Inspirational stories about loneliness

Have you ever experienced loneliness? What would you do?

The clouds swept up, and the wind in the trees roared like a roar, so that the leaves on the thick trunks jumped up and struggled violently, as if afraid of being separated from the branches, but at last the leaves fell feebly. There seemed to be moonlight, but it was constantly cut off by dark clouds and disturbed by cold winds. The wind changed from time to time, making the leaves and the green grass leap in one direction and then in the other. The leaves rolled up in the air, with small stones, and there was a sound of rolling and crashing, and then there was a splash of separation. Dogs were heard, houses were seen, walls were seen.

A young man, sitting on a high heap of grain, originally with golden straw because of the wet rain and dim down, from time to time there are loose straw blown by the wind gradually gray sky. The boy sat there, clasping his knees in his hands, silent. As the wind picked up, so did the rain. Have leaves shaking his head, the sound of the rain dripping, head of the leaves can give him some wind and rain, blocking but also have more rain falls on him, he gave a jiling, moving over a little place, more tightly around himself, remained silent, silently listening to the wind, watching the rain, looking at people in a hurry.

He saw the children playing in the rain on the puddle, with laughter, and splashing water on the way to along the way, have put behind them domain dai's parents kept chasing, but the children run fast, sound lag far behind the parents, "these kids are just open the eyes the world, children's eyes were bright and clear." . He leaned back a little and looked at the parents and thought of the children.

It was getting dark, as if a layer of black cloth was gradually pulled up, the wind was big, the rain was big. The boy looked at the end of the road, there are young men with straw hats, holding twine hurried to the shelter of the sheep, sheep are chaotic. The noise of the shepherds' cries and the movement of the sheep disappeared in the distance, leaving only the noise of the rain. "Man and sheep are banished in the rain, we are God's abandoned children after all," the boy thought. There was some resignation, but something in the heart seemed to be unlocked.

The heavy rain had come, and the dust that had been kicked up by the rain had been weighed down again, and the roads were muddy. The passers-by hurried away, and the young man glanced at the houses and walls standing in the rain and rain, and saw an old man sitting quietly under the eaves of his own house, opening the door, and looking straight at the rain from the family yard, quiet and peaceful.

When the boy thinks about himself now, he is no longer a happy child, but he has not reached the prime of life, has not become a parent, not to mention the wisdom of the long predator. What do you have now? May be just humble, confused, pain, unexamined under the guise of life. Jing may have had everything before, but now he has nothing. If God is going to take everything, then why did it ever give. Easterners think of these people, each carrying a piece of the past and unknown future. Everyone has a broken dream, seems to be complete

The world has so many fragmented dreams. It's like a teenager consoling himself.