Man is a very terrible animal. At first, he wanted a piece of everything, whether it was affection, love or friendship. So I am confused, confused, wronged and lonely.
I don't have many good friends. I hope only one of their friends is like me, so I won't feel neglected. Whenever I see them happy with friends other than me, I feel very lost. This doesn't mean that I don't want to make them unhappy, but I didn't bring this happiness. Now everyone goes their separate ways for life, and I'm afraid they will forget me. I am selfish and like to think too much.
In front of them, I put my posture at the lowest level, and I won't put forward something I don't like or agree with, so I let them take the lead. Later, I "woke up". I understand that this way will only make the distance between us farther and farther. Sometimes I don't say anything, just enjoy their care when I am ahead, because I can't control my thoughts and feel that I am the most easily forgotten person.
There is no doubt that I love my family, but everyone has their own center of gravity, but I often feel that I have been out of their center of gravity, so I feel very wronged. Being with them sometimes makes me feel like a guest and a little uncomfortable, which also shows that there are many problems in my relationship with others. Many people found it, but no one helped me correct it. If I don't have this inexplicable self-control ability, I don't know what kind of realm my life will degenerate into. Therefore, I am often very polite to my family. I am very close, but my heart is a little far away. It's not that I don't want to get close, but some things are vague but always get to the point. I love them without thinking, but sometimes people are really selfish, so am I, and I don't want to judge anything.
There will always be a time when everyone will look forward to their love, and the imagination is so beautiful. I wanted to talk about a love for the first time, but I broke up inexplicably. I can't understand why I broke up a second ago when I was fine. What happened before seems to have happened yesterday. I don't know what went wrong between the three. Growing up in such a sad atmosphere, life has always been very depressed and insecure. I always feel that I am the saddest person in the world. I can imagine where I can be happy. Am I destined to be alone all my life? I don't want to keep my mouth shut and complain. Reality makes me have to.
My heart is full of fiery feelings, which are often doused. The colorful world has changed in my eyes. I want to change this state. I know that life will go on, and I will not stand still because of sadness. Who can wait for attention if you don't save yourself?
Loneliness is really terrible, so I have nowhere to hide, and I can spread my sadness out to make myself understand. I'm just trapped in my other heart. It is not difficult to get rid of it, but I know the saying "easier said than done". It feels much better to say what you have been suppressing at ordinary times. It is also a kind of release, and you can speak freely.
Mr. Cecilia Han Han Meiling Kay
Plum blossoms have a feeling of ethereal artistic conception. She has her own smile, and she is reserved and detached. Full of artistic conception and beauty. I have seen countless famous flowers and visited many flower exhibitions. In a casual moment and a casual look back, I found that Aoxue Hanmei is the crown of flowers, because it never competes in the season when all flowers are in full bloom. Like flawless crystal, pure and transparent. I especially appreciate plum blossom's iron and blood character, and I am proud of the snow. Because of this, I also inherited Han Mei's perseverance, aloof and stubborn factors in my bones. Plum blossom has been admired and praised by many literati and poets since ancient times. It is dominated by its outstanding style. "The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold."
Once upon a time, beautiful plum blossoms bloomed in the cold snow and ice, and the dark fragrance of plum blossoms floated all over the world. Like a gorgeous exile, the wind blows plum blossoms, one red as snow and the other like a butterfly. It falls slowly with a graceful gesture and is laid on the roadside that you must pass when you come. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains. I can't bear to touch it. This is a feeling of appreciation, but I can't be ridiculous. In order to keep that purity, I am willing to overlook it; Just as a fruit grower cares for an open stamen and every petal. I can't imagine, if plum blossoms don't bear the bleak autumn wind alone, how can they stand proudly in the severe winter?
Although I was not born in a cold winter, I still like plum blossoms that complement each other with snow. After experiencing the storms of life, I know the hardships of life, work and love! The changes of countless seasons have brought about the rapid development of life, but they miss the memories of childhood. Those days of innocence and childlike innocence are gone forever. It's the year of knowing destiny in a blink of an eye. I think I just wanted to grow up quickly, and now I want to go back to my innocent childhood, just like I was carefree and ignorant.
If I were a cold plum, I would know when to sprout and when to blossom; Know how to walk into a white crystal world, how to dance proudly in the snow and bring fragrance to a season; Know how to melt your beautiful body and welcome the arrival of spring, a season full of vitality, warm sunshine and blue sky. Although life was poor at that time, more than ten years of hard work was just a flick of a finger. I like plain and simple life. As long as I can be happy, simplicity is also a real happiness.
Life is like an ocean, and danger may threaten your life all the time. I hope it is a tenacious compass to meet the rainbow in the sky the day after the storm baptism. Once upon a time, I liked the plum blossom in my heart, and my heart danced with it. Do as Wang Anshi wrote: "There is a plum tree in front of Bai Yutang, for whom?". Only the spring breeze cherishes each other the most, once a year. Flowers wither and only it laughs, and the cold plum in the snow is complacent. " Seeing the strength of Mei, I lamented that the creation of nature made people feel distressed, and the cold and freezing made people feel depressed. But it can't change May's heart. When the flowers are dying, Mei struggles tenaciously with the snow and ice, and blooms more warmly after the pain.
The ups and downs of life may be beating and torturing people's souls all the time. Success and failure are inevitable processes in life. As long as you choose your own life, as long as you work hard, losing and winning are the final wealth. Human feelings and human love are always like this snow and red plum, reflecting white and Dan Xin. Soldiers, Hong Xiang. Just like the truth, goodness and beauty in this world, it is fragrant and transparent everywhere. A leisurely heart is like plum blossom in the snow, crystal clear as snow and fragrant as plum. True love is like a flower in the snow, and it is really like seeing the heart.
Plum blossoms stand on the top of the high mountain. Growing on the edge of a cliff. Flourishing, tough and straight. It has been tortured by numerous strong winds, attacked by countless swords, shadows and frost, seen the vicissitudes of the world and read all the ups and downs; Vigorous branches, stubborn, resist the blue sky in Wan Li; Green needles look down at the snow. Pieces of white snow flowers crossed the yellowish branches; One after another, the plum blossoms are flowing through the fingers, flying all over the sky and falling clouds all over the trees. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and bits and pieces of white are falling from the sky to all parts of the world. Chimonanthus praecox is flourishing, and one tree is connected with another. It is rooted in the crevices of rocks, flourishing, brave and fearless, creating a heroic demeanor that people admire! Throughout the ages, people have a soft spot for snow and plum blossoms. Snow is pure, plum blossom is holy, and the combination of the two complements each other. Once upon a time, I dreamed of becoming a fragrant plum blossom. Plum blossom and I became one, and plum blossom and I could not be separated. I praise plum blossom, praise this extraordinary plum blossom.
Every winter, the six snowflakes of Star Zero fall into the sky, dancing like a sad fairy, as if to show people her graceful figure. Quite a bit "northland scenery, thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow" means. Plum blossoms reflected in snow is a paradise. It's interesting to step on snow in Xun Mei. Since ancient times, people are not afraid of the cold, the mountains are high and the roads are far, and they have gone to ask for advice and seek. Walking in the snow in Xun Mei is not so much looking for plum blossoms as pursuing the noble and holy moral integrity of plum blossoms, indifferent and detached feelings, and looking for spiritual nourishment and support.
"A few plums in a corner, hanling alone" is a portrayal of plum blossom's life. Petite plum blossoms seem to show great vitality. I appreciate the loneliness and loneliness of plum blossom. I like loneliness and loneliness. Perhaps it is loneliness and lonely tasks that make us feel so similar; Perhaps it is loneliness and loneliness that connect us; Maybe it's that innate pride that implicates us. The fragrant plum blossom is my story. In the cold winter, the fragrant plum blossoms themselves synthesize a true portrayal of life. Snow drifts into plum, plum, etc. This pair of fairies between heaven and earth has brought people endless poetry and painting.
starry sky
The stars are shining and the wind is sunny. Taking the sky as a curtain and the ground as a seat, I just sat on the ground, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pool of frogs and looking at the starry night sky.
The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black, which extends all the way to the distance. My eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to see what the end of the day is.
The sky is too vast, which makes me feel deeply small; The boundless universe makes me sigh that life is short. "fleeting", I seem to understand the helplessness of the ancients. Look at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs are still singing. Some stars like to be alone, while others like to get together.
Look, the Big Dipper, consisting of seven stars, shines like a spoon. I really want to take it off and use it to hold the milky way water to see if it is sweet. Look at the Altair and Vega across the Milky Way. According to legend, they can only meet at Queqiao on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month every year. What a poor couple. If you look closely, you will also find that the flying horse, composed of thirteen stars, holds its head high and is very powerful. Ah, there are so many stars in the sky that I can't count them and see them enough. ...
In the countryside, in the dead of night, it is time to look up at the starry sky. What a beautiful scenery it is! With the blue sky as the background, the stars have been arranged from my eyes to my brain. They are either naughty, lively, reserved or thoughtful. So much, so clear. Perhaps, at this time, there may be a feeling of "stirring the water of the Milky Way and turning it into a starry sky". The milky way flows slowly, feeling like a dream. Surrounded by stars.
What surges in my heart is inexplicable fear, fear that the secular dust on my body is contaminated with this pure beauty without a trace of noise, and fear that I will lose this beauty. I am afraid whether there is still time and space to have this beauty in my wandering life. At this time, they are so close to me and so kind. I really want to pick one by myself, embed it in my clothes, and hide it in the most secret place in my heart forever, so that it can become the eternal light in my heart and illuminate the road I have to go when there is no moonlight or starlight, but I can't, because it comes from my inner fear.
Looking up at the sky gives me infinite reverie. If only I could become a star! When you are tired, you can sleep comfortably in the clouds; When you are thirsty, have a drink by the Milky Way. On a moonless night, my friends and I can jump out of the blue curtains to light the way for passers-by. I want to make the world bright forever, full of peace and happiness forever!
A Mother's Gift
Why? Why did you give me a present on my 40th birthday? As long as I can remember, my mother hasn't given me a special gift. When I was a child, every birthday, my mother would cook me some eggs for breakfast that day. Later, before I was 39, even though I was married and married, as long as I happened to be at home on my birthday, my mother always boiled eggs for me. Besides, my mother has never given me any birthday present, even an insignificant little toy.
Almost a week before my birthday, my mother told me with a dignified face that she would give me a gift for my 40th birthday. After learning the news, I guessed for several days and my heart was pounding. Is it a surprise? Are you upset?
My mother is a simple, hardworking and kind rural woman. Seeing that she is 70 years old, she still works nonstop every day, especially in the busy season of harvesting and planting wheat in autumn. In the field, she can always see the busy figure of her old man. Even in the slack season, she tries her best to find what she can. This has been particularly prominent since my father died six years ago.
I have witnessed the hardships of my mother's life since I was sensible. Before my father retired, she planted several acres of responsibility fields to take care of my young age. At that time, farming was not as easy as it is now. There were neither harvesters nor tractors. These machines are used for irrigating seedlings, weeding, weeding and grinding. Think about how hard it is for a woman to do such manual work in the hot sun. Besides, this woman is her own mother.
My mother educated me with her own practical actions and infected me. She is my only child. She loves me and cares for me in every way. What can I give her in return? Many times, I secretly vowed in my heart that I must let my mother live a good life! Fortunately, God has eyes. I worked hard to find a job in the provincial capital, thinking of bringing my mother here, so that her old man can enjoy the city life and let me do my filial piety in her later years and realize my vows. On the contrary, high housing prices shattered my filial piety and vows. I have insomnia and anxiety when I think about it.
My cautious mother may have noticed my worry, not only comforted me by innuendo, but also praised me from time to time: "You are a filial child, and your mother knows your mind." Don't just think about buying a house. You are a man. You must do something, strive around your goals and do your own thing well. Your mother is happier than anything. " I gave a wry smile and said nothing. Slightly tilted, my mother took out a small bell from her arms and waved it, making a dull noise. I followed the sound and saw that little bell was black and broken. Oh, it's made of iron. I was wondering when I saw my mother staring at the little bell in her hand. She seems to be saying to herself, "this little bell can be of great use when teaching you to walk." I hold you in one hand and you in the other. When you want to walk steadily, I will let go of your hand. In order to get the little bell in my hand, you reach forward with your hands and feet, screaming and anxious. Son, this is my 40th birthday present for you. I bought it with the waste at home, and my mother didn't spend a penny. " Then my mother gave it to me solemnly.
I know, this is not an ordinary little bell, this is the compass of my life! If you want to get it, you must not be afraid of difficulties, not afraid of falling, and pursue it wholeheartedly.
afterheat
Spring has come, and the plan for the year lies in spring, so stay at home for so long. It's time for exercise.
I plan to go far away, see the blue sky and white clouds, walk the grassland, live a nomadic life and indulge in the infinite scenery of nature.
The most important thing is to invigorate our own economy, develop and expand there, make use of our old place and give full play to the waste heat.
Looking at the rivers and mountains in Wan Li, I really want to live for another 500 years.
Fragments can't piece together my youth.
In summer, clusters of gardenias gradually block the heat of the whole summer. A faint fragrance intoxicated my heart, like a thick love song, which played the joys and sorrows of the world. In this warm golden sunshine, the pure white petals of gardenia flowers look so beautiful and sad. This faint feeling of youth, like a tree blooming, is slowly intoxicating. Those memories buried in the depths of memory will spread with the fragrance of gardenia.
Because I miss our youth, I shed tears; Because we love our youth, we cherish it; Because we cherish, because we miss, so we deeply mourn the lost youth. I believe those lost youth are in the sky, quietly watching our love and hate.
Memories of those years, I want to pick them up and piece them together one by one to make our complete song.
A song in our youth can't finish singing our youth. Like a bird that stays in the fleeting time, it is safe and quiet.
That was your first flower, and that pile of rafts awakened my memory of youth. Meeting is tree after tree, just like the poem "Lin". It wasn't until many years later that I remembered that it was still so clear and beautiful, although it was separated by the cold and warm years and the high mountains. In the silhouette of time, how many encounters are warm and how many farewells are melancholy. The past travels through time, whose eyes are wet? Caring through the soul, who misses you warmly? (lyric prose)
Walking barefoot on the road seems to touch the warmth of the sun. I closed my eyes and took a hard breath, smelling the beauty of the sun. Looking back suddenly, you are no longer in the dim light, and I have never found you in the world of mortals. The past is like a cloud, and those beautiful and pure things in the past are always scattered in the running water and in the colorful places of the city. Beautiful years always take away our youth in cold blood, and then let us miss and taste. Perhaps the beauty of life is a tear between meeting and parting. The smile between your eyebrows is the best words and the most beautiful scenery of my youth. Then if you meet, don't ask if it is fate or disaster. If you meet shallowly and hide deeply, Lin said, "If you are well, it will be sunny."
Xue Xiaochan said: "Meeting or parting is a fate. The fate of the past has long been changed by years. Time is drifting away with long memories and low eyebrows. Years of unforgettable experience is just an unforgettable stroke in life. How many people in the world have passed by, and how many people are unforgettable. Some scenery is no matter how good, and some emotions have passed by, which is already the best ending. In memory, there will always be some moments that can warm the whole past. "
Fragments fell to the ground, and youth could never be found again.
Sister, I want to tell you
Dear sister:
How have you been recently? It is the first time to write to you, and now you are gradually getting rid of childishness and moving towards a mature stage. At this moment, your life is about to usher in a golden age that belongs to you. I believe that your dream is like a pair of invisible wings. As you grow up, you can fly higher and farther under the blue sky. Now, do you still calculate a series of math problems under the lamp? Sister, I believe your efforts will pay off.
Sister, do you know? On the surface, you give people the feeling that you don't care about anything, but in fact, you are stubborn inside. You don't like to rely on other people's help, you just want to live in your own way. You pay too much attention to details and force yourself to breathe; You are too sensitive to let others know your vulnerable side. You make my heart ache so much that I can't breathe.
Sister, now you remind me of me at that time. I don't like to express my feelings at will, and I don't like to pretend to be a rebellious girl. At that time, I didn't like my parents to make decisions for me according to their ideas. I don't like them putting unfulfilled dreams on me and asking me to work hard. I don't like that they only consider problems from their point of view, without considering my feelings. At that time, I felt that they didn't care about me, didn't love me, and didn't even treat me as their own daughter. Because I am too young, young people always make mistakes. In fact, the contradiction between my parents and me comes from that distant word-generation gap, which is the feeling that there is no way to communicate. So, I hope you don't make the same mistake as me, just as my parents don't like our hard road in the future.
There are no parents in the world who don't love their children. It's just the difference in life span that leads to the separation of our two generations. They can't understand why we chat on QQ most of the time, and they don't even know what we like and dislike now. Sometimes, my parents just want to hear what's happening in your school and know about your recent situation at school. Although they picked up the phone in their hands, they still dared not press the familiar phone number for fear of disturbing your study time.
At a hazy stage, your curiosity and infatuation with the opposite sex will follow. After all, most parents will think that you lack judgment on things at this stage. Because there are basically no words like "puppy love", "forbidden fruit" and "a beautiful mistake" in the parents' era. They are afraid that you will fall into a situation where you cannot extricate yourself and neglect your studies, so they will teach you again and again. Like you now, I used to think that what teachers and parents said was old ideas and feudalism, which is out of date in this open era. Sister, you should try to understand your parents' pains, and not just see the surface.
Nowadays, the bad atmosphere in society makes parents always on tenterhooks, afraid that bad things will poison your brain and hurt your mind. Their idea is that only by being admitted to a famous university can you have hope for the future and gain a foothold in society. Perhaps, they think you are still young, and marriage and love are still far away from you; Or maybe they think you have no financial ability and can't afford the cost of falling in love; Perhaps, they think that you are at every age in your life, so you should take on your own responsibilities and obligations. Don't blame mom and dad for being strict. Their starting point is because they love you too much and worry that one wrong step will change your life.
Sister, please believe that you will always be happy. You have a happy family and loving parents. I don't want you to wait until you lose it to know that you have always been happy. Now, I know that being bound by parents is also a kind of happiness, which shows that parents love you and love you, so they will bind you. It's just that I didn't understand these truths earlier.
As the old saying goes: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it but not approach." We owe our parents too much. Don't wait until our parents are old to say I love you. Time is like a thief, stealing parents' young faces, stealing parents' short life time and stealing parents' time with us. Sister, please cherish the time with your parents and don't wait any longer. In this sad rainy season, you should not ignore the happiness around you, because happiness will not wait for you forever.
Sister, you once said that you were afraid of not keeping up with others' study. But in my impression, you have been working hard, especially in English. I can't help you with your studies, but I can tell you something about my feelings in high school. High school is also a three-day exam, a five-day exam, a monthly exam and so on. , can be said to be color change. Every day, I have to face countless information books, endless composition problems and endless math problems. Now think about how you got through it. Maybe I don't want to give up my dream, maybe a group of friends accompany me shoulder to shoulder and support me to meet the war without smoke.
Sister, when you use all your passion to turn into a sword and meet thousands of troops, you will realize how excited you are. Looking back on the past three years of high school, those who used to be enthusiastic and strong have long been exhausted by the passage of time, and those who accompanied them through their youth have long been scattered in various cities, leaving me only their memories. But those familiar smiling faces, humorous words and cordial greetings are enough for me to remember until I am old. Sister, I believe you will have this experience soon. In the most difficult environment, you can be the most beautiful butterfly, because you learn to grow in pain.
Sister, seventeen years old is a sad season, an era in which pain and happiness coexist. Cherish warm friendship, put aside loneliness and sadness, and choose your own way to weave your dreams. Remember, you are not a lonely fish. You don't need to hide in a dark corner and cry. I will always support and trust you.
At this time, my wish is that you don't feel sad in the rainy season, don't hurt yourself with your indifference in disguise, enjoy the happiness of being loved and love yourself well, that's all.
Love your sister forever.
September 16