In these so-called hardships, my brother is very much like me when I was a child, especially this grievance, probably because he has the same parents and the same way of education. However, I always inadvertently think: How much bullying did I get to cultivate such a good temper?
Fortunately, I am not a hard stone, so I will not be crushed into pieces, let alone soft plastic plasticine, and I will be completely destroyed. On the contrary, it is like a spring. When the danger comes, it seems to be unprincipled, but I can still shrink myself and cry quietly, and when the danger is far away, I will firmly restore my original self. But I am a humble Koharu, just like my thoughts are a real but unknown existence in this family. To be precise, I am a group of birds that have been caught back. Some of them have broken free from the cage, and some have lived in the cage all their lives, but they have the same yearning-the sky.
Everything in Lin's Old Things in the South of the City is far away and charming, but what impressed me most was Eiko's parents, who patiently answered a series of questions she threw. I think children are very happy to hear their parents answer even their own nonsense questions. My curiosity seems to be pitiful, just like the hurt and confusion caused by those questions that are severely rejected, which always makes me more timid and afraid to move forward. The only advantage he brought me was that I could throw away half the novels I read and stop thinking. However, I don't take pleasure in it, because a full life should try my best to seek true knowledge, even if it is bloody.
What triggered me to write this article was only my opinion on how to answer the meaning of a poem. My brother didn't write it because he didn't understand its meaning, but my father felt it necessary to write it. Does it really make sense? What is the difference between not really knowing and not knowing? I am sad that my brother will be ruined by this attitude, but I find that I can't beat my father and I have no ability to lead him on the right learning path. Maybe I'm still lucky. I hope all this is just "I want to"
I'm not allowed to watch movies and play games. In fact, I don't play games, not because I don't like it, but because I feel meaningless, but I don't think movies are bad. It can broaden my horizons and experience. What's the matter? And marry a rich man, can you really be happy? This bad habit is really terrible. Listen to colleagues, you need to find the right person. Imagine if you meet true love. What about true love that can talk to you and accompany you to sunset and dusk?
Mr. Zhu Guangqian talked about the meaning of beauty in Talking about Beautiful Letters, such as: "Which is more beautiful, the lotus flower girl in England or the statue of the Greek goddess?" Are you an ordinary person or a pure artist? Yes, standing from different angles is different. I think it should be the same as love Love is strict and warm. You can choose to like it or hate it, but beauty is still beauty, love is still love.
I will hide from my parents and read books. After they kept saying that I was a bad student, I didn't want to listen to those flattering words any more. I'm not okay at all. Life is always unhappy. I think my parents and relatives are also a challenge and test for me. I stare at the sky and play birdcage, and I often rest because I am tired. How deeply I hope they can understand empathy. I think I can make good use of it, but stubbornness always puts it at a disadvantage.
Every parent is a parent for the first time, without any warning or even a chance to change. So we should tolerate their mistakes. But I always feel that I am just stuffed into a snowball's Rubik's cube, the color is still the same, and the edges are still those edges. Because of my gentle and expressive appearance, I have a heart that can't be rounded by time. My friend once said that she is Daiyu and I am Baochai. I think I should appreciate Baochai's kind appearance, but with Daiyu's bitter heart?