Yellow calendar fable

On a sunny afternoon, I stood in front of the windowsill and looked at people coming and going. I watched them scurry away.

Only then did I realize that March was over.

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

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 to give yourself a belief, so you don't have to panic on the road.

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

There is a pair of rural brothers who believe in Buddhism, relying on a few acres of thin land left by their ancestors, industriously farming, and their lives are not rich, but they can still meet their lives.

One day, when they were together in their spare time, they talked about their lives. The younger brother said to his older brother, "Brother, we all grew up here. Although we are not hungry, we are always so poor and rich. Why don't we reclaim wasteland on the nearby mountain and grow some food? In a few years, we can exchange food for some advanced equipment. In a few years, we may also become landlords. "

My brother listened to 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 should burn incense and worship Buddha every day, and the Buddha will bless us and let us live a better life.

The next day, my brother went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, and he stayed. My brother is busy with the 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 soon. My brother went to the temple to tell his brother the good news.

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

My brother said that the two of them came to worship Buddha, and who planted crops? The younger brother said with a smile, you also know that crops need to be taken care of, and you can't rely on blessing.

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

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

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

When he was a toddler, he was taken into what they called a church by his parents. During the ten years of contact with him, I was tired of listening to the so-called 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 jokingly say, "I'll help you up, so you have to 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 awe, especially when he has something important or does something that hurts others. God in his heart urged him to correct his mistakes, apologize to others and not lie. This has 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, I am facing the afterglow of the sunset alone. I don't know when I will start to choose 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 and refusing to blink. I don't know if I'm out now. I always eat and go to class alone, go to the library to make up my homework, and hide in the dormitory to read alone. Maybe it's been a long time and I'm used to it.

When I was young, someone asked me what my faith was, and I did not hesitate to answer him and be myself. Sometimes I may 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.