells you to start over. Is that possible? Whether I like it or not, it is no longer possible, the missing heart refuses, and the vicissitudes engraved on it cannot be forgotten.

There is no right or wrong, only one's own choice, one's own road, one's own happiness and sadness ...

Maybe it's too selfish. Who is not selfish? There is no love or hate for no reason. After too many thorns and blows, won't you wrap yourself up? ! No matter how weak you are, protect yourself! But do I still have the right to happiness? Is there still happiness? Of course not in the past! Looking back, tears are still there. How can you fall in again? Although laughter seems to be still there, do you dare to ask for it? Let the past be sealed, perhaps laughter will still remain, but it is better than another collision and scarred!

it's a bit silly to know tomorrow's events, but not see yesterday's events clearly. Although it is cloudy today, it is good that there is no rain. Why bother asking too much? ! Tired yourself and hurt others, there is no end and no result! Let your heart wander alone ...

I've always liked Sanmao's poems, Anne Baby's words and Rao Xueman's novels, and I always feel like people in their world, so real and so empty ...

I really want to carry a simple luggage on my back and start wandering alone. I really want to listen to Sanskrit to immerse my mind. I really want to go to Inner Mongolia and have a look. Really want to give up everything here, all the laughter, all the tears, all the nostalgia, all the yearning, this city is too prosperous, this city is too realistic, this city has too much helplessness, too much pain, too many things that I don't want to remember, too many people and things that I want to escape and forget.

In fact, I just want to escape from my lost mood. I am now disappointed with the environment. Some people cheat me. I pay great attention to people who ignore me. I know that I don't have the ability to go to the places I yearn for. I can only comfort myself, enlighten myself and accept everything in my small world. In fact, I don't have to go to that far place. Sometimes I think that if I go to the river alone, I will go to Mochow Road alone. But I'm afraid I can't bear the loneliness, bustle and silence of a person ...

Pack my bags and let my heart wander, no matter where it is ...

The noise of the day is stagnant at this moment, and the last blush on the horizon has retreated. I heard the call of the night messenger.

another night comes.

I like night.