Fang Fei
At dusk in summer, we took our daughter to see the lotus beside the Weihe River. These two days after the holiday, she was very happy, and she was not reluctant to go out for a walk with her parents as usual. Along the way, the road is open, blue Malan flowers and green leaves flourish like swords, and purple Gesang flowers bloom enthusiastically along the road. In the evening sky, the clouds surge, and the sunset struggles to peel off the clouds with all its strength, and the clouds in the west are more and more obvious. The daughter blurted out "Golden light shines on the sun". I also think this scene is wonderful. But I never understood the source of this sentence, which caused a burst of ridicule from my husband and children. The two of them recited the whole article. Pity myself for being too ignorant to learn, but I am speechless.
Chat with your lover and talk about reading ancient poems and classic literature with your daughter. We all say that the beauty of life lies in the fact that, in the face of rippling blue waves and surging herons, we can feel the artistic conception of "the sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the sea and sky are one color". Instead of being poor enough to use the word "beautiful" to describe this state. When I went to the lotus pond, I saw that the lotus was beautiful, and the hibiscus was black, noble and tall. I knew the beauty of "the lotus leaf skirt was cut in one color, and the hibiscus opened to both sides of my face", understood the charm of "the green lotus was cool and the red calyx was heavy" and realized the regret of "the beauty was gone, and I was disappointed when I left". Lovers or friends will also "remember the sunset in Xiting forever, return to the boat at night, swim in the depths of lotus flowers, fight for crossing and raise a pool of gulls" to understand the meaning of words, and there will be no resentment against playing the piano.
I asked him if anyone could talk to you in literature and understand you before we met. He said humorously that at that time we only talked about romance, not literature. Seriously, before I met you, none of the boys who chased me wrote better than me, let alone comment on a classic. Up to now, I haven't met a man who is more handsome, educated, comfortable and knows how to communicate with me. Therefore, we still maintain tireless love and consideration, because we all like comfortable ways to get along, not tired but practical. My adolescence is very pale. When I was in junior high school, boys and girls in our class didn't talk. In the era when girls collectively watched Qiong Yao and boys watched Jin Yong, we just silently liked a boy, maybe bad, maybe cool, maybe Shuai Shuai, and really never had an earth-shattering crush on TV. For a boy with a weak heart, he didn't know where he was until his eyes were fitted with GPS during recess, and he didn't know where his voice was when he wrote. He really doesn't have the courage to say a word to him, because maybe he has nothing to say, maybe he is not the same person as himself.
? After I came out to school, I met my first love, which was superficial, a self-righteous pride and conceit, and I had no idea about the person I liked after all. The first blind date, the conditions were not bad, and after seeing it several times, I hurried away. I really feel like I am casting pearls before swine. I want to sigh that my heart has nowhere to put it, just a little sentiment, a little talent and a little affection. Who should I tell? Do I have to live like this? I am not good at it. Do I want this life? I don't want it. I hope someone will understand my talent, my taste, my affection and my freedom of thought.
? When I met my lover, I really looked like a thirsty person. From the first time I met him, we talked about Gone with the Wind, and then A Dream of Red Mansions went to lev tolstoy. I was deeply impressed by the unprecedented freedom and joy. He is more knowledgeable and knowledgeable than me, and understands the content and mystery of my words. He began to tease me with those little words, which made me happy and full of happiness. We got married soon, because I didn't think I would fall in love. I'm afraid I can't cope with this little trick in love. I was afraid that such a difficult question would make us both uncomfortable and embarrassed, so we chose not to fall in love and not to get married. Perhaps there is no way out, so we chose to cut off our waywardness and give each other a brand-new self, because I think I am a brand-new self that blooms because of my love for him. I am diligent enough, considerate enough, thoughtful enough and excellent enough, because before I met him, I felt stupid, I couldn't help my parents cook when I was busy with farming, and my study was not particularly excellent. I think I have nothing to do except write some articles that I think I can write.
When I met him, I really felt that life was really beautiful. The sunshine in peacetime 10 is so warm and not dazzling, and the leaves are so green and full of vitality. He gave me oranges and I tore them one by one. For the first time, I found that the lines in orange petals are as full and juicy as grapefruit. He gave me the book, and I had enough patience to finish reading the boring content. He gave me the strength to break out of the cocoon like a silkworm, and was willing to work hard to be a woman who cooked for him and washed his clothes. He took me to his hometown and showed me a box full of books, such as Gone with the Wind, Amber, anna karenine, Napoleon's Marriage, Ordinary World, Jane Eyre, Water Margin, Ancient Literature Review, Biography of Caigen Tan, Complete Works of Think Tank and so on. I like it. I'm scared. I don't understand.
? I remember he left home for the first time after we got married, and then he rented a house. I opened the door after work and knew that he was not at home. I was prepared for this. But when I saw the pots and buckets filled with water, I couldn't help crying. He was afraid that I would go to the distant water pipe to pick up water for cooking ... We just got married and lived separately, and the happiness of lovesickness had to be accumulated together to make generate happy. When he came back, he cooked delicious food for me. I feel sorry for him washing the pot with cold ice water. My love, my rough heart suddenly softened. I'm really sorry that we met too late. Aren't we seeds of love? I was afraid of quarreling since I was a child, and I was afraid to the extreme. So, let's meet at the beginning, be honest with each other and not lie. Second, don't quarrel, have something to say, and don't turn over old scores. For so many years, we have never touched each other's bottom line, so we will not thin the accumulated feelings. We always like to fall in love, even if we walk slowly, we will wait for each other, and the scenery of the journey will be shared with each other because of our participation. I don't want to travel alone, maybe I'm not independent enough. Without his participation, I have no time to take care of the beautiful scenery in front of me, and I can't appreciate the wonderful and fun of every place with my heart.
? I have been used to working independently in recent years, and I don't expect him to take care of me in my life. I think I can cope with all kinds of difficult things. He is gentle, but stubborn. I am always afraid that he will go too far and can't bear to worry about me. This year, something happened and I suddenly understood a lot. The pressure on the shoulders is instantly relaxed.
? This year, I took over a building materials store. I've never been in business. When I first went into the sea, I was choked with water. The store we took over is already controversial. I took over this hot potato blindly and passionately, and the sales volume was good. However, because of the dispute, the rent went up wildly. I gasped, and when I started my business, I was given a duel. Opponents are two old women, two women who are as overbearing as hob meat in society. I didn't want to argue with others since I was a child. I want to start a war. I think of my perseverance and tenacity in the real estate sales battlefield for so many years. In my opinion, I have never been afraid of all kinds of difficulties in the future. I know I'm facing a territorial war. I firmly believe that I can win this war even if I wear high heels. On the afternoon near New Year's Day, they came to force me. They are in front of my shop, but they are afraid to walk into my shop. I was in the store, and the two sides confronted each other. My heart is as calm as iron and I have to pay for it myself. It's dark, and I've been doing accounts in the shop. They are restless outside and keep calling for help. I'm just an idea. I'm not afraid that there will be many people here today. However, at the critical moment, he came. I was shocked: go home quickly. I can handle it myself. You don't have to come. He was very angry. You haven't come back so late. Worrying. I'll take care of some big things. I seem to see me and the enemy in the war. He is the scene where I rushed out in desperation, and I had to turn off the fire for his safety. I am very entangled. He is not good at sales negotiation and dealing with people, so he insists on taking the lead. The two women reached an agreement with him with praise and sweet words, and revised the contract again. I cried when I brought it to me. I insisted on not crying for so many days because I thought I could. I cried loudly because my man gave me this decision. I can't refute it. I can't refute it. I know, when it rains cats and dogs, he is the umbrella above my head.
? Life is sailing against the current, and we will still encounter such a thing, which is full of danger. I told him I would do it myself. He is my armor and my weakness. We grew up in our respective fields and blossomed separately. I'm willing not to interfere with each other. I know that when I need him, he is still the one who can support me.
Up to now, I am glad that I still have a like-minded lover. Walking at night knows the direction to go, and each of us can wipe our tears alone without regrets and heal our wounds, so that we can be invincible.
Such as parents, girlfriends, partners, lovers, they warm the fragility of your childhood, but you have to lower your head and think alone, so that you can understand that everyone's life is a process of walking alone. No one is with you, and no one has tasted the ups and downs of life for you. Only after you have tasted it, should you give up, cherish, repair, re-equip, enjoy the beauty and bloom freely. I won't toss and turn, I won't stay awake at night, I won't be afraid of the future. When children are still on the road, they should get up, don't be tired, don't complain, live the life they want, remember to be attached to everything, fear life and smile at themselves.