Rule 1: In this life, you will never miss a person's life again. Maybe you will.
In the sea of people, we know each other, but we can't be together. Looking back suddenly, I found that the person who died by mistake was the one you wanted to hold hands with all your life.
In this life, I will never miss it again. I missed it, but I can't go back to the original point.
You miss those who love you, and some people will miss those who love you deeply.
Passing by, you may lose a lifetime of happiness.
So, when you have it, take it and don't miss it.
I deeply understand this, so I have the courage to tell you that I don't want to miss you and happiness again.
Experienced ups and downs of emotional twists and turns, deep pain, crying for a long time. Heart, also gradually died in pain. No longer believe in so-called love. No longer believe in imaginary happiness. So, in the middle of the night, I wrote the words of crying. Warm your heart with these small words that won't betray your feelings. In the dark, I quietly looked around in the ocean of words, looking for a moment to touch myself. Maybe just a momentary touch will make you burst into tears.
And this time, you are heartbroken for me, for my words, for my scars. You are crying quietly.
You know I'm in pain, you know I'm hurt, you know I cry helplessly in the middle of the night. So, you approached me carefully, trying to warm me and heal me with your heart.
So the separated hand was picked up again.
A few years of love is like a thousand years of reincarnation.
The sunshine in the eyes gradually brightened, and the sky was no longer a gray color. The faint cloud, in my heart, is soft, gentle and pure. The lilacs on the roadside are smiling at me gently, dressing up my mood with its sweet breath. I started laughing again, and began to jump briskly on the road like a child. My hair tips, jumping with cheerful notes, float to the pure blue sky with the long-lost relaxation.
Everything, because my heart is full of your words: I guessed the beginning, but I didn't guess the end.
In this life, I will never miss you again, so I will never miss my happiness again.
Chapter 2: This time, I don't miss the warm weather, naturally caressing my cheeks and smelling the sparse fragrance. I felt a wonderful sense of joy, snuggling up to M and grinning. But I can't predict what my future will be.
While reading a book, the teacher suddenly remembered the small host competition a few days ago-no one has signed up yet, but the competition will be held this afternoon. Speaking of it, it is very strange in the class that few people sign up for those activities and events, and they always have to wait until the teacher urges them. The teacher said anxiously, "Raise your hand if you want to participate!" At the moment, my heart is extremely contradictory and painful, and this feeling is really unparalleled. Going? Hosting in front of people? Me, may I? Do I have courage? However, if I don't go, I obviously want to exercise and change myself. My deskmate smiled and urged me to raise my hand, and the students behind me also pushed my arm to let me sign up. To put it simply, I gritted my teeth, raised my hand feebly, and shrank in the crowd, trembling slightly. Unexpectedly, the registration was very enthusiastic, which obviously exceeded the required number. The teacher decided to show it in class at noon. At this moment, my heart seemed to touch the electricity and trembled violently. Oh, my God, introduce yourself in front of your classmates and read this article? Although I was scared, I waited until noon.
By noon, four or five students had quit, and if I quit, it got stuck in my mouth. I wanted to say it, but I didn't give up the opportunity. Every minute has a great touch on me. However, God is kind, because of time, the game was postponed. I also had a lot of time to prepare, so I bit my head and carefully wrote a self-introduction manuscript. From time to time, I saw an embarrassing scene in front of the podium, and I was sweating behind. Time flies, and it is the seventh class of the official competition, and the competition in our class has not yet started. The teacher was in a hurry, shouting who wants to attend and act quickly. An unexpected scene appeared, and the whole class gave up their rights in fear. No one dares to stand in front of the teacher and the podium. There was a wave of ups and downs in my heart. This time, it was obviously stronger than the first time. I suddenly remembered the frustration of missing the calligraphy competition; Remember the sadness of missing the painting competition; Remembering the regret of missing the typing contest ... past mistakes came into my eyes together. What is supporting me? Hold my hand high.
The teacher eagerly called me over, and my heart was relieved. It happened that the school was showing a unified program, so I stood in front of the teacher and whispered the words I had mastered. The teacher nodded approvingly and said with a smile, "OK, OK, OK. Go back first. " I breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then took part in the competition with several other students. In the bright and spacious amphitheatre, I naturally smiled. What am I afraid of after those struggles?
The sun is still shining, and my smile is still shining. Just at the moment, it has a deep connotation. This time, I seized the opportunity, and this time, I won't miss it again!
Chapter 3: Don't miss life again. There are always many misses, leaving many regrets. Some people have a chance to remedy if they miss it, and some people will never have a chance to remedy if they miss it, so this regret leaves people with that kind of unforgettable pain.
It has been eight years since my father left me. In the past eight years, I can only sit in front of my father's grave again and again, brooding over how my father was buried under the loess, recalling the scenes I missed before his death and chatting about my thoughts.
Working outside all the year round, I finally returned to my hometown to reunite with my parents. On New Year's Eve, my father wants to sit around a stove with me and say something I haven't seen for many days. He wants to know whether my work has improved or regressed. He wants me to listen to his wishes. He wants me to accompany him while peeling peanuts and drinking wine. However, I can't help but encourage my neighbors to go out and play mahjong with them, leaving my father speechless by the fire. ...
Later, my father wanted me to give him a birthday party in the city to congratulate him on his seventieth birthday, so as to make him happy. I might as well celebrate his birthday in the country, because the houses in the city are dilapidated. When the new house in my city is newly renovated, I can't give him a birthday party anymore. This is exactly the old saying-the tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it.
Now, in my past years, I have missed more than that.
When I went to visit Xinmatai, I refused to go with my mother on the pretext of organizing a group trip. By the time I have the opportunity to take my mother around Beijing and Shanghai, my old and sick mother can't stand long-distance travel.
How many birds chirp in the morning, how many rosy clouds fill the sky at dusk, and how many quiet nights with bright moonlight? I want to walk along the cobblestone path with my wife who has been with me for more than 20 years, wandering by the breezy lake, and cherish the romantic time when we were young. However, the heavy teaching year after year made me break my word again and again in front of my wife. Now, once elegant, she has become bloated. She once had beautiful hair and was covered with silver. Once we lived together day and night, and rushed to two cities for a living.
I remember my son when I was a child. Every Sunday, he always clamored for his father to take him to the park to drive a bumper car and take a slide, but I broke my word again and again and brushed my son's good pleasure. Now, my grown-up son is no longer naive, and I am no longer the strong guy who walks as fast as flying. Now, neither of us can go back to the past.
"Don't protest against the past, but you can still chase it." I only hope that in the future, I won't miss:
Mother's birthday is coming, don't miss the blessings from afar;
The wife is seriously ill in bed and no longer misses sincere comfort;
When his son's career is frustrated, he won't miss that kind of enthusiastic encouragement;
When you make an unintentional mistake, you will no longer miss timely reflection;
Don't miss it again, the true feelings of the world.
Never miss the beauty of the years.
Chapter four: The "scenery" that I no longer miss is fleeting year after year. The only constant is still changing ... "With this familiar melody, I recall my classmates and teachers who lived together in primary school for six years, and those past events that have become beautiful memories, and I can't help but burst into tears.
The homework in Chinese class is too difficult for me to understand, which makes me interested in exploring topics. But it didn't go as smoothly as I thought. However, with the help of the teacher, I solved the problem. Then I picked up a pen and wrote some answers that I didn't understand. This topic is really difficult, which reminds me of the ancient champion in To the Champion.
I don't know how to say the difficulty of this topic. Once again, I fell into nervous thinking. ...
At noon, my classmates and I took a walk on the playground. The mood is no longer tense but comfortable. We took a leisurely walk, hoping to be more relaxed, but forgot to look at the scenery representing the friendship between classmates.
Go to the shade, relax and sit down, and you will see a vibrant scene. At this time, I suddenly realized that I only cared about my academic performance and the games we played together, but I missed too many beautiful scenery. Looking up at the mottled light and shadow coming through the leaves, I fell into meditation: when I grew up, I recalled my primary school life, only those problems in my grades and studies. Did I miss too many tourist attractions?
Day after day, I struggled to run on my academic performance and chased among my classmates, but I forgot-forgot those precious and beautiful "scenery".
If you miss it, you can only miss it. Now you can't miss those beautiful "scenery".
Article 5: If you meet, you will never miss it again.
If you meet, you will never miss it again!
-"Post-80s" movie slogan
Yes, don't miss it!
In this life, the biggest headache is emotional problems. Life curve twists and turns, looking back on the past, the past is in the memory of the impression, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. Those who rush through your life, those grasslands that have been infiltrated by love in your heart, and a precious emotion to remember the lost time, but we will eventually miss this person (her) who can accompany you for life. It is inevitable that there will be some sighs. In the dance of our soul, it passes like a meteor, and the story of time is swaying like a boat. When the sour tears in the corner of our eyes were brushed away, we changed our eyes. It turns out that beauty and happiness can be grasped at any time in the process of constantly searching up and down in our lives. It's just that we didn't pay attention at the time. No matter how beautiful it is, it can only flow eastward and never return …
Life is a long road, driven by survival and ideals. We are always changing everything around us, including the environment, work, personality, hobbies and even our own good state. May be the temptation of honor and wealth, we have to bid farewell to some people for a period of time to pursue the ideal aura. The times are changing all the time, and our thoughts and behaviors should keep pace with the times. In the Garden of Eden of love, new ideas have influenced us and kept us away from the original beliefs, promises and vows, because these are the needs of the situation in Aunt Qiong Yao's romance novels. In reality, we don't even have the courage to face our future destiny. Therefore, we often pass by some people. Until we are old enough to talk about marriage, we will inevitably keep recalling and comparing, and suddenly find that all the people who can be together for a lifetime have left us. Despair, is God playing tricks on people, or people like to guess fate. As the saying goes, "Fate is something that exists when spoken, but does not exist when spoken." Love is coming, so cherish it and don't miss the happiness at your fingertips. Once lost, we can only let memories fill empty feelings and regret for the missing lover for life.
If you meet the right person and can live in harmony, whether it is simple or complicated, don't hesitate. After hesitation, he (she) may become her (his) person. Don't pursue material comforts too much, and don't think about your noble spirit. The perfect man is on Mars, and there is no perfect life on earth. Just be rich, poor and happy. Usually, some fantasies in life will confuse our eyes, so our road to love is full of thorns and bumps. what is love ? I think no one can give a perfect standard answer. Just like our lives are different, there is no uniform standard, and the only thing we can do is to cherish the existing true love. For the future full of question marks, neither you nor I can predict its specific form. Only God knows the answer, and God won't tell you the answer easily, so don't be fooled by the illusion, so that "a moment that should last forever is just in vain at that moment".
It is true that with the constant changes of our world outlook, outlook on life and values, our view of love is also changing. If everyone looks at themselves and the people around them, you will find that many people often lose themselves when they miss love, so they are unhappy and can't find the direction of life. Each of us has a beautiful original intention in our hearts, but with the evolution of the surrounding environment, we have gone beyond our own track. Once a person loses his firm belief, he loses his energy and motivation, and there is nothing to pursue his ideals, let alone the capital for happiness. Love may become a flash in the pan in life at any time. When one day we find a problem and try to remedy the loss caused by our mistakes, it is the same year after year, and people are different year after year.
In the face of those who miss in life, we should have a grateful attitude. They let us know that happiness is hard to come by. It's time for introspection. Don't miss the right person again Don't let past regrets devour your painful heart. Time flies, people are not long. "Your own should be your own" is the confidence of those fools. If you don't take the initiative to fight for it, you will have a chance. What is fate? Fate is determined by nature and is self-seeking. Fate is that the old man pulls strings for you, and happiness depends on yourself. There will be no pie in the sky, and there will be no good marriage for no reason in the world. God gave it to man-made. We should all strive for and cherish, and don't miss the faithful partner who can "hold your hand and grow old with your son".
I hope that lovers in the world will meet and don't miss it again!