Life is unpredictable, full of variables, ups and downs, and self-knowledge.
And those warmth, even if it's just a thin and ethereal gauze, even if it's just a faint greeting when we meet by chance, even if it's just a passing glance, even if it's just a touch of tenderness hanging on the horizon, it's enough to revive and ripple a low-temperature and silent heart.
I have never forgotten those pains, those unbearable pains for life, just to see the happiness in the future.
And those touches are never light in my heart. Some are profound, some are subtle, some are long, some are short, and they are always warm and beautiful.
I will remember it all my life.
[warmth]
In my primary school days, after many twists and turns, the dust finally settled in the children's school of my father's factory.
At one time, the conditions of schools in rural areas were still very poor. The low adobe school building is stormy, the whistling wind in the classroom passes through the windows, the desks are uneven and rickety, and the teachers have only attended junior high school and high school for a few years ... So, I am a country girl who has never seen the world. As a "half family" at that time, I came to the factory children's school and listened to everyone's "plastic" Mandarin. Facing the contemptuous and disdainful eyes around me, my young mind was hit hard.
The child's world is the simplest, the desire in the child's eyes can't be hidden, and the child's feelings are the most real. When I first arrived here, there were no friends to chase after and play with, and there was no sense of superiority that teachers and students paid attention to when they went to school in the countryside. All I feel is who brought delicious food and who wore new clothes to show off and compare, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.
I remember coming to our class to take the math exam. Because of unaccustomed and inner pressure, the teacher came up to me with a smile and asked me if I could understand her teaching. Have you adapted to the school environment? How do you get along with your classmates? Then tell me, don't be stressed. This kind of encouragement may be just a look and a word to her, but it has raised an indescribable touch in my heart, which is precious only to me. Because of this encouragement, I rewarded the teacher with one surprise after another in the next exam, and also made my classmates regard me as a "bumpkin" from the countryside.
Later, when I was promoted to junior high school, I felt inferior because I was "half a family". The teacher sees my mind, so she often praises and encourages me in front of the whole class to dispel the haze in my heart. Even if there are any competitions in the city and the joint school, I am always recommended to participate and give me the opportunity to learn and exercise. At the same time, in order to help me cope with all kinds of exams and competitions, they sacrificed their rest time at night to give me a small stove to solve my doubts little by little. And whenever I get good grades, they are happier than anyone else. Under this special care, I became cheerful day by day and defeated one demon after another in my heart.
Remember a math contest in a joint school. Although I won the prize, I was afraid to take out my score, so I was going to hide it from my father. But my father heard the news from somewhere and asked me about the result of the game. After hesitation, I lied for the only time, saying that my grades had not come out yet. A few days later, my father ran to ask the teacher, and the truth came out. At that time, my father was very angry and knew that I had made a mistake, so I was afraid to go out. After understanding my thoughts, the teacher explained and comforted my father, and my father was a little relieved. Since then, I have learned the value of honesty, which is the value my teacher taught me.
When I was in junior high school, it was the most tangled period in my study career. On the one hand, it is the temptation of the senior high school entrance examination, on the other hand, my parents want me to work as soon as possible. I have no choice. Although my parents never asked me to give up, I know I can't selfishly ignore their efforts. When I finally chose to go to a technical school, the teacher felt pity and went home to ask about the situation and had a heart-to-heart conversation with me. She acquiesced in my helplessness, but also firmly told me: "As long as there is a dream, there will be hope. Never give up, the teacher believes you! " It is under this encouragement that I have been persevering and working hard in the days to come.
So far, as soon as the teacher saw me, she couldn't help recalling the past and asking questions with concern. She said, I am a good girl. It's a pity to go to a technical school. If I had gone to high school, I would have been admitted to a key university. She added that every time I read my words in the newspaper, I can't help thinking of that stubborn and clever me. She also said, don't always carry it alone, and don't make yourself too bitter. I often hold me tightly with my hands, and when I talk, I get out of control, as long as a story. That kind words, warm smile, distressed eyes, as much as to persuade his daughter. Often, it makes me cry when I turn around.
When I meet these warmth, I accept all orders. But what about me? Because of the hard and busy work, the helplessness and triviality of life, and the unreasonable fetters of the soul, I have neglected them all. Occasionally, I just call the teacher and rush by. I have never seen their general concern and inquiry, and I don't remember sending them holiday wishes.
However, whenever the prosperity of the city returns to the calm under the night, whenever I watch the children happily shuttle between schools with schoolbags on their backs, I begin to miss the time when teachers accompanied me to grow up, and those simple years that were warmed by teachers.
In fact, when I think about it carefully, today, my wings are getting fuller and fuller, my horizons are getting wider and wider, my mind is getting richer and more open-minded, and a little change has taken place, which makes me have the courage to stand up and face this turbid and uneasy world, all because of the nascent warmth.
Time flies, suddenly looking back, this is touching, so real, if a pure white pearl, warm and beautiful in my heart.
[lucky]
Sometimes, I always sigh that I am not lucky enough, and I have been depressed because of the good fortune of others.
The luckiest thing in life is your help. It is said that when God closes a door for you, he will also open a window for you. I was lucky enough to meet the "noble" in my life-Master, and this "noble" has nothing to do with me. However, it was this "noble person" who had nothing to do with me that gave me the most brilliant surprise in my life and infected me with words.
Going to a technical school is my helpless move. Three years of technical school is also the most ignorant period in my life. I feel that there is no way out and the future is bleak. Because I am unwilling, I have never stopped planning and adjusting my life, studying self-taught exams, accounting and computers ... In the face of this somewhat stale world, I don't think that with these, my dreams can come true. I just want to enrich my life, just want some positive energy, just want a conclusive proof that I can.
After graduation, I joined the flood of working. For a long time, I felt wandering and trudging. Many years later, because of my mother's request, I returned to work in an untidy factory, shuttling through crowded and dusty workshops all day, getting close to hard and cold steel, smelling the foul smell of engine oil, staring at the fast-running lathe with rapt attention, until my legs were weak and my nails were black ... That was not the life I wanted, but the stability my parents wanted.
I stayed in the workshop for three years in obscurity, strong enough and forbearing enough to make myself feel incredible. I even thought I would be willing to spend my life in such mediocrity.
One day, a middle-aged man in his forties with glasses looked around the workshop with a camera. I am indifferent and still concentrate on my lathe. Perhaps because of my concentration, he aimed the camera at me and took a photo of me working in front of the lathe. Because of this accident, I inexplicably went to the factory newspaper.
Because I was in a newspaper, I knew that he was the director of the propaganda department of the factory, responsible for the editing and editing of newspapers, but I couldn't remember his appearance at all, didn't think much, and didn't dare to think about it. However, in various activities organized by the factory later, such as the answering contest and the essay contest, he took me to the right place and gradually got to know me. Later, I heard that the propaganda department of the factory wanted to recruit propaganda officers. I was really tired of this seminar, so I hurried to volunteer. The leaders I face are him and the factory director. At that time, there were two pairs of eyes staring at me firmly in the small office, and there was great surprise in their eyes. He recognized me, but I didn't even think of him.
Later, I learned that he mistakenly thought that I was a rude child and that I deliberately pretended not to know him and didn't say hello. However, he doesn't care about my ignorance. He said that he saw my progress and persistence, my simplicity and unwillingness to take shortcuts, and my strong desire to change the working environment. So he wants to help me. So, when there was a vacancy in the propaganda department, he took the initiative to transfer me. It's nothing. This is definitely a surprise from the sky. After his dream came true, he became my master.
I have always been in awe of words, afraid to desecrate their beauty, and I have to deal with words every day, which makes me very uneasy. Master read my mind, squeezed out office funds to buy me news-related study materials, took out the bound factory newspaper for me to study, explained news knowledge and his experiences and stories in the news industry to me, took me below to familiarize myself with the situation, made targeted revisions and comments on my manuscript, and encouraged me from time to time. Born in the journalism department of a national key university, he personally, unreservedly and tirelessly cultivated me as a layman, which doubled my confidence and inspired my interest and love for writing.
He is more like his father than a teacher. When I came to the propaganda department, my father had died for three years. Those setbacks and helplessness in life have nowhere to say, and the mood often becomes depressed. He, on the other hand, carefully observed my subtle changes with a rare man, talked with me from time to time, enlightened me and taught me to choose.
Along the way, from the initial confusion to the later normal state of mind, from the initial confusion to the later gradual state, from the initial infinite dependence to the later independence, so that I lost my job after the factory closed down, and I can still work smoothly in the newspaper. All this is attributed to the support and inspiration of the teacher, which made me discover all kinds of customs and transcendental beauty in the word world.
Later, when I left the factory for a new job, the master called me from time to time to ask about my situation and pay attention to my dynamics through the newspaper. Although, just an ordinary greeting, just a simple concern, but because of this miss gave birth to enough warmth and touch, cut the eternal cold in my heart, so that my confidence is generated.
[the most beautiful]
Friendship is the warmest flower in the heart, lasting, strong and fragrant.
There are thousands of flowers, only two or three are pleasing to the eye, and you are the most beautiful one I appreciate. Meeting you is my fate.
When I first came to the factory children's school, everything around me was so out of place that I was scared to escape.
You, the proud girl in my eyes-the child of dual employees at that time, lived in the only four-story residential building in the factory, which was a symbol of identity and status, and lived with senior leaders and scientific research experts in the factory.
My home is a private house rented by a villager nearby, with two simple rooms and a balcony, which can see the panoramic view of your home, facing you two.
I don't want to get close to the innate superiority of the children of double-paid workers. But you are a little different. You've never been above me. You make me feel as kind as the girl next door. Since I came to class, I have greeted me intentionally or unintentionally and invited me to play with you. In fact, you have your partner group. You don't have to worry about my feelings at all. You only care about me. When my grades jumped to the forefront of the class in a short time, you even took pride in me as your classmate and friend. Always accompany me for ten minutes between classes, skipping rope, throwing sandbags and playing games. I can't refuse. After school, you always wait for me, help me clean up and then go home together. On weekends, you always drag me to your home enthusiastically, proudly introduce me to your parents, and then take out all the delicious and fun things for me to eat. ...
It is in this interdependence that we grow and deepen our feelings. Fortunately, after three years of technical school, we have the opportunity to be in the same school, but we are no longer in the same class, but we can't stop the friendship from going deep into time, so stable and warm.
You, if you have the will, know me as well as you do. After graduating from technical school, you were assigned to a factory with good benefits and got a stable job. And I, because of the tight distribution of the unit, can only go out to work. You are a little disgusted with my distribution. Although you didn't comfort me, you did everything for me silently. One day, you came to my house and said to me, "FF, the district education printing factory needs a typist. Will you go?" I paused: "am I ok?" Haven't you started yet? " "Anyway, give it a try. This is also an opportunity. " With full of anxiety, I summoned up the courage to interview. Unexpectedly, the leader is very easygoing. Although I was nervous and unfamiliar with my business, he also generously gave me the opportunity. In this way, I started my part-time career.
Although my first job was simple and my salary was not high, it showed me the bright side of life and the tolerance and open-mindedness of human nature, and also made me re-recognize this society and encouraged my courage and confidence. Later, my work experienced many twists and turns, but I can still clearly remember that the first interview was the warmth I would never see again in my life when I faced this strange and changeable world.
Units have changed one after another, and life is like duckweed. As long as there is a vacancy in the factory department, you will inform me as soon as possible, "Who will be transferred", "I heard that there will be another position to recruit people", "I'll ask around for you, and then ask around as much as possible" ... Many times, you are by my side, and you really hope that I will have a good life. Even you think fate is unfair to me, because you have been assigned a good unit, and you feel guilty for not sharing weal and woe with me. What does this have to do with you? Everything is out of your control. Your concern and understanding are the happiest wealth in my heart.
You once said that my heart is higher than the sky, and I never let all the people who love me and care about me worry, and I burst into tears. Study, work and emotion are not smooth roads, but you have witnessed my hard work all the way. Because I understand my stubbornness and persistence, you have been silently encouraging and accompanying me except heartache. Watching your messy life again and again, watching you fall in love, get married and have children, everything is logical, happy and safe, very gratifying and very reassuring. When I am bored, I can only think of you, but I try not to disturb myself, because you have your responsibility and focus, and I can't rely on it so greedily anymore.
In life, there will always be times when you can't control yourself. There was a time when it was dark and lawless, as if the end of the world was coming. I hid myself from anyone. A person is drinking bitter wine after bitter wine, with only two lines of tears on his face and no consciousness. The phone rang again and again, and I hung up again and again without looking. But your phone rings tirelessly, and phone calls and text messages impact my weak and dizzy perception one after another. After all, I failed to defeat your hard pursuit. I pressed the answer key, and your anxious voice on the other end of the phone said, "FF, where are you?" I looked for you once. "And I just cry. You finally found me and cried with me. At that time, I was like a helpless child in front of you and needed your company.
Along the way, you have been with me, tolerant of my willfulness and occasional small temper, listening to all my worries, touching my ups and downs with your heart, understanding me and giving me warmth.
The most beautiful meeting in my life is only because of you!
[moved]
I am lucky, because eventually someone will understand.
In life, some subtle touches may just flash by, but looking back, I still feel that after the rain, my heart is still warm, my heart is pounding and my heart is determined.
People who are not enthusiastic always silently guard their own small world. In my life, I met many people, some left, some came back, and some stayed, but how many people are really related to you and can accompany and care for you?
Some people, who have no requirements and no purpose, have always been around to give me peace of mind. Although I don't like to talk, I know my situation like the back of my hand. Never say a word, just show up when I need it most. "What can I do for you?" Is enough to destroy that pretentious solid defense line in my heart. From them, I saw purity and true feelings, and also learned what is willing. Of course, I never bother easily, just keep that feeling in my heart. Although I don't remember it often, it has always occupied a small corner of my heart.
Some people, always distressed by my silence and loneliness, never asked, never moved, let me pretend to be innocent. They don't allow me to be quiet or unhappy. They don't dislike my silence or my indifference. They told me with a smile that the world is actually beautiful. They took me into nature and told me that the world is actually lovely. They, with their own concern, told me that the world is actually very warm. Walking in it, I feel like a spoiled princess, and that feeling makes me float to the clouds. In fact, I always remember these good things for no reason.
At work, leaders create opportunities for me, give me encouraging eyes, help me solve my doubts and give me warm tolerance; I get along well with my colleagues. We learn from each other, help each other and support each other. When you are handy at work, you get unparalleled happiness and satisfaction; When work is no longer a means of making a living, it is a willing effort; Life will have a faint bright color. I have been trying to understand these feelings.
On the internet, strangers are close to each other because of words, affectionately call each other by their screen names, * * * exchange and discuss the temptation and charm of words, and enjoy the cleanliness and beauty in the world of words. There is no hypocrisy, scheming, complexity and burden, only sincere faith in words and unlimited respect and worship, and then mutual understanding, appreciation and encouragement. This kind of like-minded touch is silent, but it is deeper than the earth, wider than the sky and lasts longer.
Standing at the intersection where the cold wind swept at work, waiting for the last bus home, a motorcycle stopped in front of him: "Girl, are you from the factory?" I often see you waiting for the bus and give you a ride. I was nervous, let my guard down, and sat in the back seat sorry. Although the cold wind blows, my heart is warm and gurgling. When getting off the bus, the eldest brother did not forget to say, "Anyway, we will get off work at that time, and we will take you next time we meet, as long as you don't mind." I kept saying, "Good! How can it be! " Looking at the back of his hasty departure, I forgot to say thank you to him. Standing in the same place, this strange and familiar warmth dispels the coolness of the season.
"Mr. Li, I'm sorry, your account number is wrong, and the money we played has been returned. Please try to confirm the accurate account. " I tried my best to explain to the other party, because the publicity fee dragged on for a long time. At that time, the other party squeezed our advertisement out of the page without saying anything, and I was always grateful. "Well, that's ok, send it to me personally after confirmation. Xiao Xie, I know you are a good girl. this is nothing to do with you. I understand. " The other party recognized my apology and tried to appease it. Hang up the phone, there is a smile at the corner of my mouth, just because of this mutual respect and understanding.
The ubiquitous warmth in these lives may be just a faint smile, a warm look, a sincere word or a small gesture. ...
However, I need it. I believe that you will need it, he will need it, and the world needs it more.