Small things that touch you.

The softness of the wind brings the firmness of trees, the smallness of grass brings the distance of the sky, the rain in the west brings the sunrise in the east, and even the sad rain is full of the smell of warm sunshine.

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I asked Buddha: Why is there always a shadow behind the sun? Buddha said: light and shade are in the heart.

I asked Buddha Zu: Why are there so many troubles in life?

Buddha said: sunrise in the east, rain in the west. Feel it with your heart and the rain will be fine.

rain

I stood alone in the mist, and my father's roar echoed in my ears. Tears rained down on my pale report card.

My father is a soldier. He is very determined. In my impression, he always frowned, and he hated my tears. Because of tears, I don't know how many times I was beaten since I was a child.

When I got home, my father sat at the table, frowning, and there was endless anger in his eyes: "Come here, how did you step back?" I turned to go, and my father grabbed me, slapped me and burned my cheeks. Tears swirled in her eyes, but they never fell. I stubbornly raised my face: "Why did you hit me?" The voice is trembling slightly. "Why," he snorted, "are your wings hard?" The veins stood out in the corner of my eye, and it hurt for a while, but my hand didn't fall down: "Cry, just cry?" What's the use of crying? "There was anger in his voice, and the raised big palm was slowly put down:" Put away your tears, people should learn to be strong! " "He lit a cigarette, and in the mist, I actually felt a little softness in his eyes.

Late at night, I clearly heard the thin rain outside the window, which seemed to beat my heart again and again. In an instant, grievances flooded me.

very good

Before dawn, I opened the door and wanted to escape from this depressed place. As soon as I opened the door, I saw my father still sitting at the table. He looked at me apologetically. I saw his lips moving, but there was no sound. I suddenly felt that his back was no longer straight and his brow seemed to have wrinkles. He just sat there, and the ashes were scattered all over the floor. The sunshine outside the window slowly seeped in and covered his face, and the lines were very soft. I stepped on the sunshine and walked up to him: "Dad …" "Does it still hurt? Stop crying and be strong! " Thinking of yesterday's eyes with gentle taste, I nodded heavily: "I won't cry easily in the future!" " "He reached out and rubbed my head:" I won't hit you in the future, and you are older. Study harder! " "I sat next to him and looked at the rising sun outside the window. Very warm and intoxicating. I took a deep breath, and even the air was mixed with the taste of father's love, deep and warm. I recall all the past ten years with my father. Every serious expression, every strict request, has the flavor of father's love behind it.

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Fatherly love is walking in the sun, half wind and rain, half darkness. The other half is the rising sun, not the light. Father's love is always ignored because of its strictness, its profundity and its dark side. If you feel your father's love with your heart, you can find the warm light.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. There is love in the heart, and there is sunshine in the rain. If you appreciate love with your heart, the rain will be fine.