My relationship with him has been lukewarm for two years, and it was not until that incident that I realized that pure and sincere friendship. It was a cold morning, and Fan Yujie suddenly told me that in the afternoon she wanted me to go to the studio and play a poem "Qinyuanchun" written by Mao Zedong. Snow, I was so scared that I didn't sleep at noon. I kept remembering and memorizing, and my mouth was thirsty.
In the afternoon, Fan Yujie took me to the studio and their "star stage". Because I was not fully prepared, I was particularly nervous, and I couldn't help breathing a little louder, making my voice ugly. After I recited it, I went back to the classroom in frustration. The girl in front turned her head and said, "Your breathing is too strong, just like an asthma patient!" " "Say that finish, burst into laughter. I was so angry that my stomach was full of fire. I turned my eyes to him, my deskmate, with a smile on his face and calmly said, "You have a good back! Make persistent efforts! " I can see that this sentence was barely uttered by him, but it still drowned my burning heart like a stream. I was barely calm, but I asked eagerly, "Really?" This time, he didn't speak, and gave me his thumb directly. I am happy, and my heart is no longer chaotic. No matter what I do afterwards, I am not nervous and my grades are excellent.
Oh, this is my deskmate— ...
We are junior high school classmates and have been deskmates since the first day of junior high school. She was quiet and considerate, and we soon became good friends. In the days that followed, we were inseparable. How wonderful it is to recall that time now!
But good things always disappear quickly. By the third day, everyone was busy preparing for the senior high school entrance examination, but she told me that she was going to transfer. She said that she would transfer to a better school and do better in the senior high school entrance examination. I was a little angry at that time, angry that she abandoned me like this, but I was more blessed, so we said goodbye with tears.
After she left, we seldom contacted each other, because I didn't think I should disturb her study. The middle school entrance examination is coming, and I once met her mother on the road. I asked her mother about her recent situation, but her mother told me with tears in her eyes that she had been diagnosed with leukemia a year ago, so she dropped out of school to recuperate at home and went back to school when her condition improved. She lied because she didn't want you to worry or affect your study. At that moment, my eyes were red. This is the most beautiful lie I have ever heard in the world … it is not melodramatic and romantic, but it is so simple and true, and it is the deepest friendship in the world.
If you ask me, what is the most touching thing? When a white lie is exposed, I will answer; If you ask me, when do you feel most inferior and heartbroken? When I know that I have been deceived by a white lie, I will answer; If you ask me, what is the simplest and most beautiful? I will answer a white lie.
Careful observation reveals that there are many white lies in our lives.
A little girl with leukemia, at the end of her life, when the doctor asked her what her greatest wish was, she said that she wanted to go to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising ceremony. How can doctors and parents not satisfy a dying girl's last wish? However, because her family lives in a distant Xinjiang, if her requirements are met, the doctor is afraid that the girl can't stand the fatigue of the journey, so a collective fabrication activity organized by more than 2,000 volunteers, doctors and the girl's family began. From boarding the train to taking the tour bus, along the way, from reporting to the waiter serving tea, and even to the conversation of passengers, everyone deliberately arranged. Finally, they came to a school, accompanied by the national anthem of a military band. The blind girl thought she really came to the long-awaited Tiananmen Square. When she was unable to raise her little hand to salute the national flag, all the people present shed tears. I think if the little girl knew the truth, she would be moved to tears.
When I read the American short story The Last Leaf, my eyes are always moist. When the sick old man looked at the dead leaves and was desolate and desperate, the loving painter decorated the withered tree of life with a carefully sketched green leaf, thus maintaining a dying light of life. Isn't such a lie enough to impress people?
A lie from parents makes the child's face bright as a flower; The teacher's lies make the wandering students no longer confused and grow better; The doctor's lies make the fearful patient move from destruction to rebirth. ...
If confession is a mistake, I choose lies.
If telling the truth, being frank and being reckless is a kind of harm, I choose lies.
If it's for yourself or others to stop suffering and sadness, what's wrong with a little more lies?
Choose for yourself! Not so good! Ask for adoption! ! !