I smiled indifferently and said to her, "This is not the life I want. I will do what I like to fill my spiritual world. "
Finn changed his usual smile and became dignified. She said: "The thought of bringing grandchildren after retirement makes me panic."
After listening to her words, I couldn't help smiling. In fact, her panic is that she is afraid of the passage of life and does not want to get old. I had this feeling a few years ago, and I always felt that time passed by your ear like the wind, making it too late for you to reach for it. After some inner confusion and struggle, I have been tempered to be calm and calm. I hope I can keep fleeting time with a pen, even if I can only leave a trace.
I told Finn that when I retired, I would choose to help my children within a certain range; Will listen to the voices of those souls in the book while reading; Can cook books with music and pour out the joys and sorrows of life with words; Then, in the article, leave a time I once had for future generations.
All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation, and life is made up of countless joys and sorrows. Every encounter in life is a blooming tree. Everyone who passes through your life is arranged by God to teach us to learn to live. In the process of growing up, people who give you a blow will teach you how to face setbacks; People who have broken your heart are here to teach you how to love; The people who care about you and guide your life are the people who help you walk and extradite Cihang for you. So, how can we let time pass quietly with these warmth? Even if we can't keep the time, let those warm and moving moments not disappear.
So, I smiled and told Finn: I am willing to use a pen to keep the fleeting time.
(2) The daughter was her father's lover in her previous life. The meeting was over and everyone hurried to the office to get ready to go home. Min and several children are writing and drawing in the office. She is the' daughter' announced by her colleagues. She just started kindergarten this year and looks very delicate.
Seeing Xuan push the door in, she opened her arms and whispered her father's name: "Xuan …" She seemed to want to hug Xuan.
For an instant, I was amused by Min's address to her father. Xuan's performance is extremely patient and gentle with his daughter.
I remember being in an office with Xuan a few years ago. Shortly after getting married for the first time, I had a baby face and was very childish. He always thought Xuan was still a child. At that time, Xuan's style of doing things was also in line with his age characteristics, like a big boy. For this, his master told him a lot. But a few years later, in the same office as Xuan, I suddenly feel that he has matured a lot. Being a father for three days is really different.
When Xuan puts on her daughter's coat, she will dress her neatly and carefully; When her daughter comes back from school, Xuan will gently pour boiling water for her, take snacks and coax her to eat; If you are free, Xuan will talk to her daughter quietly about some household words; If Xuan is not in the office, he always asks people in the office to look after him. That concern, that worry, is beyond words. It can be said that the previous porch is completely different from the current porch. Now Xuan is more patient and responsible. His gentleness to his daughter reminds me of an old saying: My daughter was my father's lover in his last life.
I've heard many people say that, but I've never felt anything. Because I have no attachment to my father, I only think of him when I have no money or need help. There are many differences between my father and me. I seldom communicate with my father, and even if I do, it's just an understatement. But now, after watching Xuan's performance, I have some regrets about the sentence "My daughter was my father's lover in her last life".
I have attended many other people's weddings. Whenever the bride's father gives his daughter's hand to another man in front of everyone, the reluctance written on his face is always touching. Perhaps, every father takes care of his daughter into the details of daily life, but we are always used to ignoring it; Perhaps, every father puts his concern for his daughter deep in his heart and never shows it easily, which makes us indifferent to them.
In fact, it's not just a daughter, but a lover of my father's last life. A son and a father must have been inextricably linked in their previous lives. Both sons and daughters are predestined friends with their fathers. See you in this life. And father, is the person who has paid for you without regrets in this life!
(3) It seems that an old friend came to my colleague and told me to take his daughter Min to the toilet. Holding a warm little hand, there is a warm current flowing out of the palm. To this end, my heart instantly became soft and I felt a little joy. I haven't felt the taste of holding hands for a long time, that is, I haven't felt the warmth of others' palms for a long time, or others haven't felt the warmth of my palms.
Min is still very young, about 4 years old. She didn't dare to squat in the pit, so I held her and it was over. She coughed once or twice occasionally, and I asked her, "Min, do you have a cold?" She turned to smile at me and asked me mischievously, "Don't you have a cold, too?" Sleep at night and push the quilt? "I was amused by her, but I was secretly moved by her delicacy. I've had a cold for a week, and I haven't recovered yet. I don't know when the child will pay attention to it, and I am also coughing.
Help her tidy her clothes and teach her to wash her hands. There is a feeling of deja vu that makes me in a trance, as if Min was my childhood.
At that time, like Min, I needed adults to take care of my life everywhere, but I snuggled in the arms of my relatives and asked for their love. The memory that time can't erase is the warmth of grandma and grandma's palms. This warmth, let me miss that time forever, let my psychological age stay at that time forever.
My youth is fleeting. People call me from my little sister to my little girl, and then from my sister to my aunt today. Many years have passed, but why do I always feel like that little girl? Do you not want to let the years pass, or do you want to keep them? I don't seem to have changed, but the people around me have changed. Those who held me in their arms and loved me left, but like an ostrich, I kept their warmth and love in my heart by deceiving myself. To this day, when I hold Min's little hand, it is so soft and warm that I feel like an old friend.
I leaned against Min's ear and asked softly, "Min, do you like me?" Min shyly snuggled up in my arms and said affectionately, "I like it!" " "A face of smile and charm.
Almost instantly, I changed my preferences for many years and began to like girls. I used to like boys more than girls, because boys are free and easy, and I'm worried that girls will be as sensitive as me. At present, I see the shadow of childhood in Min. This long-lost feeling makes me happy and miss.