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A graduate from a prestigious Japanese university went to a powerful company for an interview. The examiner asked the talented college student a question: "Have you ever hugged your mother's feet?"

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The young college student was stunned by the examiner's questions and his face turned red. The examiner then said: "I hope you can come back at this time tomorrow, but there is one condition: you must hug your mother's feet."

The young man left with a blushing face. He didn't understand the examiner's intention, but no matter what, he had to hug his mother's feet as the examiner asked.

A young college student lost his father in his early years, and he and his mother were the only ones in the poor family to depend on each other. His mother worked as a maid to support him through college. The young college student actually understands his mother and loves his mother very much, but he has never held his mother's feet. He doesn't know what his heart will feel like when he holds his mother's feet.

When the young man returned home, his mother had not returned yet. He thought that his mother's feet must be tired after running around for many years. Tonight, I must wash her feet and then massage them gently.

My mother came back very late. The young man asked his mother to sit down, then brought a basin of hot water, a towel in his right hand, and his left hand holding his mother's feet. Suddenly, he discovered that his mother's feet were as hard as wooden sticks. The young college student burst into tears, hugged the foot tightly in his arms, and refused to let go for a long time.

That night, the young man went to the company as scheduled and said to the examiner with a heavy heart: "Only now do I really understand how difficult it is to be a human being and how difficult it is to become a talent. You let me understand He understood an extremely simple truth: Only when a person understands his mother can he be kind to himself!"

The examiner smiled at this time, nodded and said, "Come to work in the company tomorrow!"

The examiner intended to test the understanding of young college students, but unexpectedly it made a person's soul sublime.

The young college students have since remembered their mother’s hardships and never forgotten their responsibilities. Within a few years, he grew up and became the boss of a large company. The story once moved me and made me deeply ashamed.

My mother sent me through college by working as a laundry worker for others, but I seem to have no other way to express my gratitude to her for her life of blood and tears. On the contrary, when I indulged my temperament and did boring things, I always regarded my mother's concern as a burden. I even robbed my mother more than once and said, "I have grown up, so don't worry about it!" Every time At this time, the mother's eyes were blank.

However, several years later, when I saw this story and went to wash my mother’s feet with a more pious mentality than Japanese college students, I couldn’t help but kneel down and hug my mother. The feet were swallowing hard. I caressed the scars left by frostbite on my mother's feet, kissed the ankles worn by time, and wiped the toes that had been squeezed and deformed by life. I felt like I was back in childhood, with my mother's tired figure in front of me.

The pair of aging mother’s feet in her arms condensed the vicissitudes of the mother’s life, and engraved with the mother’s bitterness in raising her son. It is on those feet that the mother can run around the world and bring hope to her children again and again. A mother's feet step on her children's future, but take away her own youth; a mother's feet once stood like a big tree, sheltering her children from the wind and rain, but at the same time they were eroded by the years and weathered into charcoal; in fact, the mother's feet, in fact, It is no longer just a pair of feet, it is clearly the Optimus Prime supporting the world, the scaffolding holding up the future and hope.

On the night when I held my mother's foot in my hand, I finally understood my mother, and I truly understood that life is actually about dedication.

Many years later, when I finally grew into a big tree, and when I sat in a huge classroom and talked about my creative experience to those friends who piously called me teacher, I told them; To truly understand the true meaning of life, you might as well go back and hold your mother's feet. It is a masterpiece that is more shocking than any classic textbook. If you understand it, you will understand your entire life.

I don’t know if my friends really went home and hugged their mother’s feet, but I remembered this.

When I feel arrogant, when I am arrogant and unable to find myself, when I am depressed or even about to fall, I will take time to return to my hometown, choose a quiet night with the moon, sit in the courtyard, wash my mother’s feet, and then Hold it gently, close your eyes, and calmly use your soul to feel the vicissitudes of life, the nobility, and the awe-inspiringness. In just the blink of an eye, the whole person wakes up and becomes brighter, without the irritability of loss, the distress of loneliness, and the self-righteousness after success. People return to nature and their mentality becomes calm.

Holding your mother's feet in your hands is actually holding your own destiny.

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Christmas in my impression is always so comfortable and pleasant. In my impression, December does not have the harshness of winter at all, only the warmth of spring. The last bouquet of plum blossoms in primary school blooms on the festival when plum blossoms should bloom - Christmas.

Every time this day comes, no matter who you are, the table will always be filled with greeting cards and written with blessings. The distance is daubed with colorful crayons, coupled with the falling snow, presenting the innocence of Christmas. After school, the students all went to the stalls to buy ribbons and balloons, braving the heavy snow to decorate the classrooms and every road they walked. The school has lost its former dignity, replaced by the rich atmosphere of Christmas, as well as the long-lost tranquility, elegance and fragrance...

In the season of plum blossoms, there is joy everywhere. The fierce competition in daily life is left behind. In the pure white Christmas of primary school, everyone works together to fill the classroom with colorful ribbons and flowers. Friends who come to school are always buried in laughter. This smile is not an April Fool's Day laugh, this smile is not a Children's Day smile, nor is it the pride of victory. Looking at the piles of greeting cards on the desk and the endless "Merry Christmas" from my classmates, a warm feeling like home flows into my heart, making me feel warm. This Western festival of blooming flowers is probably no different if it spreads to East Asia!

Christmas always has a charming fragrance in the waves of memory, and it will always be like this. We, who had just finished playing the snowball fight, were full of childishness and added another delicious flavor to the sumptuous Christmas delicacies. Wandering on the streets, meditating on the famous saying "Snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms", stepping on the cold snow that refuses to melt under our feet, we are appreciating the gifts brought by nature and history. The Christmas tree in the community stands tall and colorful; the neon lights flash constantly. As night falls, the city is enveloped in snow and brilliant colors, and the moonlight dims. Appreciating this rare Christmas day in the capital, my thoughts seem to go back to ancient times, it is also the snowy December...

Oh, Christmas, you, an immigrant from the West, have put so many smiles on you. On our new generation of young people? You are snow. When the wintersweet blooms, you come silently and go silently. You are the wind, disappearing without a trace but triggering holiday laughter. You are still a pure heart, shining brighter and brighter in the increasingly dirty corners. You throw your childish smile in the snow, melt the snowflakes, and melt the fragments deep in people's hearts. Her name is Christmas, and the splendor she once had is engraved in my heart. I remember her appearance and even more her smile. Who wouldn’t be infected by the elegant atmosphere of Christmas in the past? I vaguely remember the laughter that bloomed and fell with the wintersweet.

I can no longer find that Christmas smile.

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A rapid river roared, rushing into the distance, forming a winding dragon, coiled around the ancient On the land, there are sounds of bears roaring and tigers roaring, making people tremble and frightened; a blue ocean roars, rolling up snow-white waves, rushing out of the turbulent waves, lapping the rocks on the shore, washing the white sandy beach, making people bend their backs. Marvel; a tall snow mountain is sleeping, holding up Pingting's snow lotus, blowing out psychedelic smoke, and scattering snowflakes like goose velvet, creating a world covered in silver, making people feel comfortable and satisfied. The beauty of the world lies in its majestic beauty, its variety and variety.

If you can travel all over the world, wander around the world, admire cold mountains and thin waters, see waterfalls and springs, watch Cangshan Mountain Mirror Lake, and travel in dense forests and deep gorges, it will be really refreshing and self-sufficient. However, everyone is working hard to make a living, and not many people can visit famous mountains. The trivialities and hustle and bustle in the world have already exhausted us physically and mentally. So since we can't leave our current work and life to travel, why not let our hearts travel?

Let your soul travel. You can read a book, or recite a few poems, as if you are in the vast forest in the book, or wandering through the ancient towns and streets in the poems. You can be Standing on the top of a high mountain and staring at the lightning in the wind and rain, you can also sit on a brisk awning boat and enjoy the colorful rainbow, or you can ride a comfortable horseback and look around at the endless prairie. You can imagine yourself as a poet, living in seclusion in the mountains or fields, or you can imagine yourself as an eagle, embracing the white clouds and blue sky, or you can even be a spring, gushing out low hums and whimpering.

Let your soul travel, you can admire a painting, you can see pastures and villages, farmhouses and terraced fields, you can also see the lonely smoke in the desert, the light rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the mangroves on the seaside , you can also see calcified beach currents, majestic mountain peaks, and the rising red sun. You can even feel the chirping of sand gulls, the whistling of the wind, the mournful cry of apes, and you can feel the rope on the trackers' shoulders strangling you. On your shoulders, you can feel the fragrance that remains after flying red into the mud, and feel the few rays of sunshine that penetrate the dark clouds under the haze...

To travel with your soul, you can recall a period of history or imagine In a country you have never been to, you can imagine the retreating figures of the brave men on the banks of the Yishui River, the tragic suicide of the heroes on the banks of the Wujiang River, the raging fire of the Battle of Red Cliff, and you can also imagine yourself standing at Notre Dame de Paris. On the Bell Tower, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, or on the magnificent Petrin Hill in Prague, the journey of the soul can be free from the restrictions of region and time, allowing you to appreciate a different kind of scenery.

The journey of the soul is the carefree wandering of the self in consciousness, allowing oneself to relax regardless of time and place. You can feel the disillusionment of haze, the whisper of swallows, the melting snowflakes, the seeds breaking through the ground, and even the beating of a life about to be born in the eggshell. Some people may say that it is just a daydream of a daydreamer when he is bored. Indeed, our fantasies are only fantasies after all and cannot come true. But the illusory paradise is better than the real hell. Letting the soul travel is not to indulge in fantasies and lose the courage and confidence to face the challenges of life. On the contrary, it is a kind of cleansing of the soul and comforts our souls. It is a magic weapon. Without it, people will be breathless under the pressure of busy life. With it, people will feel more peaceful, indifferent and calm when facing challenges and pressures.