You have been living in seclusion in my poems. In daily life, many people will record their lives by writing articles, some of which are very poetic and make people linger after reading them. Let's share some articles about your seclusion in my poems. Let's have a look.

1 You have been living in my poems, and the mountains and rivers are green; Pear is white. Under the pear tree, there is a stone table and two stone benches. Han Jie, Chu River, let's fight.

When the wind blows, the petals of pears fall one after another, and your cannon is covered with white petals. You said that even pears are helping me. How can you be unbeaten?

I smiled, laughing so wantonly. On the pear tree, there are two magpies, twittering, looking at you and me. In the end, who will die?

As the saying goes, pride goes before a fall. When I was in vain, you suddenly shouted "General".

I take a closer look, and my marshal is surrounded by you. I seldom lose, but this time I lost under your attack.

I am sad, but you clap your hands and laugh so freely, so casually, so free and easy, so hearty, as if winning me means winning the whole world. A pair of magpies in the tree were awakened by your laughter and flew away.

Now the pear trees are full, the magpies are heard, the dusty stone tables and benches are still there, but the chess players are gone.

The days of parting are colorful, but it has become an unforgettable heartbreak in my life. Beautiful days, because you left, I was lonely, writing poems in the curtains, and the rigid words lost their poetry.

Only the spring rain in the middle of the night, like crying, is full of acacia. I sent a message to Hua que, saying that I miss you very much, but I haven't heard from you.

Want to use the jade finger gently brushed, but it is blustery, Chung Shan Man canoe, boat shadow without a trace. You disappeared into my eyes like a broken kite, and I haven't heard from you since.

With Sheng Xiang's touch, the old dream was ignited, the spring breeze blew, and the pear blossoms opened again. You and I are like the fault of flying kites. We missed the summer and the autumn, covered with golden hairpin, and buried in the snow, which turned into water and made us miss each other.

A horse passed by in front of the court. How many times have you come back and forth? Your shadow is only fixed in my poem and my chess. I didn't miss the spring breeze, I didn't miss the pear blossom, but I miss you.

For many years, your figure has lived in seclusion in my poems, but I can't walk into your dreams. Perhaps, I have been dreaming in my poems, but you are awake in your dreams.

In my poem, you have been living in seclusion. Father's love, a poem I didn't understand.

When did my adolescence begin?

Probably from the day when Yang Yiyuan officially left my mother and me. Yang Yiyuan is my father, but as long as I can remember, I have never called him. I think there is only one word that can describe all my feelings for Yang Yiyuan, a word that comes from blood and genes and is planted in blood and bones-hate.

Yang Yiyuan was reunited with my first lover when I was in primary school, and I haven't been back to this house since then.

It was a cold night and I fell asleep. Someone knocked at the door, and then there was the voice of mom talking to someone in the living room. I instinctively looked out from behind the bedroom door. It turned out to be Yang Yiyuan. Yang Yiyuan said, "Please." Mom was silent for a long time before she said, "You haven't mentioned divorce for years. Why did you bring this up suddenly? Tell me the truth, maybe I'll think about it. "

This time it was Yang Yiyuan's turn to be silent, and the air was so heavy that it froze. After all, he gave a long sigh: "She is pregnant, almost 40 years old. This is her last chance. "

A week later, at dinner, my mother suddenly pretended as if nothing had happened and said to me, "Your father and I divorced." It doesn't matter. From today on, you are an adult, the man of this family. "

I didn't become as strong and mature as my mother hoped. Instead, he suddenly changed from a recognized good boy to a rebellious teenager. Tired of studying, tired of going home, and even tired of thinking. The only thing I want to do is to play online games. I was a freshman that year, 15 years old.

In my mother's eyes, I am polite and sensible, helping her with housework and studying hard, which is simply all the support and hope for her to live. But what about now? My mother cried and asked me, "What's wrong with you?" I thought about it and answered her, "Nothing, adolescence."

What death cannot change.

Yang Yiyuan has heard of me. After the divorce, he changed from sending living expenses to saving money directly into the bank card every month. I made it clear to my mother that I didn't want to see that man again.

So, when I saw Yang Yiyuan staring at me solemnly at the school gate, I walked past him with a cold face and turned a blind eye. Yang Yiyuan often comes, but he doesn't take the initiative to speak. I can see his expression changing from the corner of my eye. From the beginning, I wanted to reprimand and educate the elderly, and then I became angry, irritated and depressed.

It's time for the big bang. When the final exam report came out that day, my mother was informed by the school that I was going to repeat the grade. I know that one day, I was psychologically prepared, sitting in the living room waiting for my mother to cry when she came back from school, cursing and even hitting me.

It was Yang Yiyuan who opened the door and came in. The first sentence turned out to be so familiar: "please."

I fiddled with his expression: "The professor's son was asked to repeat the grade, and he felt humiliated."

Yang Yiyuan clenched his fist and the veins stood out on his forehead. I am not afraid of him. I am almost as tall as him. Although I am a little thin, I am confident that I will not lose to him.

Yang Yiyuan's hand gradually loosened. He gave me a contemptuous look and turned to the door. At the door, he turned back and said, "It doesn't matter how miserable I am in your eyes. There are two women in this world who love me from beginning to end. They love me because I am excellent. My incompetence lies only in my failure to handle the relationship between them. But look at you. You don't even have half of me. Can you be admitted to the university where I was admitted? Will there be girls who love you in the future? So, it's not that you don't want to recognize me as a father now, but that I don't want to recognize you as a son at all. "

He slammed the door and left. My crazy adolescence ended prematurely somehow.

Two years later, I was admitted to Yang Yiyuan's alma mater with a score of more than 20 points higher than the score. On the day of registration, Yang Yiyuan came.

Before he could speak, I spoke coldly. That's what I said to him after a few days of deliberation: "Don't show merit, don't say that I studied hard because of your provocation. I was admitted to the university after all." You are wrong. I went to college to grow up, which has nothing to do with you. I 18 years old. From today on, my mother and I don't need your money. I will earn my own tuition and living expenses. Please don't bother us in the future.

Yang Yiyuan painfully closed his eyes, left a passbook and left, with a clear back and scattered steps.

I tore up the passbook.

During my college years, I applied for a student loan, studied hard for a scholarship, and took two jobs after school. My state can only be described as "despair". Although I am very tired, I have no regrets.

However, my body is getting sick. Those are unspeakable symptoms: for example, I feel frequent urination and urgency, but I have no intention to go to the toilet; Without a girlfriend, I always feel very weak, especially my legs; I'm fidgeting, my knees, hands and feet are shaking like Yang Yiyuan, and I can't control myself.

My mother took me to the hospital for examination. Looking around, there are very few young men like me in nephrology, and I am almost ashamed to want to escape from the hospital. I hid in the garden grass outside the hospital, and my mother came out. I have a worried face. My heart is getting tighter. She said, "Nothing, it's not the body organs. The doctor said that it was probably the autonomic nervous dysfunction caused by mental illness. However, your father said that the problems caused by mental illness are more difficult to cure. "

I got angry when I heard it: "What did you call that man when I was sick?"

Mother's mouth trembled a few times, but she didn't say it.

However, I soon understood my mother's painstaking efforts, because it was too expensive to find a psychiatrist to treat me. It took me an hour to get to 200 yuan.

Fortunately, the doctor who treated me was very amiable. He quickly diagnosed my illness-anxiety, and caused many physical symptoms such as frequent urination, urgency and collapse due to anxiety. He said that the origin of the disease is related to the relationship between you and your father, and anxiety often comes from negative emotions such as guilt and self-blame.

The figure left by Yang Yiyuan suddenly appeared in my mind.

Give you back your blood and bones.

If the psychologist is right, he means that my physical illness stems from my anxiety, and my anxiety is a subconscious sense of guilt caused by my attitude towards Yang Yiyuan. If this sense of debt can be eliminated, the sense of anxiety will disappear and the body will get better.

Unexpectedly, I will soon face an opportunity to completely eliminate my sense of shame. Yang Yiyuan is ill, not a minor illness, but uremia. There is only one radical cure-kidney replacement.

Who donated the kidney to him? He is alone. I heard that his first lover, no, it should be said that his current wife is willing, but unfortunately the match is unsuccessful.

My mother told me the news, and I stared at her eyes sensitively: "Mom, are you going to donate his kidney, too?"

Mom didn't speak, just looked at me, her eyes were as unfathomable as the sea, and I couldn't see clearly. My heart ached and I blurted out, "No, you should hate him." . Even if you want to donate, it should be me. "

Mother's eyes flashed with joy: "Really? Would you like to go? "

Yes, this is joy. My mood is extremely complicated. My mother still loves the ungrateful man, even more than she loves her son.

Before the operation, Yang Yiyuan was lying on another operating bed beside me. He called me "son" softly, like an old man's throat. My heart ached and my eyes were swollen, but I held back and turned my head to the other side without looking at him.

I told myself that I was paying my debts, and Nezha returned the bones and blood to my people. From then on, I was relaxed, free and free.

The doctor's psychological analysis is really accurate. After the operation, although I lost a kidney, I obviously felt better, and the symptoms that bothered me slowed down or even disappeared. Of course, this has something to do with me not living in school and my mother recuperating at home every day. In addition, I continue to take the medicine prescribed by the doctor to treat anxiety.

This year after graduation, I successfully applied for a job in a joint venture. On the first day of work, the unit organized a new physical examination.

During the B-ultrasound, the doctor hesitated and asked me, "Have you ever had a kidney transplant?"

I sighed with relief, and the doctor smiled: "It seems that your condition has recovered very well, and you don't need to take too many anti-rejection drugs. The kidney transplanted to you is in harmony with your physical performance. It should be a blood donor, right? "

I don't know how I got out of the hospital.

When I got home, I opened my mother's suitcase hidden by the bed, which contained a large circle of medicine bottle labels. It turned out that my mother always tore off the trademark of anti-extrusion drugs and replaced it with the trademark of anti-anxiety drugs. I also found a surgical agreement that I had never seen before, but it was related to my operation two years ago.

According to the agreement, Yang Yiyuan volunteered to provide his own healthy kidney source-his son. This is his signature and my name is signed by my mother.

Suddenly, she burst into tears.

I was 22 years old that day.