I just saw it from the Internet. Although the rhetoric is not so gorgeous and there are still some shortcomings, it is indeed very good and very touching. Am I actually a "thief"?
"You sadly said Looking at your hair in the mirror, do you know who stole the black inside? You touch the flesh on your face anxiously, do you know who stole the red inside?"
" Your back begins to bend, like a bent willow tree. Do you know who is holding a bow there? There is more and more phlegm in your mouth, and you huff and puff every day. Do you know who has set up a bellows in your throat? ?"
He is your son, an unfilial son, a son who lies to you all day long and has no integrity at all.
You are getting older and your green hair turns to white hair, but I have always regarded it as the continuation of life on the timeline. Later I discovered that it was your honesty towards your son that made you older, while my honesty towards you had already been stolen and sold by me, and I turned out to be a thief?
You always hope that your son will succeed, " "Son, I believe in your strength." I don't know how many times these words echoed in my ears.
When you came back from get off work, you looked at me sitting in front of the desk and said, "Son, take a break, relax, don't be too tired." But you don't know that your son just listened to the "Video Channel" After enjoying it for half a morning, if you don’t believe it, if you touch it, the TV is still hot.
But you have never touched it, because of your letter to me. And I have never regretted it, because I have secretly sold my sincerity to you.
So, you work harder because your son cheated you and made you happy; then your face becomes much paler; then I am more like a thief.
I looked through the diary on the table and suddenly found that one page seemed to have been erased. I began to suspect that you had peeked at my secret, so I yelled at you. You had nothing to say, and your back began to hunched over again. When I was happily congratulating myself on finding the "real culprit", my brother said that he got over it himself. I am speechless, you are speechless, and the lost integrity has become a barrier. But I know very well that this is not your fault, it is my true nature as a "thief".
Today, I was sent to the examination room by you again, and you still said: "Son, I believe you!" But this time I honestly said: "I will try my best." So here I am "In prison" I wrote a confession, a self-examination, and a chapter of confession. I just want to find my lost integrity and make up for my mistakes. I don’t want to be a thief again, never.
The 15-minute bell just rang, and I seemed to see you standing at the door, with your expectant eyes.
But do you know that the moment my son walked out of here, he was no longer a thief.
The integrity lost in the past may always be a deficit that will never be repaid in a lifetime. The autumn wind carries my heart and soul, the autumn wind carries my love, the autumn wind flutters the fallen leaves, and the autumn comes to me unknowingly. The autumn wind must know what is on my mind. Although I don’t have the style of autumn; maybe, I don’t have the connotation of autumn wind, but autumn wind seems to understand my heart better. I am always rippling in the autumn wind, I am always lingering in the autumn wind, I am always intoxicated in the autumn wind. In my eyes, the autumn wind is generous, free and subtle. In a sense, the autumn wind seems to contain all the beauty of time. She can make people forget the troubles of the world, comfort the lonely and sad people, and make them more mature; she can blow the horn of progress for the frustrated people, so that people no longer worry about the bumps on the road... Qiu It gives the impression that there is no decoration and no concealment. Although there is a slight sadness and a faint feeling, she makes many lonely people feel like they are "reduced to the end of the world". The lingering love of autumn rain is like the talk of an old friend, or the talk of a close friend, in which the harmonious harmony lies. I like the lingering feeling of autumn rain, I like the whispering like autumn rain, I like walking under the autumn rain, and I like thinking about my own thoughts in the autumn rain. Perhaps, the autumn rain gives me the feeling: "I am not surprised, watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; I have no intention of staying or leaving, watching the clouds roll and relax in the sky." Autumn is a season of lovesickness, and every ripple of the autumn wind will stir up endless emotions in my heart. . Let your dreams fly in the breeze; look at the autumn rain and smile like a song; smell the faint fragrance of chrysanthemum and get drunk like a dreamland. The attachment to autumn is a bit overwhelming, I hate that autumn cannot last forever, and I love autumn and come back again. Autumn also reincarnates like the four seasons. Time is like water, and autumn will eventually go away. I have been sad, but also have to say goodbye. In this way, autumn always comes quietly and leaves quietly. I will always let myself be calm and peaceful in the autumn wind. The beauty and movingness of autumn will make me mature, make me less impetuous and more calm in the days to come, and make me look at the world from a more rational and mature perspective. I hope the autumn wind can dry every dark and humid corner, I hope the autumn rain can wash away every ordinary and small dust, I hope the lingering autumn wind allows passionate people to enjoy the warmth of autumn forever. The autumn wind carries dreams, flying in your own sky; the autumn wind carries feelings, taking root and sprouting in your own soil! I like the autumn wind, I like the autumn clouds, I like the high sky and light clouds in autumn, and I like the thoughts and expectations of autumn.
Autumn gives people the impression that there is no decoration and no concealment. Although there is a slight sadness and a faint feeling, she makes many lonely people feel like they are "reduced to the end of the world". The lingering love of autumn rain is like the talk of an old friend, or the talk of a close friend, in which the harmonious harmony lies. I like the lingering feeling of autumn rain, I like the whispering like autumn rain, I like walking under the autumn rain, and I like thinking about my own thoughts in the autumn rain. Perhaps, the autumn rain gives me the feeling: "I am not surprised, watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; I have no intention of staying or leaving, watching the clouds roll and relax in the sky. Autumn is a season of lovesickness, and every ripple of the autumn wind will stir up endless emotions in my heart. . Let your dreams fly in the breeze; smile like a song while looking at the faint autumn rain; smell the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums and feel like a dreamland. I can't help but feel that autumn cannot last forever, and love for autumn will come back again. Just like the four seasons, the years are like water, and autumn has to go eventually. There have been sorrows, and we have to say goodbye. In this way, autumn always comes quietly and leaves quietly. I will always let myself be calm and peaceful in the autumn wind. . The beauty and movingness of autumn will make me mature, make me less impetuous and more calm in the days to come, and will make me look at the world with a more rational and mature perspective. I hope the autumn wind can dry up every day. In a dark and humid corner, I hope that the autumn rain can wash away every ordinary and small dust. I hope that the lingering autumn wind will allow passionate people to enjoy the warmth of autumn until forever. The autumn wind will carry dreams and fly in their own sky. ; The autumn wind is full of emotions, taking root and sprouting in its own soil! I like the autumn wind, I like the autumn clouds, I like the high sky and clear clouds in autumn, and I like the thoughts and expectations of autumn. The autumn wind is also in my heart. A kind of beauty, a kind of beauty of life! The silvery moonlight shines on the ground, and the sad sound of crickets is everywhere. The fragrance of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net, covering all the scenery. Everything that the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter whether it is a plant or a tree, it is not as realistic as it is in the daytime. They all have a vague and illusory color, and each one hides its own meaning. Every detail keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling.