"Meet your other truest self in the best of times." I would love to meet myself ten years later. That time myself should be beautiful! I am full of longing for that kind of self. Here is the other me in the world Essay 10 I hope you will like it!
Another Me in the World Essay 1
Since I was a child, I have believed that there is another me in the world.
She, with the same face as me; she, with the same experience as me; she, with the same fate as me. But where exactly is she? I longed to meet her, longed to know her.
Until one day, she appeared in my life, she can not see and touch, but she lives in my heart. In my loneliness, she will relieve my boredom; in my depression, she will talk to me; in my despair, she will give me hope. But she seems to be a two-faced person, in the "true goodness and beauty" and "false evil and ugly" between the non-stop conversion, this change always make me caught off guard, and even feel panicked. This panic time and time again made me feel exhausted. Under the double pressure of pressure and blows, under the double temptation of profit and honor, the "true goodness and beauty" in my heart will be transformed into "false goodness and ugliness". In order to achieve the goal, at any cost, using all kinds of means. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.
She also often argued with me. When I tried to do good, she turned into an evil little angel. All sorts of bad consequences that could happen were brought out and said all over the place. But when I had some bad thoughts inside me, she was the good guy. All sorts of teachings were spewed out like a torrent of water in a continuous stream. The inner dispute made me become hesitant and gradually became broken.
She was also a person who yearned for freedom. There is nothing wrong with yearning for freedom, but as long as there is a moment of not watching her and indulging her, she will make irreparable mistakes. Some people say that life is a game, but the game also has rules, everyone must abide by the rules of the game. If you are not the "VIP" players of the game, then do not think to violate the rules, otherwise there is only a "dead end". Never use "wanting to be free" as an excuse to break the rules. "The world is a big place and I want to see it!" This is a resignation report which has recently been honored as "the most literary". If a person does not have enough capital, then want to go to see the world is simply talking about a dream. Society is realistic and cruel. The competition in the examination room, the competition in the workplace, life is always in the competition.
Want to win the game without relying on hard work is impossible. Only by putting in the effort, putting in the practice, and being honest with others, can we achieve success. Try to be creative again after getting your feet wet. After learning to walk before trying to run, otherwise it will only fall worse.
Some people say that the most difficult thing in the world is to overcome oneself. Human growth is a process of challenge with the self. When I understood all this, I realized that the other me in the world is myself, and she is both my friend and my enemy.
The Other Me in the World Essay Part II
We are like two melodies in a song, running and following, spinning and jumping, seemingly never to linger on the same keys, but can ensemble to make gorgeous music. The notes I left behind were attached to her as beautiful chords, and the phrases she left behind were continued by me as a glorious movement. That's how we are, as if we are the same soul, just standing in different places looking away from each other. As long as the heart is together, it is enough.
--Title
--What are the chances of meeting a soulmate who is so similar to you that you seem to be another one?
- Zero point zero zero zero one percent?
--No, I think it's a very small chance that I've run into one.
The girl I'm talking about who knows more about me than I know about myself is actually a very ordinary person. Maybe she's getting ready to take out her books for class right now, maybe she's sitting in front of her computer typing, maybe she's shaking an ice cube from her Coke and listening to music, or maybe she's thinking about me just the same.
I don't know any of this. But when I'm doing that, I think about whether she's doing the same thing far away in Guangxi.
That's right, she is in Guangxi, our acquaintance is naturally through the network. From a sentence of virtual signals cobbled together words, but I seem to be able to see a flesh and blood person appeared in front of me. She waved her hand at me, smiled at me, and said softly, "Hello".
She is the only person who understands me.
When I first met her, I had the feeling that I was returning to an old friend. Her every word can make me produce great **** Ming. Gradually familiar with each other and understand more, that "the world of another me" image is also more and more clear, as if it is to explore the issue in general, each step will be closer to the truth.
And then, as if by accident, but actually in reason, we realized that we are really very similar people.
When the "non-mainstream" started to sweep across the Internet, she told me that those would eventually be eliminated by history. I agree.
In the soap opera in the TV endless broadcast, I told her that the plot of those vulgar disgusting. She agreed.
She deleted all the bad songs from my music library and recommended a lot of clear and bright music.
In her homework problems will be online to give me a message, I can re-open the first year of the textbook and then carefully review again after slowly tell her to listen.
In my sad and depressing mood, she will bear for me to think for me to stand in my point of view to quietly examine this matter and then accurately tell me what should be done now.
When she hears me ask a question, she will think very carefully, and then when I forget, she will tell me the answer.
When I was shopping, I would watch out for her favorite things, and if I found them, I would buy them without hesitation and prepare to mail them to her.
At the end of the day, we almost hit it off, and if I like the new anime release, she must like it; if she hates the novels, I must hate them. Sometimes I have not said the words in my heart will be her to see understand, sometimes her thoughts even if a simple sentence will be my guess probably. Even so, we will not because of the don't see through too much and uncomfortable, at least I will feel the happiness of being understood and touched.
This is a true friendship.
There is no hook, no falsehood, no face set behind a set. I always close myself very tightly in real life, but in front of her can show the most true side. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.
We are very transparent with each other.
I used to agree that online dating was unreliable, but that all changed when I met her. The virtual signals of airwaves and sub-hides, of numbers and symbols, were transported from one end of China to the other, and then merged into a gushing river of curiosity about the future we had been so anxious about.
We felt it was bright from the bottom of our hearts.
Then, the other me in the world, dear Jiang Xue.
What are you thinking about now?
I seem to hear a soft, clear voice from you in the underworld -
- I often think that if we were reincarnated, we would **** enjoy the same life and live forever.
Another Me in the World Essay Part 3
The dusk in the sky blew a gust of June wind, the sun took off its beautiful colorful cloak in the sky, and gradually darkened, and the sky, like paper dipped in oil, shook and shivered and leaked out a few sparse stars.
Since I was a child, my father held me in his hands and sent me into that wonderful thermostat. There is no wind and rain, but there are flowers, there is the earth, there are sweets, there are beautiful dreams ...... through the glass at any time you can see your concerned eyes have been guarding me, so that I can rest assured with Shuyue sleep.
From a young age, I was like a child with a basket stepping over the seashore, always stepping on your footprints to pick up the carefully arranged shells. I have no opinion, your protection so that my wings grow softer and softer, so that fearless me more and more self-serving, looking at the ocean like, a child ignorant and fearless, but to appreciate the beauty of her never thought about the disaster of the wind and rain
Flowers in the greenhouse to grow back to the land, the nest to be fed by the birds to feed their own to go to feed eventually.
I don't know what I want to do, I don't know what I am like, and I don't have any idea about the future, maybe it's because the world is too strange for me, or rather, I am too strange for the world.
Until one day with a basket on the beach wild child finally was attacked by the waves beat down, lost the basket, lost the beautiful shells. The sky is dark, get up to look for the way home, can not find those footprints, those footprints have long been taken away by the waves of the sea this is he realized that all the beauty of the dream is the original sea is not only breathtaking wonders. She did not dare to look at everything around her, the sea wind whistled past, forcing her to curl up and burrow into the sand Sese shivered all night.
The next morning's sunlight, gently sprinkled on the surface of the sea shimmering, but also sprinkled on her face dancing, and only then she opened her eyes to see this ocean, in fact, is also very beautiful, the waves one by one to hit with sand in the cracks of her toes and slipped away, she smiled.
Strong protection cut off her gaze, forever guarding a piece of pure land in the greenhouse glass room, locking her heart there, unable to see outside. Until one day the fisherman took away this and the glass room forced her to accept it all, the beauty and the ugliness, very moving and very scary. Little by little to accept, broaden the vision to look across the whole sea, she saw the whole sea, joyful hands and feet.
A me in this world, may you open the closed eyes to see the whole world, the children of the seaside, do not just keep that basket of shells, look at the whole sea.
The other me in the world essay article four
That day, after school. It rained as soon as the bell rang, and the rain started out as a drizzle. But the more it fell, the bigger it got, and after a while, it was pouring.
The legs of my pants were wet, and I bent down with difficulty, holding the umbrella with my head, and rolled up the legs of my pants. I had no choice but to walk to the bookstore next door to get out of the rain.
I didn't go into the bookstore because I didn't want to trample it wet and not buy anyone else's books. I put my umbrella away and leaned against the window and put it away.
I turned my head and saw a girl flipping through The Catcher in the Rye. That's a book I've always wanted to buy, but I don't have the money. I looked at the girl in surprise. It was clear that this girl was me. Her eyebrows, eyes, chin, and nose were exactly the same as mine. Even a black mole in my eyebrow can be found on her face. You may ask if I am seeing my own shadow.
But what could possibly be, the bookstore was brightly lit, while outside it was full of dark clouds. It can't be my reflection. Everyone, it's easy to think of someone else in their mind.
But it's hard to think of yourself. It is always felt that one cannot think of one's own appearance. Only when you look in the mirror can you be sure that it is you. I was sure that it was a girl who looked
exactly like me, but not me. She was also wearing the uniform of Southwest Second High School. I looked at the girl for a moment. Only to see her, put down her book, turn around, drown in the crowd, and disappear. And I was too late to catch up with her. I stayed out of the rain for two hours, but I didn't see her come out. So I went home.
I was confused, I hadn't even seen her before. Could it be a twin?
So, I asked my mom and dad again and again if my mom had lost my twin sister or sister. But mom said no. I went back to ask my dad. Dad also said no. But, I asked and asked. I didn't stop until they were about to beat me up. But I don't stop there.
I watched every student in Southwest Second Middle School very carefully every day, trying to find that back that was the same as mine. Unfortunately, ah, only after that sighting, I never saw it again. I began to suspect a little that the girl I saw that day was an illusion.
Until that day. I finally saved enough money. I took the money and ran to the bookstore to buy a book. When I paid, I said happily to the boss that I finally bought the book. The boss looked at me and said doubtfully, "Didn't you buy the last book, The Catcher in the Rye, that day?"
I get it, the world. Everyone has another self. But the other person doesn't even know there is another self. Like a coin, A can never see B. And, I am blessed to see my B. Bless you, the other me in the world.
The Other Me in the World Essay #5
Sometimes it's quiet
"You're such a quiet girl," someone praised.
Sometimes, very nervous
"I'm the only one who knows how crazy you are." Someone commented.
Sometimes, very two-faced
"You're so two-faced, it's hard to see through." Others 'praised'
Sometimes, very strong
"Cultured, it's scary, we don't talk on the day you're on duty" certain people promised
Sometimes, very hardworking
"Wake up at five o'clock every day, go to bed early, and don't do your homework at night" said a loved one
Sometimes it hurts
"It's okay, everything will go away, and the sun will shine on everyone" said the world's other self to himself.
I'm confident, I'm crazy, I'm quiet, I'm sad, I'm changeable, I'm just me, just everyone is just unique.
Recognize yourself, just do not want to lose yourself, down-to-earth, step by step.
One day, I will find another self in the world, just because they say, "Where do you get the confidence?" The "I believe" in my heart.
Another Me in the World Essay Part 6
"The banyan tree outside the door of my old house has gained another ring of years. The firewood stacked in the corner fades into the warmth of the fireplace ." -My Reverie of Time
I lay quietly on the table, my face pressed against the notebook, and my thoughts drifted through the air, slowly flowing out the window. The winter in the south is not as snowy as it is written in the books, and those romantic scents have not sprouted. But. Her characteristic warmth and tenderness lingers in everyone's heart. I believe that the children who are chasing and playing in the square outside the window also treasure this winter fun!
Memory rolls in the mind, perhaps many years ago, such a picture has been fixed in the brain, the only difference is that the protagonist of the picture is me. That a touch of innocent smile, against how much cold wind; that a pair of clear withdrawal of the eyes, overcame how much snow and ice; that a beautiful childhood, take away how much time? How much time has been taken away? And you, and where to hide?
From time to time, I fantasize that there is another me in the world, doing the opposite of me.
I am well-behaved, she is naughty.
When I was writing in the classroom, she was collecting specimens in the bushes;
I was the pearl in the palm of my parents' hands, and she was a worthless straw in the eyes of her family.
When I stayed in bed with my hazel eyes open, she was bracing herself to prepare breakfast.
I was a good student in the eyes of my teachers, and she was a bad child in their eyes.
When I proudly accepted the teacher's praise, she was angrily scolded by the teacher to hang down her proud head.
Immersed in fantasy, violently realizing the difference between excellence and mediocrity in the path of life, and desperately grasping at the present, admonishing myself that I must not be replaced by another me in the world.
But with the cry, "You've changed!" I realized that I had gone off the intended track and the other me in the world had eaten into my soul. Mom and Dad said I had become willful, my friends said I had become silent, and my teachers said I had become timid. Started to use the kind of exquisite notebook, record a restless heart; began to frequently look in the mirror, looking forward to a lovely face, began to be keen on the trend, dress up ignorant of their own ...... All the "beginning" are like escaping from the tower door of the elves, unscrupulously The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
I seem to be caught in the whirlpool of youth, lost in the fork in the road of life.
It was a dream at the crossroads.
In the dream, I met with another me in the world. She said, "Darling, you've misunderstood me!" I looked at her dumbfounded - first place in the National Specimen Atlas Competition? Advanced Independent? Good laborer? A straight-A student? She took my hand and said, "Everyone has another me in the world. Give them worry when they are complacent, give them good examples when they are stagnant. I love that! You must understand!"
When I woke up, I saw a ray of bright sunshine, adulterated with a full of hope. Push open the window, it is already a spring. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the first time I saw the first time I saw the second time. Mom came into the room, an arm around me, similar blood between mother and daughter are boiling. I know, belong to my train has once again on the track, is heading to the bright future!
There was another me in the world in the car, wasn't there?
Another Me in the World Essay Part VII
One day, after the cram school, my mom and I walked on the way home.
It was autumn, and the wind was a little cooler, and the leaves on the trees were trying to seize the last chance to "rustle" in response to the sharp autumn wind. A few leaves did not hold out, jumped out of the tree in advance, just landed on the ground but was blown away by another gust of wind.
Fascinated by this, I looked in the direction of the leaves, and instead of finding them, I saw an old woman with gray hair, a spine bent in an incredible position, and a thin figure wearing a not-so-new cotton shirt. Step by step, slowly, slowly, she walked.
Seeing this scene, in front of my eyes like a movie flashed a scene of my grandmother and me: Grandma with her hand after a lifetime of labor lovingly touched my head; every time I sweetly shouted "Grandma", she will reveal the gratification and happiness of the smile; Grandma with a palm full of what she thought of as "good things". "good things" stuffed me, asked me to eat; every time before leaving the grandmother's embrace nose and sour, I have not yet had time to pay proper tribute to grandpa, grandma it, they have been forever and ever left this world.
What about the old man in front of me? She is not every year is also looking forward to the children and grandchildren to come back to visit her, is not also the "good things" are divided to the grandchildren, is not every time she did not have a good talk with the children words, they have to embark on the return journey? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I never thought of it this way before. I've never thought of it that way before. Sometimes when I see an old rag-picker outside, I either look at them with disdain, or I avoid them because I think they're too dirty. I spent very little time with my grandma and grandpa. I was brought up by my grandma and grandpa, and they returned to Qingdao when I was three years old and in kindergarten. During this period, they also came to Shanghai for a short stay from time to time, and in addition to loving and caring for me, they also gave me a lot of advice, but I was quite disgusted by their nagging. Maybe it was because at that time I had not experienced the pain of losing a loved one, and at that time I sometimes secretly disdained the "good things" that my grandparents gave me, and sometimes I secretly disliked them for being slow. It was a long time before I realized that the original feeling of losing a loved one, like the house obviously still have his smell, but this person will never come back.
Later, when I saw the old man on the street again, I felt an inexplicable sadness and compassion. It's a sadness, but it's more of a heartache and an apology, I guess. I also try to talk to my grandma and grandpa once a week on the phone, greetings and care about them; go to Qingdao and grandpa together to the supermarket shopping, I am picking the heavy lift, do not let grandpa tired.
Thanks to the old man I met on the street! I met her and met another self a self I like more.
Another Me in the World Essay Part VIII
I, ugly, short, low self-esteem and sensitive. In the class, basically there is no sense of existence, every section of the next class a person sitting in the seat of the person is me, every day to go to school after school a person alone to and from the dormitory, the classroom between the person is also me, and only me.
It seems that no one has ever noticed me, as if they can't see me. Every time I look at other students playing together, said today and what gossip, noisy teacher today's dress, too much homework, too difficult to my heart surged a burst of envy, more is to look down after the self-deprecating: "Come on, and not the first time to see, what is good to be envious of, who let himself ugly it, people are ugly have to read more ah! "
But no one knows that I am actually a god in a certain circle, known for being mysterious and funny.
I am particularly well liked in the circle, usually randomly post something, there are countless likes and retweets, randomly bubble in the group, will cause a brush-screen reply.
This is a far cry from the situation I usually find myself in in reality. It's something I wouldn't even dare to think about in reality, it's all so beautiful, so beautiful it's unreal. It is like a dream, the dream woke up, everything in this world did not disappear.
That day I happened to go to the supermarket to buy things, halfway bored to open the phone to turn over the group's chat records, found that they are in the hair of their own coordinates, looking at it seems to be very fun, I also casually sent their own coordinates, immediately after the group on the boiling.
Kiki: Wow wow wow wow, Jiu your coordinates are so close to me! I'm coming to find you! Wait!
Donkey: Jiu I'll be at your coordinates in three minutes! Don't go! I'll be able to see Jiu's true colors soon, so I'm excited!
Short side: from now on, the mystery of Ah Jiu no longer exists
and so on and so forth. I'm a bit confused, when did it become so convenient to meet online friends? If I see my real person, can I still stay in the circle?
Just as a wind blew, the leaves rustled, and a few leaves floated down, silently. The supermarket in the distance was full of people, and there was only one young girl playing with her cell phone with her head down at the bus stop under the tree.
I turned around silently and walked around the corner when the vibration of my cell phone reminded me of a new message. Tapping it, it was a message like this: met Jiu, so cute in person! The picture is of the young girl on the bus stop with her head down playing with her phone.
"Met another me?" I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. "Maybe that's the wonder of this world!" Then I sent a [goodbye] emoji, there were too many goodbyes in this virtual world, and I didn't want to do the same. I turned around and went into a dark alley, which was long and narrow.
Maybe I should go and meet another self, a better self.
Another Me in the World Essay Part IX
The wind blew through the fall, the sky is high, birds and flowers, the sun is so gentle, not hot and not dry, just right; purple violet flowers bloom randomly and also romantic. Sitting by the window, sitting in a comfortable and tranquil posture, recalling the former self.
The depths of the dust, falling into the painting, smoke and rain as a dream, the flow of years as flowers. The most beautiful thing is to penetrate the time to meet another self.
NO.1 Past
Turning over the yellowed albums, gazing at those old photos, the past will be like a tide of collision in the thoughts. The past is a little strange and tender in the gradual emergence of their own.
Among all the photos, a clear moon appeared in my eyes. On the back of that photo is labeled 2006 Mid-Autumn Night. It instantly reminded me of that moonlit night, that event, that self.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, we had a family reunion and enjoyed the moon under the pear tree in the courtyard after dinner. The moon was very big and round that day. Suddenly I do not know who asked me a sentence: "children, you think the moon like what" and then everyone also coaxed me to say, I was a little strange, replied: "the moon like the moon can be like what!" Suddenly, everyone stopped talking, as if in deep thought, but also as if they did not agree with my point of view, in short, the atmosphere is a bit stiff, no one said anything. The highly educated aunt seemed to summarize, said: "Yes, the moon is like the moon, what else can it be like, we so-called adults sometimes have to think of things in the most difficult place, but will always ignore the essence of his inner ah, sometimes we are not as good as a child na''. The others nodded in agreement. In honor of that moon it was taken.
The former self is always childish, but occasionally flashes the light of a wise man.
NO.2 Now
Looking at my once childish self in the photo, I couldn't help but think of my present self again. Now I have become a young girl in the pavilion, I no longer milky voice to speak, but spit out the words clearly, reasoned to tell. I am growing up, and constantly enrich themselves, but also lost the childlike innocence, the body has gradually had the shadow of an adult, there is a heavy yoke - the responsibility shouldered on the body. But this is not the growth of the price to cope with?
But I have never felt sad or depressed, because there are gains and losses in growth, not to withstand the blows of the wind and rain, how can I achieve a good self? The past once will become a warm place in my memories, so that I do not lose my heart. I will also take that pure heart, bravely go on.
Looking back, meet another self - that childlike and simple self.
Another Me in the World Essay Part X
I long to meet another self
Summer night cicadas, the breeze gusts, looking at the lighted yellowish street lamps, set off the ink black of the night. The night is also deep, you can hear the footsteps of the hour hand without haste. At this time, I long to meet another self.
How should she be?
In the morning, people are still wandering in the dream world, the sun is still unable to sprawl out in front of the window to write a stroke dedicated to it. She got up early, she took her music, she took her dreams, and she went out for a run.
Sweat moistened her hair, and lap after lap was tedium calling. She smiled, knowing that the outcome would be good.
After breakfast, she went out and met her classmates in a hurry. She walked in slowly and blended in with the crowd, but with a clock of her own in her mind.
When she arrived at school, she came to the classroom early, remembering that she had a wonderful fantasy in the picture Wu Xiaoshi shared a few years ago. She opened the book she brought and looked at it carefully, then waited for the teacher to come and talk.
She opened her laptop, there are some inspirations afraid of fleeting, she immediately seized, typed it down and existed in a folder.
Gradually more people, but can not fill the whole classroom, the feeling makes her have an empty illusion. The teacher counted the names of the students, some of them did not come, and the best classmates helped him to shout; "To."
She thought of those who did not come to class at the moment must be hugging the quilt not to let go, the former her is also like this, agonizing over why they are always catching up with others, and lazy cute.
The university program is not much, and there is no frequent examination. All of a sudden, she became a time-rich person, but she didn't panic.
All the plans are written in their own schedule, but also the opportunity to travel. To travel, she will certainly pull on Zhang students.
To the dormitory, she opened an editor's space, looked at the latest over the draft letter, and did not have her. A feeling of familiarity and strangeness came up, she could not tell when she felt this way.
Later, she looked through her sent emails, and sent that she hadn't submitted any articles recently. Suddenly smiled, at this time she is no longer that rookie, not always faced with the past draft letter gloomy that person.
How grateful she was to have come down.
She thought about these years, friends come and go, but she has been on a road, but also once doubted themselves, but also once sad can not become the person they want to be, watching "Doraemon" but cried out.
Later, also re-energized, just not willing to just, who is willing to have been insisted on so noiselessly give up?
In the hard times also do not give up writing, step by step, slowly towards the person they want to become.
In the evening, looking at the street lamp, the campus is still very quiet, but the darkness has an inexplicable restlessness. Someone under the streetlight came to stay, looked at the phone in the hand and smiled, and then left again.
She went into the dormitory and wrote this paragraph on a piece of paper: "I don't know how long it took to get to this point, but I do know that it was every falter, every loss, every fantasy that accomplished itself. So, no matter what, you have to insist, in order to meet another self, living the life you want, doing what you want to do."
Soda Green has a lyric: "A moment makes up eternity ah."
At this moment, I typed down my desire.
As if, a step closer to another self ......
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