1 that day, I went upstairs with a bunch of sample magazines and several green payment bills, and opened the magazines one by one. Suddenly, a letter with my name on it came out. I'm surprised: how long has it been since I received a real letter? Almost all the magazines sent are pasted with printed notes, and there is not a word in them except a magazine, or there is a printed invitation letter, and there is no fingertip temperature.
Gently, I opened the handwritten letter and slowly froze. It was my old friend and friend. He wrote this letter to me on yellow and red rice paper. He said, "In the dim light, I suddenly saw your article about Sanmao's memory, so I wanted to write you a letter. In fact, I can call and email or chat on QQ, but I think, in this snowy winter, maybe you want to write a letter? "
I like it. I like to be a little sad.
Once upon a time, I wrote such a fiery letter. Ten years ago, it was really young fierce wave. The only way to get in touch is to write. I wrote a long letter and sent it with an eight-point stamp. I slowly waited for a reply and fell into my hands like a pigeon. The waiting process is beautiful. My first love was love on paper.
And a teenager in Chongqing writes tens of thousands of words every week because of words. Under the lamp, at midnight in the cold winter, I put on a blanket and curled my legs to write a letter to a boy, telling him that the north is cold and cold, but my heart is warm and warm.
I wrote it for six years. Then, the sound of dust will never die. Those old letters filled one of my big boxes. He told me that I have moved many times, and the only thing I haven't lost is the letter you wrote to me.
Me too. I threw it away not because it was the most splendid scene in my youth, but because I missed and recalled that letter. Hong Fei Ni Xue, if it leaves some traces, this letter is absolutely the most beautiful. It is full of youth's lovesickness and sadness, although I didn't know love when I was young.
When the stamp grows to 20 cents, I don't write much, but I still write a few letters to my friends occasionally to tell them that I am lonely. For example, in the autumn of a flower, lovelorn people always have so much sadness. Therefore, how to solve their worries, only letters.
Later, I really stopped writing. I don't know when it costs 80 cents to send a letter. Anyway, I write a letter once in a while, and when people ask me for 80 cents, I will stay. When did 8 cents become 80 cents? And a letter sent a few days ago became one piece and two pieces. ! When did I go from being a teenager to now?
No more handwritten letters. We have mobile phone, telephone, Internet, email and QQmsn. All information arrives instantly, but why can't it reach my heart?
I chatted with my friends on QQmsn by phone and email, which was full of hype, but one day I found that I was so distant from them that I even had nothing to say, because if one day he changed his mobile phone number, email address and QQ, where could I find this person? He can disappear without a trace, as if he had never lived in the future, as if he had never existed.
This discovery makes me feel very sad.
However, in the past, those boxes of letters made me feel very down-to-earth, as if those people were still in front of me, never leaving, at your fingertips. It seems that those ancient messages have been around me, reminding me that in my previous mood for love, I was once in this bright flame of love, was there only ashes? And I also shed tears for whom till dawn.
Those black and white days, full of classical and blurred breath, made me suddenly hide my face in this afternoon. Suddenly I feel that time is so distant from me, and I gradually lose the temperature and become numb to everything.
But just this afternoon, I woke up like a hibernating bug, spread out a soft rice paper and wrote it word by word: I think, whenever I want to have a handwritten letter, how long is the temperature in that letter?
Mood diary 2 arrived as scheduled and met unexpectedly? April passed quietly, and Zhimo and Yin Hui drifted away with the autumn in England. It seems that everyone who loves incense is lamenting the cramped, short and undeniable clarity of this season. Some fleeting moments, their own meaning is their romantic moments, and their emotions are too deep, often like distant clouds. Perhaps it is mixed with too many expectations and desires, and in the end, it is likely to just disappear. However, after a wave of romantic love, it is hard to find another person who buried tears and flowers together like Daiyu. Can not stay colorful, only the same cycle, can no longer be full of affection, singing "last year today, in front of this door, peach blossoms set each other off, people do not know where to go, peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze." I'm really afraid of disturbing passers-by, disturbing dreams and destroying the grace and gentleness of people in the distance.
Compared with the rush of April, I am always willing to listen to the voice of May. The sunshine was slightly transparent, and his face faded from childishness. I was infected by green onions, and that feeling was better than tenderness and longing when I touched it. I am not eager to hold it in my arms, nor am I obsessed with holding my head high. I just want to be as simple as an accident, and I want to meet it with a touch of brilliance, not demon or dryness. How many years, like the reappearance of several years of separation, is vigorous. The pomegranate skirt at the end of the flower is beautiful: "the beauty is on the hairpin." Only suspected of burning Cui "redrawing. How not to teach people to linger?
Some winds, pounding, spread vague footprints, carrying its umbrella, is this a long trip? Still ingrained? White clouds are light, they are figures and followers. Staying is a luxury. It is hard to love and be loved. Why not let go? Maybe another kind of happiness suddenly comes. Selfishness and greatness are sometimes helpless and insincere. How can you not understand? What about not blessing?
Walking a long way and crossing a bridge, I can't help but cast a shadow. The morning dew is full of "Xiao He has a pointed corner", and the jade beads slip by, which can't reduce each other's interest at all. I rocked my boat, causing ripples. It was an unforgettable joy, a bamboo pole, a hat, a long hair shawl, and a slope behind it was crimson green. The elegance of single-person fishing can be described at once, which can not be recorded by the camera. People are like this, there are always people who can understand and understand. In the flowers and plants, under the leaves of the lotus pond, in the depths of the forest, birds and insects and frogs, ups and downs, I think it should be interactive. Singing, right? What about applause? Can you say that this is not a bosom friend? Not fate? Not the smile on your lips? Of course, it may also be an infection of the sun. Beautiful, so simple and pure. What is the reason to care?
There was too much persistence in the past, too much was not what I wanted, and what I wanted was not what I got. After that, I will know that since some things, some people, some scenery, and some seasons have long passed and faded out of people's sight, there is no need to read them again. Some things, even if they reappear next year and meet again when they come, are not as pure as then. The essence of this time, why don't you hold on to your future with your heart's vision, and go on without looking back, hoping to become an angel chanting this beautiful season as soon as possible? Wave, goodbye, it's Zeng Jin!
I thought too much and no one told me. But I know that it is like this.
I have said it many times, but I am still writing it.
I've been a little upset recently.
I don't know. Is it because of the exam? /or my determination has been shattered.
Today, I suddenly picked up the photo of military training and giggled there for a long time.
He's right in the middle. I can't help it without looking.
It's over. What should I do?
I know whether I do this or not may have no effect on him at all. . But I still can't help thinking.
Fantasy. I think I hate myself and despise myself.
However, I can't get anything, and I am a silly waste of time.
I know that when I am like this, he still goes his own way and lives the same. I can't do it.
Waste! Waste!
It turns out that unrequited love means that one person is tortured by two people and wastes his heart.
I don't want this. I really don't want this.
I still think of him as soon as I hear Cantonese songs. Very uncomfortable. I'm really pathetic.
cannot extricate oneself
Help me.
As the days go by, the days of separation from children are getting closer and closer. My mood is very complicated. On the one hand, I want to go back to my home and sleep comfortably in my soft bed. On the other hand, I can't bear to be separated from my children.
Recalling the day when Xu left, several children silently squatted in the corner and began to cry. Especially Fang Cheng's children, when he heard them say that the children were squatting in the corner crying, he felt distressed at the sight. I can't imagine what will happen to the children on the last day. What will happen to us? So cherish every second now. Now the children are all asking us for signatures and contact information with pens and paper. Actually, I don't want to give it to my children either. Why? Because I'm afraid I won't contact even if I give it; Even if we get in touch, but we won't meet again, it's better to say goodbye to the feeling of not meeting. Good-bye.
These days, I found that my favorite child is Fang Cheng. Although he is very young, he is very sensible. Every time I have a class, he will take the initiative to answer questions. When I gave him a gift, he was shy, which made me feel that Fang Cheng was a delicate child.
Recently, my classmates all said that I feel much older these days. After hearing these words, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I'm really old, a lot. Is this still me? When can a broken heart stop hurting, expecting and missing you?
I promised myself that I would never miss you again, but I was always so useless that I would always think of you inadvertently. Now I am most afraid of having nothing to do, and I always want to find something to anesthetize myself. But when I do things, I always walk around and think of you. I used to take a nap, but now I haven't slept. I don't want to sleep, but I'm afraid of sleeping. As long as you close your eyes, what happened before will always come to mind for the first time, followed by heartache. I always want to make myself tired, maybe I will miss you less, and I will fall asleep as soon as I go to bed at night, but why can't fatigue wash away my thoughts and memories of the past? I don't know how many times I lost sleep. When love becomes a habit, how hard it is to forget about you!
A song, a sentence about you, what we have done before is why some places we have walked always remind me of your thoughts, and my heart hurts. I am always in a daze for no reason, sad for no reason, thinking of you for no reason always feels something is missing, and thinking of the places we have walked together always feels that you are so close and so far away.
A person's sky is blue, blue is a bit melancholy, and when he is alone, he is free and lonely. When he is alone, he is relaxed and bored. When he misses you, he is happy and happy.
I don't know when I got into the habit of writing Maybe this is the difference between me with a story and me without a story. It's just that my story really didn't expect such an ending. I really hope this is not true. It is only a small turning point in the story, because a beautiful story will have more tests for the protagonist, so this story is more exciting. Why did it end like this? I really hope our story can continue to be written! It doesn't matter whether I am too serious or you are too cruel. I think as long as there is love and feelings, we must keep going.
Spring is a beautiful season and also a season of love. Bees and butterflies are in love, but I lost my favorite girl in spring. I really feel a little ridiculous and helpless!
A moment determines a lifetime! Life is only a moment, just for the moment I met you! I've spent half my life waiting for you to come back. Maybe I hope you can come back when you are a little tired of living alone. I will wait for you in the same place!
I hope I can dream every day recently, and then I hope I have you in my dream. But waking up from a dream will add more sadness.
Now I'm confused and I don't know why. I always feel helpless. I suddenly wake up at night and suddenly feel that my life is coming to an end. I suddenly feel that you are getting farther and farther away from me, which is terrible and sudden.
In fact, I am not strong or invincible. How many nights, you have fallen asleep, but I am sad alone, and finally fell asleep with red eyes. The next day, I began to laugh mercilessly again.
I still can't let you go, writing something puzzling like an idiot. I wish I could end all my sadness. When I finished writing, I thought it was time to let you go. I am really tired. I want to see it getting lighter and lighter.
On windy days, my hair was blown away. I love you to gently lift up the memories scattered in the corner of my eyes.
Gloomy days, full of worries, I love you and hold me in my arms, gentle words, dispel my lost thoughts.
On rainy days, a small umbrella. I love you, how comfortable you and I are in the rain, like this world and past lives.
Happy days depend on the colorful embrace of the earth. I love how many sweet words and feelings you confide in your ear.
The beauty of the past has been in blowing in the wind, and the past has become a memory. When you turn away, I am a withered petal.
Fragments buried in the soil, with the softest heart in this life, send a lifetime of expectation. ...
The smoke is still burning, but the taste is weak. When I woke up, I still had traces of your visit in my mind. Close your eyes and recall the past. Tears blur your eyes. Miss your face; Nostalgia, this yesterday; After all, that was just the past. Time, inadvertently passed, some people, some things, a turn is a lifetime! From now on, I can only recall memories that I can't go back, and get used to habits that I'm not used to.
In the graveyard outside the village, there is a new grave. The residents inside are not people, but my heart. This spring, it went to sleep quietly and never woke up again.
In the past, looking at the flying Mingbi, I buried it, accompanied it through the last journey, poured a glass of turbid wine, drank it off, and then took the heartbroken road and wrote this sad essay under the candlelight.
When the candle goes out, people are at the window, watching the stars and the moon being abandoned. The only constant is deep loneliness, which is what I know.
When the heart is dead, people have changed. I'll go to the grave again, take one last look, have one last drink and get drunk in the world of mortals. Wandering in the cold crowd.
Two years ago, I worked as a life insurance agent in an insurance company, and I still have a customer that I can't forget.
That's a middle-aged couple. Men work in factories and women do manual work at home. Among them, the woman sawed off her left leg because of bone cancer, which made it very inconvenient to move, and her daily labor income was also very meager.
After getting to know them, I can see that the man loves his wife very much and takes care of her in every possible way. The home is warm and tidy. Women, on the other hand, seem a little eccentric and lose their temper with men from time to time. But the man is not angry at all, and always humors her with a simple and honest smile.
I think women are prone to accidents because of physical inconvenience, so I recommended an accident insurance of our company to her. The annual payment is not high, but in case of accidental death, you will get a considerable life insurance payment.
The woman was very unhappy after hearing the performance of insurance: I am dead. What do I need that money for? Then shake your head: no need.
Insurance agents are most afraid that customers will resent you, otherwise there will be no chance for a contract to be concluded. Seeing that the hostess was unhappy, I left their house in frustration.
Along the way, I reflected on my shortcomings of quick success and instant benefit, looking for the breakthrough point of their husband and wife interests, and preparing for the next door-to-door sales promotion.
The lecturer who taught us once said: Everyone is selfish. Being good at finding gaps and impressing customers with benefits is the most effective.
I think we should find that man and let him be an insured to buy insurance for his wife, so that he will eventually benefit. Why not?
But before I could get in touch, the man called me. He said: I am very interested in this kind of insurance, but the current economic conditions are limited and I can only buy it in two months. Could you show me the specific terms of this insurance first?
I immediately suggested to him: your wife is in poor health, so you can buy it for her, so that after her death, you will be the biggest beneficiary.
Indeed, when I say this, I really think of my customers. Insurance is not necessarily the best, but it must be the most suitable. According to the current health status of the husband and wife, the wife is likely to die before him. Moreover, he is very energetic, will have his own life, and money will make him live better.
I was talking excitedly when the man suddenly interrupted me. He said, don't be so selfish, okay? She left. What do I need that money for? I'm sure I can support her if she is here. It's no use asking for money if she is not here. Buy it for yourself if you want.
I opened my mouth wide and froze.
On Friday, I heard from my father that he went on a trip at the weekend, which was organized by his company. Dad asked me if I wanted to go, and I agreed without thinking. I have long wanted to go out.
On Saturday morning, I went out with my father. I met a colleague of my father's. He took my daughter my age. I think I have company, so I should have more fun.
We will arrive at our destination soon. This is a big hot spring area. We quickly changed our swimsuits. Then go to the first hot spring pool, the water temperature is a little hot. An uncle told us to soak in hot springs from cold to hot, which is good for our health. Two of our friends went to a small swimming pool area with a water depth of 1.2 meters. I stand inside just enough to show my head. My father took me to learn swimming. He told me that if you want to learn to swim, you should learn to breathe first. How do I want to learn this? Dad then told me to take a deep breath first and then put his head in the water. After a few minutes, raise your head and breathe through your mouth, then suck the water out of your nose. I tried several times, and if it is true, I can swim one or two meters without a swimming ring. Many uncles praise me for being smart! I think my dad taught me the wrong way. We two children had a water fight.
Next, we took a cable car, climbed mountains and took many interesting photos.
This is really a pleasant trip. I hope I can have another chance to play like this next time.
A thunder brought a heavy rain. But the heavy rain didn't dampen the enthusiasm of these children at all. It's raining hard, and our children are still rehearsing in an orderly way. Sweat soaked their clothes and their faces, but they had to grit their teeth and rehearse nervously. Their sweat, like a downpour, flowed quickly. Yes, this is an intense rehearsal two days before the theatrical performance. For this group of children, time is tight, action is difficult and hard; For teachers, how to teach, how to remember and how to present are relatively easy. These troubles bother teachers and students, and gradually, they seem to form a tacit understanding: I want to be serious and diligent.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller. In order to reward the students' efforts yesterday and present prizes, the activity group gave each student a bottle of drink during the second recess today. Although the meaning is small, the intention is great. The money that the activity group can be responsible for is really limited. In order to let students know that we can also be considerate of students and meet some of your needs as much as possible. I'll take a quick look at it instead of going through the motions. I just hope to give us a little more understanding and tolerance.
The weather clears up and the rainbow rises. The lively children lined up neatly under the guidance of the teacher. Eyes and posture are very serious. It's really great. It's really great. Against the blue sky, these children are integrated with the sky. God helps those who help themselves. I believe that these children will eventually achieve the desired results. This kind of artistic performance ending with painting will eventually be engraved in your mind and mine. Years later, when we recall this time carried by laughter, we will sigh lightly: time is quiet and beautiful, and lovers depend on each other. Maybe these children are immature, but one of them wants to be an eagle after all. I hope that maybe when they are mature, they can forgive us more, be more grateful and be less sad in retrospect. This feast is so much. Sincerely: Nice to meet you.
Mood diary article 10 Yesterday we had a thunderstorm, the distance was 10 minutes. From bottom to bottom, from small to large, my clothes and hair were wet. Alas, it was a tiring shower. When I arrived at the dormitory, I looked at the weather outside, but it didn't stop. After another 30 minutes, I saw lightning and thunder outside, and the wind with the window open blew into the house and blew on my skin, feeling cold and swishing! I was scared. My only classmate also resigned and left, and I did it. Hey, when do I leave this company? I don't know! The classmates who came with me left one after another! Alas, everything must come to an end!
I had a nightmare yesterday. When I woke up, I was sweating all over. I sat up and wondered what my nightmare was, but I couldn't remember. I seem to be struggling. I looked out the window, the green land outside, and it was raining outside. I went back to bed and lay down, but I couldn't sleep. I took out my mobile phone, put on my headphones and turned the sound to the maximum. I don't want to hear the rain outside. When I listened to this song, I recalled my dream, but I still couldn't remember it. What am I fighting for? I don't know ~ ~ ~ Hey, I didn't sleep well last night and woke up early in the morning!
I'm very sleepy at work today. Thanks to a pig to chat with me, I'll end the day soon! I think we can talk very well. Five years older than me. I don't think there is a generation gap. I wonder whether he is too young or I am too old. There is always a topic! I told him everything, and whatever I had, I didn't say anything!
Many people say I am lazy, but I am really lazy. When I first went to work, I didn't even like washing clothes, not because I couldn't wash them, but because I was too lazy to wash them. Always save up and wash together. Usually, when I have no clothes to wear, I have to wash them. Now they are all changed, and they are washed once a day or two. I remember when I was in middle school, I never tidied up the bookcase. It's a mess. I don't want a girl bookcase at all. My sister always packs for me, and gradually I get used to it. Three years later, my sister and I didn't get into a good school and chose a secondary school. So no one packed my bookcase, so I learned to do it myself, because I was used to looking at neat and clean bookcases, and I learned it little by little. My previous keys were all one by one, and I couldn't find them without a key chain. Then I connected them with a key chain! Every morning when I go to work, I will check if everything in my bag is there, because I forgot it before! Sometimes when I get to the office, I find that I don't have my mobile phone! I always forget, alas, I still do. I always do something wrong. Thank my good colleagues for always helping me. Last time, I got the salary and formula of the whole workshop wrong. Song Faxian, the general manager, helped me do it again. She is the one who thanks me the most. Every time I make a mistake, he helps me. Well, the pig said I couldn't get married, so I had to do my best. I told you I can't be perfect, because many things are not perfect at all. I didn't notice it before. If the pig didn't say I don't write punctuation, I guess I haven't realized it yet, but I know I will try my best to do it! Work hard!
Well, there are many people like me in this world. I don't think so much. If there are too many, what about those lazy people? Who cares? But I think I have changed a lot now, and my life is at least regular! Not like before!
If I were a good man, I wouldn't have to do this. I can do whatever I want and I don't have to be bound by my family. I can go wherever I want! If there is a next life, I will definitely not be a woman. I want to be a pig, sleep after eating, eat after sleeping, and then eat it all at once.