I walked along the path in the mountains and forests beside the lake. I was the only one in the mountains and on the paths. The forest birds had not yet returned to their nests, and the pine waves had temporarily calmed down due to the lack of wind... Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. The sound was unhurried. , step by step, following me closely. Looking back, there was nothing. The sound came from my own footsteps.
Logically, I shouldn't be frightened by my own footsteps, because when I was a teenager, I heard such footsteps in the dark and deserted wilderness. At that time, I lived on a land and water dock by the river. There was no school there. There was only a private school in a village two miles away, and I could only go there to study.
I often walk to the school two miles away in the darkness before dawn. The surroundings are silent, but I hear rustling footsteps behind me, as if someone is following me. When I look back, there is nothing.
However, because I rarely walk in the dark wilderness in recent years, I rarely hear my own footsteps.
Yes, I haven't heard my footsteps for many years. Over the years, I can hear all kinds of wonderful sounds in the bustling city: some impassioned speeches, some whispers, some innocent moans, and some silent. Crying... noisy, roaring, all kinds of sounds, who can hear his own footsteps?
If you want to hear your own footsteps, it seems that you have to be lonely, lonely, trudging in the mud or walking through the wilderness and empty forests. Only then can you clearly hear your footsteps. : So heavy, so hesitant, so procrastinating and tired; you sigh in vain when you hesitate, and you keep panting after running wildly for no reason. That kind of footsteps can clearly tell you where you are, where you come from, and where you want to go? The footsteps will also clearly tell you that they will never be able to take you to the destination in your heart.
In the hustle and bustle of the city, it is impossible for ordinary people to hear their own footsteps. As soon as you go out, or even before you go out, you can hear the buzzing roar of the whole world. You can't tell whether you are crying, laughing, or choking. Whether it's nonsense or high aspirations, you can't tell whether something is fake or real... In the end, you can't even tell yourself. Everyone seemed not to be walking on their own feet, but to be pushed forward by an invisible force. It’s hard to hear your own footsteps. You can only hear the wind whistling in your ears and the wheels rolling in front of you. You don’t know where you are. You have forgotten where you came from and where you are going. Action is everything.
Occasionally, I return to the empty forest and hear my own footsteps again. When I heard this sound, I seemed to feel a warm wind and a stream of clear water passing through my heart. I walked from the countryside, stepped through muddy swamps, and walked thousands of miles through green fields. Those footsteps still exist and are still closely with me. This fact is comforting. I don't hope that those steps will take me to the destination in my heart. That destination will never be reached. If I can reach it, why should those who come after me have to trek?
Although the goal in your heart is difficult to achieve, your steps are not in vain. Every step you take is rewarding. Pain is a kind of reward. Difficulty is a kind of reward. Crying is also an essential experience. Otherwise, how would you know What does it feel like to be happy, successful, and laughing to the sky? It’s always nice to be able to walk. I didn't dare to walk any longer, so I sat down on a rock by the lake, wanting to leave the road ahead and walk slowly, without having to finish it in such a hurry.
The sun never worries about tomorrow's journey. In one fell swoop, it reaches the point where water and sky meet, nestling next to a green mountain. I looked into the lake and suddenly saw a golden strip of light spread on the calm lake water, stretching from the edge of the sun to in front of me and to the edge of the rock under my feet. It was like a wide avenue of golden light. As long as I lifted my head, With your feet, you can walk along this golden avenue all the way to the edge of the sun and the end of the sky. It seems that the journey is not far away and it is very convenient to walk.
I have seen this scene many times. It is a kind of temptation, a kind of rhapsody of life. It seems that the road of life is a golden road. If you jump down, you can go to the end of the sky and go to the end of your heart. destination. But don't be busy. You just need to sit on the rock for a while. After the sun sets, all that's left is a white lake. You don't have a golden road to walk, you have to rely on those heavy footsteps. Move forward honestly.
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