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Words like "memory" and "forgetting" always appear frequently in literary works. About people's memory, the triviality of getting along with people. During the day, people all over the world are disturbed. I don't know how many things will happen, but I can remember very little. What impressed me is like sparse stars in a cloudy night sky, which can shine until the next night. Many times, memory is an instinct, while forgetting is a state of mind.
I always remember that time when I went out with my friends and walked along the cold mountain road, and the crazy sprinkler rushed over. It stirred up the dust all over the world in an instant, and then it soon fell, so fast that we had no time to dodge and were covered with water stains. The friend grumbled: "damn broken car, what water is poured at this time!" " Walking, my friend thought about this problem more than once when he was wandering in the street in the afternoon, and he couldn't help complaining. I always don't respond, but I didn't mean to. I just don't know how to react. "Hey, don't you know you should let me know? ""What should I do ... what just happened ... I forgot ... "She bounced before my eyes like ants on hot bricks." Forget it? Your clothes are still wet. How can you forget? "I smiled and said nothing. I just forgot to tell her that my clothes were wet, but my heart was dry. Because we can't change the status quo, then we should face it frankly, forgetting is the best way. Not everything is memorable. Because it is not worth remembering and forgetting, there is nothing to regret. Someone once asked me, "Are you a fish? Why fish? " I replied like this: "The memory of fish is only seven seconds. Many people and things don't need to stay in their minds for more than seven seconds, otherwise it is a waste of life. "We should always know that forgetting is a happy way. People are always complaining about their misfortunes, but there will always be people who are more unfortunate and more difficult to survive than us. Many things happen to others, which are called stories, while on themselves, they are called tragedies. At this time, we need to forget. What may be forgotten is not the thing itself, but all the hardships. We need to look at the ups and downs of life with a calm mind. Just like the rocks by the sea are always there, we watch the ebb and flow of the tide with a constant mind, because life is not limited, the road ahead is still long, and there are more wonderful scenery waiting for us to enjoy.
A person's life, meet countless people. I always hear people say, "Less is more expensive." The same is true of people around you. If we meet one or two intimate people, we will slowly brew in our hearts and ferment in time. When we look back in the twilight, we will see the fragrance of youth. Don't think about how important you are in other people's memories, which is never something we can predict subjectively. Often the deepest love and tolerance will appear in a corner of life in the simplest way. Such a memory is simple but not simple. Forgetting is part of liking. For the people we love, we never need to remember their daily clothes and moods. When facing them, all care becomes inertia, and all details become nature. At this time, memory is not just controlled by the brain. With the sublimation of time, the memory of love has long been integrated into life. Not as angular as geometric figures, but as ink spilled by letters. Charming, but also indifferent.
I always feel that I have a bad memory and my life is in a state of semi-sleepwalking. It's normal to leave things behind for a second, so it's also a good idea for me to improve my efficiency and do it as soon as others tell me. After all, a person's brain capacity is limited, and when he meets some important things, his memory will naturally be much deeper. But if you meet a guy like me and accidentally throw his memory into his mother's stomach, these things can only sit in the same place and shout "Amitabha" and pray not to be forgotten. Of course, this is just a joke. Life is too messy, and the brain never has extra space to store too many things, so it always needs selective memory. On the other hand, learn to forget. A few days ago, I heard teacher Wang say, "I don't remember many things in my life." If I remember them, I will never forget them. " Many things are not unforgettable, but don't want to forget. When love goes deep, some memories will be deeply imprinted on the wall of the soul and accompany us through life. I read a book many years ago. At that time, I lost myself deeply and still remain in my mind. I met a person a long time ago. Although we were together for a short time, I always remember it because of its far-reaching influence. In fact, real memory is not only about things in life, but also about special perception in the mind. Be careful to move, and you will be scratched by an author or a song, resulting in a * * * sound. That lingering feeling is never lacking. What is missing is our state of mind of perceiving each other's temperature.
I always find myself in other people's memories, surprised, surprised and a little lost. Maybe many people have been around, looking at my expression and paying attention to my mood. I, on the other hand, look at all the special love with the eyes of a passerby. Maybe I never know how many things I can really remember. Perhaps what has been forgotten in the impression has been awakened at a certain moment. At that time, the starry sky must be more dazzling than the Milky Way. Never forget, then let it last forever. It is my habit to record my life with a pen, because I know that the best way to preserve my memory is to make it eternal. Maybe the touch in memory is vague, just the brightness of firefly light. However, when all the memories are written down, looking back at those long-lost memories will have more inexplicable touches, and the brightness of memories will be more dazzling than the sunshine. Time is the best strong tea, and the long-standing memories are like lingering tea fragrance in a dream, elegant and pleasant. In my spare time, I always look up the words from a long time ago. Maybe it's blunt, maybe everything is fleeting, not vivid, not surprising. I always wonder where we will go in ten years, what we have written now, and how much we will leave then. Will always become strange, from everything today to the future. Anyway, you should accept the reality. When I am full of memories and hurt, I will choose to burn all the manuscripts. Then tell yourself: "Today's memories will stay today, and there will be no such things in your mind tomorrow." If some memories need to be engraved on the wall of the soul, then there must be some, which need to be pasted occasionally like wallpaper to keep the mood beautiful, and then mercilessly torn off when it is not needed. Because the memory is too old, it will lose its beauty.
Use the deepest memory to remember the shallowest things. Because life is the most beautiful, no matter how beautiful, it is just as calm as water.
Remember the deepest things with the shallowest memories. Because life is the best, no matter how wonderful it is, it is just human feelings.