Suffering is a river, and we are all clay figurines. So, where is heaven?

One day, God announced that if any clay figurine could cross the river he designated, he would give the clay figurine a heart of gold that would never die.

After this will was issued, the clay figurine didn't respond for a long time. I don't know how long it took, but finally a little clay figurine stood up and said that he would cross the river.

"How do clay figurines cross the river? Stop dreaming. "

"Do you know what it's like to lose your body a little?"

"You will be a delicious fish and shrimp, and you won't even leave a hair ..."

However, the little clay figurine is determined to cross the river. He doesn't want to be such a little clay figurine all his life. He wants to have his own heaven. However, he also knows that if you want to go to heaven, you must go to hell first.

And his hell is the river he will experience.

The little clay figurine came to the river. After a moment's hesitation, his foot went into the water. A burst of heartbreaking pain suddenly enveloped him. He felt that his feet were melting rapidly and he was getting away from his body every minute.

"Go back, or I'll kill you!" The river roared.

The little clay figurine didn't answer, but walked silently, step by step. At this moment, he suddenly realized that his choice made him not even qualified to regret. If he goes ashore backwards, he is a broken clay figurine; Hesitation in the water can only accelerate your own destruction. God's promise to him is more distant than death.

The little clay figurine walked alone and stubbornly. This river is really wide, as if it has no end for a lifetime. The little clay figurine looked across the river and saw brocade-like flowers, boundless green grass and light birds. God must be sitting under the tree drinking tea. Maybe this is life in heaven. However, he has given everything and it is almost impossible to arrive. No one there knows him, knowing that a little clay figurine like him has the same ideal as his dream. God didn't give him a chance to be born in heaven to be a flower or a pair of wings to be a bird. But can you blame God? God allowed him to be a clay figurine, but he gave up a stable life.

The little clay figurine's tears washed away a piece of skin on his face. The little clay figurine quickly raised his face and pressed all the remaining tears back into his eyes. Tears have been running down my throat and dripping on the little clay figurine's heart. For the first time, the little clay figurine discovered that he could shed tears in this way-for him, this may be the only possible way at present.

The little clay figurine moved forward in an almost impossible way, one centimeter, one centimeter, another centimeter ... fish and shrimp greedily pecked at his body, and the soft sand made him stumble all the time. Countless times, he was almost suffocated by the waves. The little clay figurine really wants to lie down and have a rest. But he knows that once he lies down, he will sleep forever and even lose the chance of pain. He can only endure, endure and endure again. Strangely, whenever the little clay figurine thinks he is going to die, there is always something that can keep him going until the next moment.

I don't know how long it has been-it's almost time for the little clay figurine to despair. Suddenly, the little clay figurine found himself finally landed. He was relieved and ecstatic, and wanted to walk on the lawn, but he was afraid that his rags would defile the cleanliness of heaven. He lowered his head and began to look at himself, but he was surprised to find that he had nothing-except a golden heart, and his eyes grew bigger and bigger in his heart.

He understood everything: there is never luck in heaven. The seeds of flowers and plants have to pass through thick and dark soil before they can sprout and smile in the sun. Birds have to fall and lose countless feathers before they can temper their wings. Even God is just the one who has walked the longest and struggled the hardest in hell. As a small clay figurine, only with a miraculous courage and perseverance can the torrent of life cleanse the turbidity of the soul and shine on its golden heart.

Truth: In fact, every clay figurine has such a heart, just as each of us may get our own paradise. The key is whether you want to get it, dare to get it, will you get it, and finally how to understand and recognize this acquisition.

Story 2:

There is a violinist playing the violin at the concert. He pulled and pulled, and the G string suddenly broke. What should I do? He didn't stop. He immediately changed a tune and didn't need a G string from beginning to end. He played very successfully and the audience gave him warm applause.

Truth: Life is about facing setbacks bravely and turning to another direction.

Story 3:

Once, a man from a small country came to China and paid tribute to three identical gold people. The emperor was very happy. However, people in this small country also have a question: who is the most valuable of the three gold people? The emperor invited a jeweler to check, weigh and watch the work, all of which were exactly the same. A great country will not be stumped by this small problem, will it? Finally, a retired minister said he had an idea. The emperor invited the emissary to the main hall, and the old minister took three straws and put them in the ear of the first gold man. The straw came out of the other ear. The straw of the second gold man fell out directly from his mouth, and the straw of the third gold man fell into his stomach without a sound. The old minister said: the third gold man is the most valuable! The messenger was silent and the answer was correct.

Truth: The most valuable person in the world is not necessarily the most talkative person. God gave us two ears and one mouth, originally to make us listen more and talk less. Being good at listening is the most basic quality of a mature person. )