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    June 27

    the perfect heart

    one day a young man was standing inthe middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beatiful heart in the whole valley,A large crowd gathered,and they all admired his heart for its perfect.There was not a flaw in it.
      Suddenly,an old man appeared and said,"why,your heart is not nearly as beatiful as mine."
      The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart.It was full of scars.It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in,but they didn't fit quite right,and there were several jagged edges,In fact,in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
      The young man laughed."Camparing your heart with mine,mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars."
      "yes"said the old man,"yours looks perfect but I would never trade with you.You see, every scar represents a person to whom i have given my love.I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them,and often they give me a piece of their heart that fits into the empty place in my heart."
       "But because the piece aren't exact,I have some rough edges,which I cherish,bacause they remind me of the love we shared.
       "Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away,and the other hasn't returned a piece of his or her to me.These are empty gouges--giving love is taking a chance.
      "Although these gouges are painful,they stay open,reminding me of the love I have for those people too,and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I've been waiting.So now do you see what ture beauty is?" 
      The young man walked up to the old man,reached into his perfect heart,and ripped a piece out.He offered it to the old man.
      The old man placed it in his heart,then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.It fit,but not perfectly,as there were some jagged edges.
      The young man looked at his heart,not perfect  anymore but more beautiful than ever,since love from the old man 's heart flowed into his.
      They embraced and walked away side by side.
      How sad it must be to go through life with a whole untouched heart.
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    自由的救赎

    杜鹃鸟是最无情的鸟,它会抛弃自己的孩子,让其它鸟喂养,这其中的原因至今未知,但在我看来,它像是对束缚做最后的一击,通过抛弃孩子来重新获得自由,然而人亦将其拉入尘网,称它为“布谷”,听它报农时.,有着步入尘网的欲望,故喜拉其他事物入尘网,但人有着更深地对自由的追求.
      ,要对自己进行自由的救赎.
      人出生在尘世中,身体、行为都要受到束缚,这是人无力改变的,对于监狱里的囚犯,他们才真正存在对身体上的自由的救赎,他们只有通过改过自新来重获身体上的自由,然而,他们也必须先有自由在心中,有了这种渴望,他们才能重获身体的自由。
      所以,人要对自己的精神进行自由的救赎。
      人一出生,便会堕入尘网,无论如何生活,七情六欲支配着生活的全部。儿时的嫉妒,少时的贪玩,青春时的爱慕,人皆要守情与欲的支配,没有一日停歇,心灵怎莫不疲惫,精神已失去自由。
      泰戈尔说过,“处在世界的运动无穷无尽,证明了其中没有我们可以达到的目标,目标只能在别处,即在精神世界里。”精神世界广袤无边,只有它才能实现人们对自由的渴望。裴多菲曾说,“生命诚可贵,爱情价更高,若为自由故,二者皆可抛。”诗中,它抛开人生中最重要的欲与情来寻自由,但在尘世中,人皆不可能抛开所有欲与情,人依然生活在尘网中,但对精神自由的救赎一刻也没有停歇。
      儿时的采花,少时的独立小屋,青春时渴望独立生活,人永远对自由有着深沉的渴望。问世间,自由为何物,只叫人生死魂绕。
       要对精神进行自由的救赎,心中必先有自由,有了自由在心中,才会有生活的希望。有些长期服刑的囚犯,心中已失去自由,他们自己称之为“彻底改造”,他们出狱后,无法面对社会生活,心中没有希望,不少人自杀了。只有自由在心的囚犯,出狱后,他心中依旧有难以磨灭的希望,他才生活下来。自由是种能量,激发你生活的希望和信心。
      自由又是片海洋,有容乃大,精神上的自由永远无法丈量,只能感受。用智慧来感受,智慧是海洋中的风帆,带你漂向彼岸的自由。而智慧又是带有约束的,没有绝对的自由,但又可自由的心确实可能,生活是一台繁冗的多幕剧,而拥有自由的心的人能够唱响自己单独的一幕.

    keep my heart in my city

    我一直渴望出国留学,看看不一样的生活、情感和文化,我渴望汲取其他民族的优秀精神文化,这些说得很直白,但仔细想想,我何尝不是去寻找自己的背景文化,总觉得中国人的意象思维无法理解我具象的感情,一个人的伤心落寞之由自己承担,没有自己的文化与我分享悲伤,我渴望离开自己的故土去寻找自己的精神文化。
    可现在,我不想走了。我发现自己离不开这里,我好爱这里。一是这儿有我的爷爷奶奶,这让我无法割舍。二是这个城市太美了,我好想贴近她一起呼吸。我一直冷落着这座城市,直到我了解到帕慕克的<伊斯坦堡〉:你的故土,你的城市永远都是你可以依靠的坚实的文化。我太傻了,其实我自己就是故土文化的一部分,虽然可能比例很小,但文化绝对包含了我,所以故土文化早就站在了我孤独的身后,而我却没有发现。

      每一个城市都是有记忆的,每一块老砖,每一寸荒地,每一棵哭泣的树木都承载着历史的流光,它们在悄悄暗语,默默等待你来发现。如果找不到了解自己的人来分享悲伤,那麽城市绝对是你最好的知己,那份悲伤自如地开在树枝上,藏在古城墙的砖缝里,回荡在那旧门楼上,几千年的文明支撑着我的悲伤,像是一个沧桑的老人在抚摸她的孙子。我觉得好欣慰,当我一个人坐在小屋里,我能感受这片故土,这座城市在同我一起呼吸,而他又支持着我的呼吸。
      如果有一天这里被修得四通八达,地铁如虫,我想我只有离开这里。她积蓄千年的血液被现代机器抽干的惨样,我想我的脆弱的灵承受不起,在我春水一样悲愁无法受到支撑时,我只有让它们穿破我的身体,让我的血液流干,然后随着这座城市一起死去。