Looking for the harbor of the soul

We, all our lives, are looking for the harbor of the soul.

If life is a sea of Wang Yang, our heart is just a boat on the sea.

The sea is not always calm. From time to time, it will roll up a thousand waves. The ship has been walking in the wind and waves for a long time, and sometimes it will be tired.

If you can reach the harbor of your heart as soon as possible, you won't be afraid of any storm, so you can unload your fatigue and have a good night's rest.

Where is the harbor of the soul?

Sometimes, home is the harbor of the soul, and sometimes, home is the center of the storm; Sometimes friends and relatives around you can bring you the warmth and shelter of the harbor, and sometimes a stranger can bring you the tranquility and warmth of the harbor.

Robert, the photographer in The Bridges of Madison County, has an unruly soul. He has been wandering for half his life and experienced many women, but he has never found a spiritual harbor where he can stay.

An obscure small farm, inadvertently asking for directions, accidentally found its own spiritual harbor with a woman named Francesca.

Everything seems accidental and coincidental, but it seems like an agreement in a previous life. It's destiny takes a hand, and it's destined to be at that time, neither too early nor too late. It's her, waiting for him in that corner.

However, in just four days, the two people who have never met each other have an unforgettable feeling and found a spiritual harbor from each other that they have not found for half their lives.

When you sail on the vast sea for a long time, you feel tired and don't want to persist. Don't give up, don't stop looking for rest, maybe you will find your harbor soon.

Believe in miracles! Just like the cactus that hasn't bloomed in our office for four years, it blooms overnight, and it's beautiful.

Who says cactus won't bloom? Meet the right temperature, the right light, enough rain and dew, and it will also bloom miracles.

I believe that there will be a miracle!

When I was a child, when I was a child, my mother was the harbor of my heart.

My mother doesn't have to go out to work, so I can see her almost all the time.

I am used to seeing my mother when I open my eyes in the morning. She shuttles between the bedroom and the yard, and I can see her everywhere.

After school, I can't stay with my mother as before. Every day after school, I rush home. The school is in the west of the village and my home is in the east of the village.

When I get home, I am used to calling "mom" first. Hearing my mother respond with "hey", I was relieved and suddenly felt at home.

Later, I was far from home, and I had to take an all-night train when I came back. When I traveled thousands of miles and came home exhausted, I knew I had arrived at the port as soon as I saw my mother.

The tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and all the armor was loosened. I became the charming little girl in front of my mother again, not the self-reliant little girl outside.

Usually insomnia, irritability. Now I fall asleep as soon as I lie in bed, sleeping so sweetly and practically, without any anxiety or vigilance.

That's what it feels like to find a harbor.

A home with a mother is a home, and a home with a mother is a harbor.

My mother died unexpectedly, and the harbor in my heart disappeared at that moment. There seems to be a big piece missing in my heart, leaving a huge black hole that is difficult to fill.

The heart without harbor is lost in the vast sea of people, let the waves beat and roll. The boat of the mind is displaced and can't find a place to dock.

Fortunately, I didn't give up and didn't stop looking. By chance, I met and started a writing journey that had been brewing for many years.

Writing, let my restless heart calm down, let me bloom the flowers in my heart in the world of words, white and fragrant.

Writing allows me to keep this purity and paint a colorful future on a pure background. Where there is a future, there is hope, and where there is hope, there is everything.

My friends at school gave my family the same encouragement and praise, and gave me the confidence and strength to continue writing.

Now I am moved by this kind of home atmosphere every day. Isn't this the spiritual harbor I've been looking for for years?

From then on, I can write, laugh, sing and enjoy my beauty and sadness in this harbor of my heart.

May this life take root, be friends with words, and dress up our spiritual home with our families.

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