Essay reading about my leaving Part I: If I leave one day.
Things change, people have joys and sorrows, the moon is full of rain and shine, and what the next second will look like is beyond your control!
Rain, please allow me to call your real name for the first time. Although you and I met online, we have already integrated each other into our lives.
One day, the baby said to me, "I am not afraid that your life will suddenly leave, because although you are in poor health, you must have a mission." What I fear most is that one day you suddenly have an epiphany and leave this world to be with the ancient Buddha. " Baby, even if one day, I left this world for some reason! I hope you are all right, don't be sad, don't be sad. We have been happy together, sad together, shed tears together, owned together, cherished together and enjoyed together. No matter what outcome we have in this life, we must have no regrets about loving each other deeply in this life.
Rain, if I leave one day, I am very relieved for you, because you have a happy home, a perfect life, a great health and family. So, even if I leave, I won't worry too much about everything about you. I cherish every minute and every day with you, and I really pay for this love.
Once, I told you that if I left one day, I would give you this QQ to watch our past every day. But you told me: "If one day I leave and you look at my space, you will cry every time you look!" Baby, we have known each other for so long, and I have made you cry too much. If one day I leave, I hope you will be happy and smile every day. What will QQ do in the future? Let it be. Follow the fate!
Baby, we once said that if one day I left, you once said, "It's also a relief for me, because the world has given me too much burden." So, baby, even if I'm gone, you should remember that I'm relieved and I'm not tired anymore! Baby, you should be happy for me. Baby, when I leave, you must be happy, so that no matter where I am, I will be at ease, at ease!
Essay reading of my leaving Part II: Will you miss me when I leave?
Baby, if I leave, will you miss me? This sentence has been spinning in my mind. Looking back at you, my heart is full of sweet love for you, and I can remember every step you have taken? Baby, you know, you are our angel. When your father and I were nervous and our feelings were on the verge of disintegration, it was your arrival that saved our feelings and made us finally come together despite all difficulties. At that time, my mother felt you still in the belly and felt your every beat, so I felt what happiness was. When you were born, I saw your wrinkled little face like an old man, your lovely big eyes hovering around and waving pink hands. What's more interesting is that your cherry mouth is more pleasing. Your arrival makes us happier, and your arrival makes your grandparents more tolerant of us. You don't know how reluctant your grandfather is when mom and your father come together. It was your arrival that made them forgive their mother. I'm really glad to have you.
Baby, you know, when you first got sick, you came to this world less than a month ago, and I was caught off guard and didn't know what to do. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. You have no idea how many people are worried. It was midnight, and there was no car to sit outside. It was your father's good uncle who ran downtown to call a taxi regardless of the long distance. You know, your grandmother and your aunt went to the hospital as soon as they heard that you were ill, but your grandparents were very calm at home. You are sick alone, but it affects the hearts of so many people. Until I have time, it's almost two o'clock in the morning. When there is nothing to do, let everyone lie on the ground and let everyone sleep in peace.
Baby, you know, not long after you arrived, your mother and your father were laid off, and we had to work to make a living. We get up early and get greedy for black, for what, just to make your life better. Remember that winter? It snowed heavily, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and long icicles hung under the beams. And you're still dreaming sweet dreams in a warm bed. I can't bear to wake you up when you sleep so sweetly. But mom can't help it. You are so young, but no one takes care of you. I have to pick up your little body and go to work in the dark. Take you to the temporary shed of the illegal building and arrange for you to sit there. As you know, that's where mom works. In order to keep you from freezing, I'll collect firewood to keep you warm. When people see you, they say you are poor, and I cry. Yes, who doesn't want their children to be warm and who wants their children to follow them? It's cold and I can't eat well. I eat a box lunch every day, which is full of nutritious things. I can't help feeling sad when I see that you have lost weight.
Baby, you know, mom changed her job, or you took you to work and you accompanied her to work. When I put you into children's entertainment, I let you play alone. How clever you are. When I work in the mall, I don't feel hard when I see you ringing the bell happily. Baby, do you remember? What worries my mother most is that she has to work late. I told you to wait for me outside the mall. At that time, there was a regular evening meeting. I heard you crying and shouting? Mom? I was so scared that something would happen to you. I am upset and anxious before the regular meeting is over. As soon as it was finished, I rushed out like lightning. It pains me to see your crying and twitching body shrink back in fear. Afterwards, I learned that you forced an asshole to pour an unknown liquid, and my legs were weak. When I saw the wound on your lip, I kind of hated the world. There are so many pedestrians outside, how can no one help you? I cried to help you wipe away your tears and comfort you not to be afraid, but you know, I am so worried, I am afraid that it is poison, and I am afraid that you will leave me. I'll let you eat garlic when I get home, and I'll make you eat it if you don't. I didn't sleep well that night. I'm afraid something will happen to you if I fall asleep. I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until you were safe. It took me a long time to tell your father and your grandparents about it. It also made the big stone in my heart fall to the ground and relaxed me.
Baby, you really suffered a lot at that time, mom knows, but you were really sensible at that time, which is mom's glory. Every time I talk about you, I feel smug. I am proud to have a good woman like you. Baby, do you remember? When your dad was drunk and crazy, we huddled in the corner to hug and support each other. When we were both crying sadly, only you, like an adult, wiped my tears with your little hand and told my mother not to cry. Do you know how touched mom is? At that time, I thought to myself, I will protect you if I don't leave this house for you. I'm afraid that once I'm gone, you'll have nothing to rely on. For you, I have been enduring it. I just want to save this family for you. It doesn't matter if I'm unhappy, as long as you can grow up happily, I'm satisfied. You have become my responsibility, my hope, and I have confidence in you. Baby, you don't know, I have done a lot for you. I don't want your hug. I just want you to know my sincerity to you. However, I didn't see it. When you said you hated me, it was really hard for me. I don't know how many tears I have shed for you. Others say that it is the mother's fault to adopt a daughter and not teach. I didn't know I was such an incompetent mother. I want to be nice to you, but you don't understand my heart. You've become too fast. You have become a person I don't know. You have become a strange person. When you cheat me, when you play truant again and again, when you run away from home, when you get your ears pierced without your parents' permission, when you fall in love despite other people's advice? How disappointed I am. I don't know how to treat you. I can only try my best to satisfy you materially. Only when this father is drunk will I try my best to protect you, but you can't see my bitter conscience. You make you lose your mind for an irrelevant person, and you are still fighting for him rightfully. I feel really bad. I can't sleep and eat well because of your great changes, and I have a headache every day. You won't find how haggard your mother is, how white her hair is, and how many hairs and tears her mother has lost for you. I'm worried about you. I don't know how anxious I am, but you don't. You will only misunderstand me. I don't know when you will grow up and understand. But you really broke my heart.
Is this the one I always wanted to protect you and give up all my happiness? What's up, baby? Then I'll leave. If I leave, if I don't care about you, you can get your feelings. I do. Baby, I don't know if you will be happy after I leave. Will you still miss me? I hate to part with you in my heart, but I want you to really grow up. If I leave, maybe you will become sensible. I hope you are like that. When I come back, I hope my lovely, clever and sensible daughter will reappear in front of everyone. Baby, I know you're great. You can do it, you can do it. Mom believes that you will get out of that shadow and become a swan that everyone likes. Mom always believed that you could do it. Baby, if I leave, will you miss me?
Essay reading about my departure Part III: I left gently.
I left gently, just like when I first came, there was nothing, and I lost a few pounds of thoughts and worries. The rest is always light, but like running water, there is no memory.
If you forget, it would be great, dragging this quiet memory, sometimes, you will taste several different flavors, sour is life, sweet is life, how to live is life.
Too often, I feel that I have a heart that I shouldn't have at this age, and I can always smell some vicissitudes from it. Vicissitudes have nothing to do with time, but with different moods.
Many times I feel out of place in this world. Looking at their happiness when they were young, I don't know what kind of mood it is. Maybe I once had it, but I forgot it myself.
Forgetting may be good or bad, but as long as you understand, nothing is good or bad. Good or bad is only a measure of him, and it is a kind of self-concept. When I was young, I said yes, I said fair. Later, I found that there is no good or bad, only reality, and that reality is the so-called life, the so-called life.
Only when you leave can you remember all the words about parting. Things that used to be far away are often close to themselves and may happen suddenly.
Holidays are a season full of parting. Although it is only a short parting, life can bear such parting several times. Maybe this is the last time we meet and leave. I heard a long time ago that we should treat every day in our lives as the last day, treat every encounter in our lives as the last encounter in our lives, try to make ourselves happy every day, and try to smile at the people around us and be kind to them, because they may be us tomorrow or us today.
Think about it, too. Once upon a time, we separated from a person, and since then, he has become our lifelong memory. It's impossible to meet. Maybe even news is a luxury, meeting strangers. When we met many years later, what was the relationship between that familiar person and me? What kind of role is he in my life?
I met her a long time ago, but since we separated, the time has become longer. Every time we meet, it is an accidental opportunity in the vast sea of people. Knowing you is the greatest luck in my life, and I dare not ask for anything more.