To be honest, I am a very nostalgic person. Since 2012, when I was a sophomore in college, I have had a smartphone. I like to take photos and record what I see and hear around me, and then save them. I always feel that time flies by and will be gone soon. When you get old, or some people will always leave, taking photos can be regarded as a souvenir. One day when you get old, you can take out the photos and look at them, and think about them after seeing things!
In the past ten years, from 2012 to 2022, I have taken more than 100g of photos and videos. Many times in the dead of night, I will take them out and look at the people and things in the past, because my heart is always full of sadness. And nostalgia!
In the past ten years, my grandma has left, my grandfather has left, my uncle has left, my uncle has left, and my cousin has left. Many people who are very close to us have left us. What makes me most painful and desperate is that the year before last, My mother passed away from me due to liver cancer , which made me even more sad and nostalgic!
Really, I am only 31 years old. I always feel that I think deeply about life and life. I always wonder where do people come from and where do they end up? So I have always been very interested in astrophysics and space. I always feel that this universe is not as simple as human beings understand. There may be life somewhere in the universe, and maybe those departed souls are there!
After my mother passed away, it hurt me the most. The night my mother passed away, it happened to be raining. That day, I felt like the sky was about to fall. I had never felt that my life was so miserable. I lost it in my twenties. Mother!
This epidemic in Urumqi. A security guard who was guarding the gate with me was sixty years old. Every day at meal time, his mother would call him and ask him to go back for dinner. Every time, I was envious and heartbroken that he was still in his sixties. I eat the food cooked by my mother, but I, in my twenties, have lost my mother forever! There is a lyrics in
that says, missing is the pain of breathing. Indeed, whenever I think of my mother, the pain, the urgency, the longing are very urgent. I haven’t seen my mother in more than two years, and I really miss her. , However, when I think of my mother passing away, the world is far away, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotting, and I will never see my mother again, my heart is cut like a knife!
This world is really cruel. Some people are born without their mothers. Some people are in their twenties and have no mothers. Some people are in their 70s and 80s and still have mothers. It is true that life is important to each of us. It's not fair!
I saw a very popular video some time ago. There was a little girl who was over one year old and ignorant. She was waiting for her mother in a funeral home. Her mother had been cremated. The little girl was too young and ignorant. I don’t know. , when she grows up in the future, will she have any memories of her mother?
Life is short, and everyone is not very lucky. They are always short of things. Suddenly, I feel that it is quite good to be a monk Taoist priest . It transcends the world, and there is no pain of life, separation, and death. Life, old age, illness, and death are all taken lightly. It should be How free and easy?
Fortunately, I have eight years of photos of my mother. When I calm down and look at the once familiar face, tears stream down my face. I really, really want to miss her so much. Many times, I can see it in my dreams. That kind of missing is so painful. Open your heart!
I don’t know if there is an afterlife. Religious beliefs say that after death, people will either go to heaven or hell, and they will see their deceased relatives. I think this is definitely true. It must be true!
The solar system revolves around the center of the Milky Way for hundreds of millions of years. The earth is just a grain of dust in the universe. Human beings are so small. All people are just passers-by in the long river of history. Thinking of this, I feel relieved. Ashes to dust, dust to dust. I miss my mother so much now. Will anyone miss me in a thousand years? By then, it will already be a pile of bones!
So specifically, what will be eternal?
