Give yourself a belief and don't panic all the way.

On a sunny afternoon, I stood in front of the windowsill and looked at people coming and going. I watched their hurried steps and walked away.

Only then did I realize that March was over.

What can I do in the coming April? April, it's so warm that I want to cry. Lin Weiyin is absolutely right on the most beautiful April day on earth.

Maybe it's because April hasn't arrived yet, the branches outside the window haven't sprouted, and everything is still so early; The sky is still so blue, we are busy doing things on the road, and sometimes we feel confused and at a loss.

It is better to take advantage of the arrival of April and give yourself a belief that there is no need to panic on the road.

I still remember a fable I read before, which came from a grand and solemn classic.

A pair of rural brothers, who believe in Buddhism, rely on a few acres of thin land left by their ancestors to farm hard, and their lives are not rich, but they can still meet their needs.

One day, they got together in their spare time and talked about their respective lives. The younger brother said to his younger brother, "Brother, we have all grown up here since childhood. Although we are not hungry, we are always so poor and rich. Why don't we open up the wasteland on the side of the mountain and plant some grain, so that in a few years we can exchange grain for some advanced equipment. In a few years, we may also become landlords. "

My brother took my brother's advice and said it was not bad. Then I said that we used to live too much in our own lives. Without faith, we must burn incense and worship Buddha every day, and the Buddha will bless us and make us live better.

The next day, my brother went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, and he stayed. My brother is busy harvesting crops in the field according to his brother's method.

Seeing that the crops in the field are as long as possible, there will be a bumper harvest in autumn. My brother went to the temple to tell his brother the good news.

On that day, when my brother saw him, he quickly blamed him for not being busy with the crops in the field, saying that the crops grew so well because of his sincere worship of Buddha. My younger brother told him that he was afraid that his younger brother was not pious enough to pray for himself, so he came to worship Buddha with his younger brother.

Brother said, they both came to worship Buddha, who planted crops; The younger brother smiled and said, you know, crops need people to take care of them, not all by praying.

This story in the Buddhist scriptures sounds really interesting, but it also makes us think about whether we should give ourselves a real faith and let us not panic on the road when we are busy every day.

I'm not a Christian, and I don't have too high a belief. Speaking of religious belief, I have been a Christian since I was a child, and his church belief has really brought him a different life.

This is a small hair. When did you start to teach? It's an old calendar.

When he was a toddler, he was taken into what they called a church by his parents. In the ten years of contact with him, I have been tired of listening to the so-called Lord and God.

Every time I go out to play with him, I will inevitably fall down. When I helped him up, he always casually said, "Thank God, thank God for giving me suffering and making me feel pain." Sometimes I joke, "I'll help you up, so you can thank the trunk." Then there will always be a group of truths. To me, he is nothing more than sticking to a belief in his heart. Along the way,

Sometimes, his beliefs make me feel awe, especially when he has something important or does something that hurts others. God in his heart urged him to correct his mistakes, say sorry to others and not lie. It also made me trust him more for so many years.

He gave himself a lifetime of faith. He never panicked along the way and lived a life with a clear conscience every day.

Now, facing the afterglow of the sunset alone, I don't know when to start choosing my own beliefs, but I still insist on reading and writing every day.

I always watch others go to internet cafes in droves, staring at the electronic screen in class without blinking. I don't know if I'm out of the group now. I always eat and attend classes alone, go to the library to make up lessons, and hide in the dormitory to read books alone. Maybe it's been a long time and I'm used to it.

When I was a child, I asked what my faith was, and I answered him without hesitation, being myself. Sometimes I feel lonely. Talking to old friends for a while will make me feel better.

In recent days, writing has helped me find myself, listening to music, coding alone, and gradually forgetting that I am alone. Fortunately, my faith is still there.

Along the way, I have faith, and I have been flustered, but it didn't last long.