Emotional choice 1:

The beauty of accidental meeting

The sun is shining and the sky is clear. Accustomed to the usual busyness, I can take a day off occasionally, but I feel at a loss. So I came out from home and went outside to see the scenery. Unconsciously, I came to Longhu Park. The clear lake is as level as silk and as bright as a mirror. Through the quiet lake, I seem to feel that it quietly breeds turbulent thoughts. At this time, there was a breeze blowing, and ripples in the lake came and went. Xiangyun hangs high, and the glow is everywhere. The nearby trees are lush and fascinating, and their eyes are full of auspicious brilliance, which makes me daydream sometimes, and sometimes my thoughts are quiet and my heart is quiet. I walked along the cobblestone path to the lake. The tourists leaned against the railing and looked at the lake. The lake is sparkling in the sun. Occasionally, small fish jump out of the water and greet tourists playfully. Several ships came slowly from a distance. The people on board were singing and laughing, enjoying the beautiful scenery of nature. I think it's good to put these in my lens. I want to be in the camera, too. Suddenly, a strange voice came from behind: "What can I do for you?" Then I saw three men parked in front of me. I looked up and saw the speaker. He has a crew cut and a white shirt. His purple face is full of sincerity and concern, giving people a simple feeling. So I handed him the camera, told him how to take pictures, pressed that button, and he took several scenes for me. I laughed under the stage, and the lotus bloomed brilliantly behind me. I'm wearing a green dress, which blends in with the green of the lotus leaf. He said that the skirt you are wearing is really beautiful, which reminds people of the poem "Infinite Lotus Leaves". I was grateful for returning the camera to me.

He said, "Thank you very much today. If it weren't for you, I couldn't take photos myself, so the beautiful scenery would pass me by. " It turns out that there are still many good people in this world! "He said with a smile," You're welcome! " Then he left with two companions, and his strong back suddenly turned green. I forgot to ask his name, only engraved his sunny smile in my heart. I can't help feeling a lot. We met on the road, but he was able to lend me a helping hand because he had a rare love. This love can explain the beauty of life and shake my heart. In the impetuous world, I thought that material and money have alienated many people and are almost numb. Sincere love seems to have been lost on the other side of the years. Unexpectedly, however, I ran out to see the scenery on this day, but I accidentally met the most beautiful thing in my life. This is really a beautiful lake!

This is a real unexpected encounter, because it is unexpected, so it is particularly beautiful. Recently, I have been busy sorting out bookshelves, arranging tables and chairs, and selecting some books that have been removed from the shelves for grass-roots libraries in nearby counties. I don't have time to communicate with readers, let alone experience their meditation. Once a day, occasionally calm down and watch. "I am eager for you to work here." I looked up at the parents of a reader and accosted me. I said yes, it's good. The mirror is so quiet that I can communicate with smart people. Then we are like two brothers and sisters who haven't seen each other for years. I chatted with her about the development trend of our library now and in the future. She also talked to me about the changes of children after reading. This composition is much more fluent and the speech is rich in content. Moreover, she also attended the school speech attentively and won favorable comments. We are also honored to see the children's achievements and have a sense of accomplishment. There are many parents among readers, and we also allow parents to borrow and return them, so that parents can read more children's books, understand and guide them. Books can also make them behave nobly and have self-esteem and play an important role in maintaining social stability. In addition, it can make him a better person, full of pleasure, detached from his position, and purify and sublimate his soul. Why not? Old readers will take their relatives and friends there to find a golden memory and tell their children stories about the past, which is simple and lasting. It's just that while we mainly lend it to children, we also let parents enjoy the right to study, which seems to be a small "out" of the children's museum among the social protagonists.

However, the resulting cultural energy and value and the resulting sense of pleasure have made many people's lives different. Because culture is a kind of sharing, it is the most peculiar wealth in the world. The more you share, the more you have. This is also the feeling that I met her unexpectedly. In an increasingly secular world, I can talk freely with a stranger in a mountain of books and a treasure house of human knowledge. I can't help sighing what a strange day it is. It's almost time to get off work. She got up and went home. We didn't leave each other's names. "If life is just like the first sight, where is the autumn wind painting fan?" I think some things don't need to be continued, and continuation will only destroy the original aesthetic feeling. We are all in a clear head, knowing that our meeting and knowing each other belong to this particular occasion, this particular moment and this particular situation. All along, I have deliberately installed someone in my heart, deliberately managed a certain relationship, as the driving force and support of life, thinking that without him, life would have no color and no interests, and it would be difficult to continue, so I was often hurt by my feelings and fell into a downturn. I finally know that, in fact, occasionally meeting unexpectedly can make life wonderful and beautiful, and make life full of color and expectation.

Tonight, my wife and son went to Xinjiang alone. I think the video is really good, the scene selection is beautiful, the diary made by Mr. Wang is also very successful, and the dances of several teachers fascinate me. The teachers' smiles are lively and vivid. The teacher asked us to do the movements well every time we learn a new dance, break down the movements of a new dance so that we can learn it easily, tell us the title of this song, let us be familiar with its melody and integrate our feelings into the dance. The captain also asked to be neatly dressed, with a dancer's costume with a black rose and red border and a floral skirt under it, and I always wore a pair of casual sandals, which attracted picky female teammates to whisper to each other, but they also assured me that you never paid much attention to learning new dances on weekdays, but you always followed the rhythm when performing, and your writing style was always so good that you brought the story of our group dance to life. What a talented woman! We can't type, and the internet speed is very slow. You always tell us how to use the phone to get some common sense, how to reprint the diary, how to receive the photos you took for us, and how to develop some photos of teammates without computers. You influenced us with your hobbies, your pursuit spirit and your fun. Because of you, our life has many colorful colors and beautiful melodies, which is really a rare beauty in the journey of life. Obviously flattered, but I still can't help but feel glad-in fact, it is because of their support and encouragement that I have been insisting on reading, writing and the square dance I love in my heart for so many years.

There are too many unexpected encounters in one's life. Maybe what you want won't come, but when you were unprepared, she came unexpectedly. Life is such an unexpected encounter that makes you surprised, anxious and at a loss. Buddha said that looking back 500 times in the past life can bring us an unexpected encounter in this life, and in our short life journey, we meet again and again unexpectedly, just like a sweet spring, which makes our life beautiful and vivid. Beautiful women I met unexpectedly along the way, helpful men, ordinary readers, enthusiastic teammates, as well as the breeze by the lake, clouds hanging high, blooming flowers and green trees left fragrance in my life.

Emotional choice 2:

Accidental encounter

An unexpected goodwill, a passing touch, a casual encounter, an inexplicable heartbeat, and an involuntary look back. There will always be such a coincidence in life, and two parallel lines will intersect one day. Let me understand it as fate! To borrow a classic line, "Looking back 500 times in the past, I just passed by this life." However, I passed him countless times. Does it mean that we have looked back thousands of years ago countless times? I dare not expect too much, as long as I can feel that tenderness, I will be satisfied. Anyone can say that I have no ambition, and I can also say that I have no ambition, but please don't insult my persistence in this relationship. (motto of life, signature of personality)

The greatest pain in life is to know how to cherish it after losing it; There is nothing like missing it to let you know how to win and keep it; Nothing more than life and death; There is no better way to repent and save than to hurt others; There is nothing better than saying no when you clearly want to say yes. Too much pain, too much responsibility, makes us numb, mechanical. Let that little bit of simplicity be strangled by reality in the cradle. The reality is very helpless and painful, but I never want to surrender to it. There will always be so many regrets in a person's life, but don't let regrets get in the way. I don't want to have too many regrets. I know someone will ridicule me for being too naive. But I really don't want to deceive myself, and I can't let myself live in deception.

Meeting the right person at the right time is a lucky thing in life. Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time seems to have no effect on us. Let everything drift with the wind! But the saddest thing is to meet the wrong person at the right time and meet the right person at the wrong time! Maybe for me, he is the wrong person I met at the right moment! If time can go back to a year ago, if I am not so indecisive, if I don't cheat my heart, if … no matter how much I just want to give myself more comfort, I can't change the established facts. Why should I torture myself to have such a beautiful dream? Such a beautiful dream only belongs to the fairy tale world, such a beautiful dream only belongs to the beautiful princess, and I am just an ordinary girl. Maybe god has forgotten me in the corner, maybe god will only care for those lovely elves, I am just an unremarkable green leaf, born with bright red flowers as a foil.

That afternoon, the drizzle was silky, the breeze brushed my cheeks, and a burst of fragrance came to my nose. This is a season of affection, a season of melancholy. I have always been sentimental and taciturn, but I have also moved my heart this season. Maybe I was born a sad species. I carried my bag and walked towards the dormitory alone. Maybe rain is the source of my melancholy, and I feel inexplicably sad every rainy day. I love watching fallen leaves float with the wind; Love a person to appreciate the moonlight; Like the expression of people coming and going; Love walks quietly on that cold road; I love to listen to sad songs, and then I shed a few tears inexplicably. However, inadvertently, I found that I was not the only one with a sad face. I saw a boy with his head down, his eyes so depressed, his bag on his right shoulder, walking forward with melancholy steps, as if everything that happened in this world had nothing to do with him. Suddenly I feel that my bosom friend has a thousand glasses of wine. What I can't understand is that my heart was beating violently when I passed him. I don't know how to explain this feeling. It seems that I have never felt this way about any boy. I can't convince myself that I have feelings for him. I'd rather believe it was just a simple brush-by. Maybe his melancholy infected me!

As the days go by, my life is still simple, with classes, reading and sleeping. It seems that I am used to such a simple life. I hate complicated crowds, all wearing false masks, and I can never stand the sunshine. That kind of feeling makes me depressed, and I have a desire to stay away from the world. However, I passed by again and again; Look back again and again; Time and time again, I became attached to it, as if my life had changed since then. I thought meeting for the first time was just an accident, because there are always many people in life. Some people are destined to be your lifelong partners, and some people are destined to be your brothers and sisters, but we can't use words like affection, friendship and affection to describe them. Countless passes, countless unexpected encounters, how can I explain that this is just a coincidence? If this is a coincidence, it is too frequent! If I can, I want to understand it as a kind of fate, but maybe we are doomed after all!

I have met countless times since I first met unexpectedly. It seems that I am used to looking for that familiar shadow in the crowd. Used to look down for those red shoes; Accustomed to staying on his face for a few seconds when passing by him; Accustomed to watching his plain expression aboveboard, all this happened so naturally. Because of him, I suddenly feel that I can be in such a good mood on rainy days. I thought life would go on like this, but I couldn't calm my beating heart.

So I told my brothers and sisters the secret that I had buried in my heart for a year. I thought they would oppose me and blame me, because it is immoral to destroy others. But they didn't. They say how many people will you meet in your life? If you don't work hard, you must let go, and you will regret it later. If you try hard, but you fail, at least you don't regret it. They helped me find it at school. Actually, at first, I just looked for it myself. I'm afraid they will say, but they are all helping me. When the friends in the cabin exclaimed and found it, oh, my God! I can't believe what I heard is true, as if I can feel that God has not forgotten me, and he took care of me when I was most desperate! Because of him, I fell in love with going to school to modify my mood; Love to send your own campus and QQ at night, so that you can know his dynamics as soon as possible.

It seems that everything happens naturally, just like a miracle. At that moment, I seemed more determined. I didn't see the wrong person. There are too many similarities between us. At that time, he asked me to meet. In fact, I really wanted to say yes at that time, but I was afraid it was just a dream. I'm afraid I'll ruin other people's happiness because of me. I am ambivalent in my heart. I don't want to be the object of discussion, but I can't fool myself. I really want to see him. I didn't directly refuse or agree that day. I just expect him to give me some time to think, so that I have enough time to find enough reasons to free myself. Finally, we meet. The first sentence, he said, is really familiar to meet you, as if we had met you before. At that time, we were really happy. So we stayed outside for a long time and talked a lot. Although I was nervous, what I didn't expect was that I was speechless, as if we were brothers and sisters for many years instead of two people who met for the first time. We talked a lot and had a good time. How I wish that moment would stop at that moment, and finally we broke up!

Since that meeting, I feel that I have changed, I will not be as depressed as before, and I will chat with my old friend from time to time, as if the name has been engraved in my heart. But I still feel unhappy with myself, although I know that if I meet him on the road, he will look at me, not just me. But I found that I no longer look at myself so openly, so I can only look at myself secretly. Is this the price after meeting? I want to know why. We can meet more and more frequently at the moment, sometimes two or three times a day, which makes me feel that this is a kind of fate. Every time I see him, I can't help sending him a message. Maybe I'm too active. My brothers and sisters all say that this is not good and will make others misunderstand, but I don't want to. I always feel compelled. He suddenly asked me that day, are you sure you have no regrets? In fact, I really want to say, how can I have no regrets? Deal with the person I love, but I can't let this relationship see the light and stay with him forever. However, I don't want to bring him pressure, and I don't want them to quarrel because of me, so I told him against my will that I have no regrets, at least you know my heart. Brothers and sisters say that if you love someone, you should think more about him, even if you can't wait silently together, it is also a kind of enjoyment! Is it true?/You don't say. /You don't say. I'm really scared. If I can't do it, I can't help sending him a message. When I knew he was ambivalent and sad about it. At that time, I was actually sadder than anyone, but who can I tell? only

Silently bear, feelings are selfish, but I want to think so much, I wonder if anyone has been thinking about me? How I wish I were a selfish person, so I don't have to let go of the person I love, and I don't have to consider the principles of morality and being a man! In fact, I always have a question in my heart that I want to ask him. I don't want to miss this opportunity again. I wonder what I look like in his mind. Did he ever think about understanding me when he hesitated and didn't know what to do? Is it just to save their feelings and not to tilt the balance of love to me at all? I really want to know. He said, girl, you are a good girl, but he is not blessed. Tears blurred my eyes when I saw the news. I am a good girl, aren't I? Should a good girl let go of the person she loves? Should a good girl think more about others and ignore her own feelings? Do good girls have to consider so many moral issues? Should a good girl wish you happiness? A person's night is only accompanied by insomnia at night, and more is tears. I shouldn't let myself get too deep, and I shouldn't have so many beautiful dreams. It may have been a dream from beginning to end, but I have always dreamed that this dream can last forever, but I didn't expect it to end so soon. ...

All the flowers have withered, all the tears have dried up, and all the dreams will end. Will all this happen in blowing in the wind? I hope he can still treat me as a brother and sister, and occasionally think of a girl like me in his spare time! I can't say anything except bless me! Thank you for making me have a perfect memory! I want to give him my favorite poem! (beautiful sentence)

Flowering tree

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.

Buddha made me a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

Under?the?sun

Watch out for flowers (dreaming that snakes bite themselves)

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves

This is the passion I am waiting for.

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

brothers and sisters

Not falling petals

But my withered heart.

Emotional choice 3:

I didn't expect to break up after meeting.

17 years old, an art student changed classes.

On the day of school, the teacher brought him to report for duty. He reluctantly lowered his eyes and stood on the platform. He said to himself with precious words: My name is banker Mu. Seeing the beautiful and proud arc of the artist's long eyelashes, my heart is like an open soda, churning tiny and enthusiastic bubbles. Why do boys have those doll-like eyelashes? It doesn't make sense.

Art students are tall and big. They like to wear loose white shirts and sit quietly in the corner of the last row of the classroom. He doesn't have to take math class because he is exempt from the college entrance examination. In fact, he seldom comes to all subjects, which basically belongs to grazing study. Every time he wears some disdainful long eyelashes and strides past my desk with long legs, he will make a clatter all the way. 1, 2, 3, 4, I often count like this. When I counted to 6, the click stopped, and then there was a loud noise from the tables and chairs-the art student came to the seat.

In the class with art students present, my back is extremely tense and sensitive. I couldn't help but turn my head and take a quick look, but I still couldn't successfully detect his dynamics. This road is really long and far, and there are many obstacles.

Once, I handed out papers for an English teacher in class, and when I saw his papers, his scores were in a mess, and the word banker was very handsome and elegant. He's not at his desk. I'm fooling around there. There is a red tin pencil box on the desk with a transformer printed on it, which makes a familiar clatter when accidentally picked up. I can't help but open it: a whole box of sharpened drawing pencils! I was inexplicably excited, as if I knew a huge secret that no one knew.

Yes, I like art students, and I don't want to hide it at all, even if it is 17 years old.

I bought half a dozen imported drawing pencils in an art shop and put them in the side pocket of my schoolbag. Every day I fantasize about meeting an art student unexpectedly somewhere and then taking out my pencil for him. I said happily and elegantly, "I'm Li Xi, the banker. "Can you come to class every day?"

I fantasized about this plan too many times, and before I could implement it, the art students suddenly disappeared. No one knows what he did. I was so disappointed that I even wondered if he thought I loved him, so he deliberately avoided me. On duty, I went to clean his desk and chair. The stool is an old thing dragged out of the school warehouse, and the slight movement is earth-shattering. I quietly changed his stool and bought a small bucket of blue acrylic paint to help him brush his old mottled desk. I never thought of being so kind to a person, but I was kind to him and even forgot to care about the response.

When the dealer appeared again, the zipper of my schoolbag had rubbed off 1 shallow paint line from the orange barrel of the pencil.

During the messy class break, I handed the drawn pencil to the dealer. I am afraid that he will disappear unpredictably again. Half a dozen pencils became a compromise gift, and with that warm and slightly sour girl's heart, I gave them away hastily and ceremoniously. I rehearsed the dialogue thousands of times, but I couldn't say a word. My hand holding a pencil hangs quietly in the air, my heart is full of inexplicable sadness, and my eyes are very dramatic.

This should be a great confession, right?

The dealer took the pencil and was as quiet as usual.

The next day in class, I found that my stool was changed back, and there was a Sunkist orange with a simple smile on it.

The dealer comes to class, and we walk together after school. We choose 1 long road, which is very slow. Sometimes I talk a lot, as if just to fill the free time when the dealer doesn't talk. Sometimes I am very silent and ashamed to reflect on my chatter the day before.

The banker said, "Li Xien, you are very lively. "

"Yes, I love life! But the banker is very nice. Why do you always hang your eyes and be listless? "

The boy in white replied lightly, "I'm not interested in this world." There is nothing worthy of my concern. "

I was secretly sad for this sentence for a while, and I wish I hadn't taken medicine. What a muddled day. I love the harmony of bankers, which is unreasonable, disorganized and hopeless. Do bankers love me? I don't know. Those faint evenings with Phnom Penh, we just walked aimlessly together, kicking stones all the way.

After the college entrance examination, I was admitted to a normal university in the north. The dealer passed the art major course, but he had to stay in school because of the poor cultural course.

I bought a drawing pencil with novel design from the city where I went to school and waited for the dealer at the school gate. His doll-like eyelashes rose happily, and he was very tall, smiling slightly in the sunset. The banker took the pencil and took my hand. His hands are wide and cold, and his fingers are clean. The boy who passed by me whistled strangely, and I walked a little erratic, and countless sweet and pleasant bubbles rose in my heart.

But it didn't take long for the bankers who resumed classes to be in a bad mood again and again and began to say something extreme and frustrating on the phone. Homework can't be made up, there is no future, no tomorrow, whether it is him or us.

I try to be considerate of him, but I will still be secretly scratched by these words. After a long time, no matter how strong the healing potential is, it will be exhausted by the newly superimposed small wounds. When I hung up again, I admitted that I was a little tired, but I didn't despair.

I want to see the banker.

In order to save money, I made two copies of * * *, and I also began to sort out the notes of various subjects in high school for the banker. For the first time, I tried my best.

But the banker suddenly disappeared again. The empty beep on the other end of the phone makes the connection between us look so fragile, and too much writing makes my middle finger feel like a cocoon. I looked at the strange pencils I collected on the desk, and saw my wishful thinking from beginning to end for the first time, and understood for the first time that I had to give my feelings regardless of the response.

Finally found him, but he has a bad temper. Fighting with someone at school, he was suspended for three weeks, and his father locked him in his room and was not allowed to answer the phone. He is in a very bad mood. He said all this with confidence, as if it were all his own fault. I finally shouted at the other end of the phone: "banker, why are you calling?" Didn't you promise to study hard? Have you ever cared about me? We really have no tomorrow. We have nothing! "

Yes, I just love a boy. I didn't know that my love could be great and selfless enough to melt everything. There are so many unexpected thorns behind love that break my heart and frustrate me.

People in this world will always be pushed to that moment when they encounter any difficulties, and I also learn and understand. Invincible in an instant, love and hate, past lives, what kind of unforgettable is just a touch of light dust when looking back in front of the moment. Not to mention my first little feeling.

When I graduated, I grew a centimeter taller and found a good job.

A male colleague in the department moved for dinner, and the wall was covered with photos of him at various stages. At such an irrelevant moment, I suddenly saw the banker. 1997, the banker stood among the teenagers who graduated from junior high school, smiling brightly. My heart is pounding, but I still casually ask, "Where is this man at the moment?" There used to be girls in the dormitory who knew him well. "

Colleagues are drunk: "the banker is harmonious! Our family used to be neighbors. He has bad luck. He is a lively boy, but his parents divorced and he became a different person. When I was a sophomore, I turned away. I heard that I made a female brother and sister there and didn't want to tell it as a secret. Later, because of a girl fight, the girl dumped him. He took the college entrance examination three times, and then went to a college. This person has always been very sensitive and proud, and feels that he can't get into a good school and is not worthy of that girl. At this moment, the family moved and there was no news at all. "

"Fight for that girl?"

"Yes, some people say that his female brothers and sisters take the initiative to chase him, and it is definitely not a good girl to take the initiative to deliver the door. He rushed up and beat someone up and refused to review. I advised him at that time, and he said that there are not many people he cares about in this world, and no one can hurt the people he cares about ... "

I rushed out to take a taxi and rolled down in tears.

where am I going? Mr. Mu, where can I get you back? 17 age, really don't know anything about feelings. I am crazy and nervous about my "selfless and fearless" attitude, but I have never really understood you. What do you think, what have you experienced, and what kind of heart do you care about me?

In those years, in the twilight, we kicked stones aimlessly all the way, without learning and understanding what to express properly, looking back on the past and how to deal with the future. Let's smile at each other and hold hands and think that we have completed all eternity.