where is paradise when you go home ? I ask this question, have you imagined a white palace, flying angels and a gracious God? That's because you're too close to heaven and too far away. So you just rely on your imagination to tell yourself a nihilistic, unreachable holy place. Because you didn't, didn't prepare, didn't think about going down this road, this road to heaven.
The road is so muddy, painful, struggling, enduring. If you shudder, compromise, relax, or give up, you can go to your imaginary "heaven" and then what? And then it's over, what's the end? is not then.
During World War II, the Japanese bombed a ship carrying only women and children at sea. They jumped into the sea and floated in it for several days and nights, and finally reached an island, Sumatra. Step on land, thinking that you have stepped on hope. but was taken to a more horrific concentration camp. Beating, humiliation, disease, and death threaten them all the time. They themselves, and even I, had long forgotten that they were women. One by one is sloppy and decadent, and the hair is often entangled with blood. Tear for a bar of soap. Give up dignity in order to survive. Salute to a Japanese flag embroidered with poached eggs every morning, I think they hate it, but the more they hate it, the more wonderful it is. This kind of hatred seems to have aroused a certain consciousness, and they began to have a desire for life, a desire for cleanliness, a desire for clothes, a desire for beauty, and a desire for freedom. That is something stronger and more enduring than hate. Until someone proposed a chorus. At first, most people thought it was incredible and a fantasy, but the number of people who practiced songs was increasing day by day. Until that day, we saw a group of beasts sitting on the ground gently and tame, and the women sang their voices from the bottom of their hearts with tears in their eyes. Without lights, they themselves are shining. The next day, the Japanese butcher took the woman in command to the forest, asked her to sit down, and then sang a famous Japanese ballad, with more desolation and helplessness in his voice. I just realized that in fact, everyone is eager to go home, but this road to home is too difficult to walk, but there is still light, and music allows us to see the light.
A woman with eyes said: I don't hate them, I can't hate them all the time, the more wrong they are, the more sad I feel. Yes, I am also sad, no matter how difficult we are, we are going in the right direction, but they are irreversible.
The Japanese lowered their flags and declared the war over. I heard the voice of heaven: can I go home? Can I finally go home? I can wash vegetables and cook for my kids. Oh God, my God.
Heaven is in everyone's heart, a hopeful way of life, in good times and bad.
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