A letter to my former self 1 Dear friend:
Are you okay? Once the sea was difficult for water, and time flies. The past years passed like scenes in a focal plane. You appear in the photo-once by yourself. How many times have I been at a crossroads? Once upon a time, how many times I cried because I recalled the good times that passed away; I used to be so young and frivolous and so sentimental. You used to be yourself ... Are you okay?
I have cried, laughed, quarreled and made trouble ... I can't remember how many times I wanted to give up my dream because I was confused and tired of the future. But that's only temporary. I used to be so brave, how could I give up easily? Thank those who have helped themselves, and thank those who have never given up again and again. ...
Thank you for being you. It is your pursuit of dreams that has always encouraged me now and made me stronger and braver. I will always remember our agreement. Although you have left, how can I forget the bright future we agreed on?
Thank you for being you. You stumble, but you treat every fall as a new beginning, which makes me make a comeback; You have experienced lonely and dark days, so tell me to cherish every friend around me, open my heart and let the sun drive away the haze; You used to cry for failure, so tell me to be happy, to be brave, and to learn to smile at everyone and everything in life. You are so kind to me, how can I forget you?
However, you just told me so cruelly that I should learn to forget. You said that people can only make progress if they look forward, and they will only lose themselves if they look back ... so I should forget you and create a better future for myself!
However, how can I forget you? You taught me a lot. I wouldn't be who I am without you. So, I can't fail you now. I will hold your dream, hold my head high and look forward to our future ... because of you, I am not afraid of any difficulties. I want to be worthy of you and myself now. This is my best thanks to you!
You see, now I have learned to treat others with humility, and I have also learned to do everything wholeheartedly and try not to fall down again. Even if there is, I will bravely get up, pat the dirt on my body and tell myself "it's no big deal."
Look, now I know how to cherish, cherish time, cherish my relatives around me, and cherish every friend who is in trouble with me. "The most important thing in life is to know yourself and the flesh and blood in every corner of the world." I will never feel that life is full of haze and traps. Sunshine and warmth accompany me. How wonderful life is!
Look, now I have replaced tears with laughter, strength has overcome cowardice, and happiness has replaced sadness. You taught me all this, and you gave it to me!
Because of you, I will be happier and stronger in the future Thank you sincerely for being you!
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A letter to my former self Composition 2 My former self:
Hello!
This is a letter you wrote to you about to start your social work career more than two years later. I hope you're not too surprised. After all, it is popular now. Now I am writing this letter to you, just hoping to talk to you. After reading it, you can forget or remember a little bit, and then continue your established pace.
I didn't expect time to pass so quickly, and I didn't have time to look back on my past when I didn't really do anything, but time has passed. I don't know if you will feel similar when you think of the past.
I still remember how I stepped into the world of social work with enthusiasm and bright sunshine. Are you the same now? Or do you have another mood?
In the world of social work, there are those things that are very beautiful in this society; But here, at the same time, you can see more bad aspects of society, and slowly, you will feel it with your heart little by little. In this world, we will find that we can experience many strange, wonderful but helpless or contradictory feelings here; Just like our society, there is a sunny day and darkness that hides countless secrets, but these two whites and blacks are a whole and indispensable.
I never thought I could stick to being a corporate social worker for so long. Blink my eyes. In laughter, in the tangle of sadness, in inner confusion, in constant dialogue, I unconsciously persisted in this position for so long.
In fact, until now, I don't know whether such persistence is right or worthwhile. Maybe it would be better to change it. I have struggled, so I don't want to say, let you put down those struggles, vacillations and considerations in your heart. But in the end, because of those touches in the process of contacting or contacting customers, I can't let go. Writing here, I remember seeing many employees sitting in front of a store at night, watching TV programs carefully and intently, and seeing people in twos and threes in front of the square of a shopping mall, just standing there, watching movies with their heads held high; I don't know how others will feel when they see such a scene, but they are happy and they won't be sad. They think it is good to have a place where they can watch programs when they have nothing to do. Looking at their seriousness, watching their smiling faces and listening to their laughter will make me think, how do others feel? Well, the supervisor once said, let me think more and think more from other people's perspectives.
Sometimes I think, yes, they can live well without me. In fact, they are all very powerful and powerful, but there is always one thing, and they always insist on their own choices in the end. Perhaps, the original insistence was simple, I just wanted to give myself a chance. I always thought it was an escape to leave like this, because I found it difficult to do it here, because I didn't do it well, and then I wanted to change places. I don't think it should be like this; So, well, tell yourself this and stick to it. In this way, one insists on one after another. In these persistence, we have gained a lot of feelings, happiness and growth. Of course, we also have sadness, sadness and confusion ... but all this, when it becomes a part of our memory, is our precious part.
I don't know if you have encountered those difficult questions or puzzles, just like I did at the beginning. Then ask yourself over and over again in your mind, is that right? Is this really good? Or am I self-righteous, what is really what we should do and what we can do? In some unexpected reactions of customers, I will ask myself, what behavior or when did my attitude cause this situation, and what can I do now? When I am angry, I will ask myself, is this what I want? Is it good or not? Is there a better way? What can I do next time?
Maybe these questions make it difficult for you to find the answer, which is very tangled. In fact, these problems are still bothering me, but because they have promoted my growth, I am very grateful for their existence!
I have to say, it's hard to recall the feelings that once made people sad, tangled or angry. What remains in my mind is the smiling faces of the parties, as well as their tolerance, tolerance and touching.
However, if you can, I still hope you can think more and think as much as you can. Believe more and believe in yourself; More time for precipitation and precipitation to gain experience; Well, also, think about me after more than two years. Now I still have a lot to study hard and grow hard. Then, can you let yourself walk more freely, and walk more fully and freely?
All right, stop talking. Let's call it a day.
I wish you good health and happy work!
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A Letter to My Former Self Composition 3 Mu Zi:
Time has passed 18 years. During this long time, I wrote letters to many people, from naive Tian Zi plaid to plaid stationery to colorful paper, and then carefully put them into envelopes and dropped them into the black hole with cracks in the green mailbox. These small stationery just drifted into the hands of different people through time and space. It suddenly occurred to me that I wrote so many letters, but none of them were addressed to you-the old me. I am Li, and you are mine.
In my impression, you are a stubborn and strong young girl who loves to cry, but always dries her tears by herself. It was your first time to take part in the long-distance running organized by the school, in winter. Many people are standing at the starting line. As soon as you make a noise, the crowd rushes forward, and you, who are short, follow the crowd. I don't know who tripped you, but you fell heavily on the ground and slipped a long way on the compacted smooth snow. The snow is hard and painful. Your little hand is covered with snow residue and you have lost a shoe. Tears rolled down your frozen red face as soon as you grinned. People keep running past you, you see someone running away in tears, and suddenly you bite your lip and want to get up. Heavy clothes make you look like a clumsy bear. You find your shoes, put them on regardless of the snow inside, and chase them in the direction where people are running. You run and cry, and the cold wind blows on your tender face, but you run full head and sweat. On that day, you were the last person to cross the finish line, but you were the only child who fell down and got up to run the whole course. After crossing the finish line, you threw yourself into your mother's arms waiting there early and burst into tears. Mother wiped your tears with her warm palm and said with a smile, "Only a good boy can get up. You have finished the whole race. " Later, I fell down on the way forward countless times, cut my palm by reality countless times, and watched others struggle to get up and run down countless times. The finish line is there. I also passed many people, smiling or crying to cross the finish line again and again.
You are strong, and you have always been a good boy praised by your neighbors. It seems that in my memory, there is never a time when your name is not on the honor roll, and there will always be your silly smile in the glass window. Now the bronzing on those awards has faded, but it still shines in my heart. Jealousy seems to have no age. At first, someone deliberately embarrassed you, tore up the awards you put on the table, stole your homework, secretly put a note behind you "I copied the exam" and put the "confession" with the words "I like you" in your name in the pencil box of the boy in the next class ... You were rejected, misunderstood, laughed at and left out ... At that time, you seemed to know. You were twelve years old. Later, you became better. Many people began to like you, appreciate you, encourage you and help you. More people began to hate you, slander you and suppress you with unknown feelings, but your faith never wavered. Because you know, everything has a price, but dazzling is thousands of times better than mediocre life, and behind it are blood and tears that others can't see. Now, I can also face everyone's encouragement and ridicule. I can be as proud as a princess or as ordinary as a grain of dust. Decorate the crown when crowned king with people's love and hate. As a friend of yours said, as long as you fly high enough, noise, abuse and ridicule from the ground will eventually turn into looking up. So, Mu Zi, you must fly high enough.
Like every girl, you long for a prince of your own. He is tall, handsome and brave, with a pair of glass shoes and a white horse, and a heart that loves you. Later, you thought he was your prince, and you became infatuated with him and began to pay for him. Every day, you wander between the so-called sweetness of love and the fear that teachers and parents will find out. Later, when the teacher found out, he put the blame on you. You begin to feel pain and sadness, but you still insist on that love. Finally, under his repeated injuries, he transferred to another school with tears in his eyes. Ended a three-month first love. You were sixteen then. You began to hate contact with boys, and refused those boys who confessed to you again and again. You throw chocolate in boys' faces, tear love letters to pieces in front of boys, and laugh at boys who tell their friends ... you are like a frightened hedgehog, sticking sharp thorns in the hearts of those who are not hostile. Because you are afraid of being hurt, you firmly believe that the best protection is attack, so you always choose to hurt others, perhaps the survival instinct of animals. Mu Zi, what I want to tell you is that you should believe in love and love bravely. I won't tell you not to puppy love. Some detours can make you grow. Remember the lesson after the pain. You have to believe that somewhere in the world, there is someone waiting to meet you at the right time and place. You are his only princess, he is your eternal prince, he will support the rise and fall of a dynasty for you, and he will resist the burden of history for you. Before he finds you, please fill yourself with warmth and hope like me and try to make yourself perfect. You may not be beautiful, but you must hold your head high with confidence. You may not be smart, but you must struggle. You may come from an ordinary family, but you must be a miracle in the ordinary. If you want to believe in love and look up to it, brave enough to love, you must firmly believe that there must be a person who will cross the turbulent sea and trudge through the waters of Qian Shan, come to you with a smile and hold your hand, and he will tell you why you took so many detours before meeting him, just to meet him. Then, you will be his most beautiful bride.
You begin to be like every restless adolescent, eager to grow up and do what you want freely like an adult. You learn to drink a big bottle of beer like an adult, and then squat on the side of the road crying and vomiting. At first, you don't want to go home and wander aimlessly in the street with some boys and girls who are as eager to grow up as you are. You didn't want to listen to your parents at first, and you deliberately resisted to show that you had grown up. You are eighteen years old this year. But you know, Mu Zi, you will grow up one day, but growing up is not rebellion or depravity, but it means taking on more responsibilities and more troubles. When I stand on the tail tip of youth and look back at you, I am sad, nostalgic, sorry and sighing. When I was a child, having a hairy bear was a luxury. Every day when I pass by the shop after school, I will lie on the glass window and stare at the hairy bear inside. The hairy bear, which has never been owned but has always existed, has become the simplest and most beautiful yearning of my childhood. Now, I have a lot of furry bears, and half the beds are covered with furry bears, but I can't feel that kind of happiness anymore. Sometimes, it is often lost that we know how to cherish. Mu Zi, you must cherish everything you have and embrace everyone you can. You will have a lot and be happier.
Because you know, you are kind. I know your every little mood, because we have taken the same road, seen the same scenery and met the same people and things. I was you. You are, I am Li, I am yours, and you are the old time that I miss countless times.
My dear Mu Zi, you should be happy, happy, brave, optimistic and strong. You should also learn to bear, give up, forgive and forget. You have to be a warm child and grow into what I want.
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