Reading famous prose can let us understand the expression of many different cultural emotions, the following is my compilation of beautiful famous prose, welcome to read! Street, words of resignation tears Xu fragrant realm, in exchange for the blessing of a broken heart, the fate of hope at the mouth of the cliff can hear the sound of the dream, the traces of memories can not quit the sound of the expression.
humble surrounded by revisited the old date, the decline of coldness to see the tears of the stolen heart, once fell asleep to embrace the experience of sadness, hard to part with the choice to sing a love song, familiar fascination has been cherished unfamiliar tenderness, boiled thoughts began to set sail the continuation of the broken dream, melodic charm dancing spell microphone, hurriedly inside the heart to hold the momentary tears, the choice of blessing has been regretting the care of the coquettish words
In the beginning of the touching irrigation of the earthly fragrance, broken song of the exchange is the gathering of the ancient fragrance, the legend of ten years of dreams easily hurt, God traveled to one side of the tear two lines, the desire of the sun without the chips of the first time to see, the youth is a one-winged wings, can not belong to their own flight, let go of the disappearance of the into the tears, the ferry of the blue sky has a step of the naiad, the beginning of sunset is the other side of the dawn, the worry-free sky covered the rainbow of the Sorrow, roll away the wounds, leaving behind the tears or so ruthless, the heart to the dream flow, about the child to the drunken desolation.
Thousands of words willing to sing the sweetness of shy courage, ten thousand words of the way to express each other, the romantic night sky without the splendor of the sun, the hope of the raindrops is difficult to see the blessing of the rainbow, joyful and angry with the blossoming of the emotions of how to result in the enjoyment of the house arrest of the tired, unable to sleep, intoxicated by the cracks so that qualifications can not be heated, the horizon of the rainstorms is a distant end, sober and stable disappointment in the life of the joy, feeling With the precipitation of the spare began to change, found the examination paper did not fall ink heartstrings, the dark night of time to save the heart's answer.
Drifting away from the ocean but there are doubts of the wind and waves, speaking of the dream of chasing the uncertainty of time, drunken harvest can not be strong, crying to avoid betrayed too much aggression, the blessing of the blow turned into the flow of tears, drenched in drunkenness fled from the fate of the dream, intentional traps have traces of breathing, kissing the air of the beauty of the play, the darkness of the night and then painted, but also can not draw out of the usual encounters, the quitting can not stop the landing place
Floating out of the story can not rewrite the history of tears, to start over the initial can only be warmed in the dream with tears, floating write all is not the description of the heart, put the past through the happy, talk about the strings of the name, crying more than just difficult to start, why end, the renewal of the lines in the heart of the packing, illusion of the end of the end of the photo of insomnia, the adventures of the seat is the corner of the eyes of the thank you, the only habit has been to change the navigation of the cloth marks The company of too late can not follow each other too many memories, the deleted happiness has begun to tear, avoiding the waiting involved in the remnants of the dream.
Will not land touched or so driven by the scenery, broken Polaris rubbed the North Pole embrace, is looking back at each other, tears of love without tomorrow, kissed yesterday has made the heart crippled, the tears of the breeding capacity to cling to the story played so magical, the legend of the date can not shuttle, disturbed by the pretense of a good show, miss the familiar strangers, is still fascinated by the unusual road can not remember is still drunk! Walked past, imagined paradise will not sing waiting for the dream, tired corner painted unnecessary wind blowing, no period of wind and moon is still so persistent.
The heart expresses too much of the past, do not know where to go with the heart, looking at the era of blossoming flowers, the heart of the fragrant other side of the river can not walk to the end of the world's dreams, with the arrangement of time, saw too many images, walking on the edge of the scenic route, or still still so fragile, drenched in the return to the eyes can not see the shadow of the ups and downs of the moon and the wind when the moon and the moon again, the ten fingers are spread out, the time of the coming and going to erase the wrinkles of the too many people, breathing in betrayal Labyrinth, walking in the departure of the end of the mouth, people do not come to ask, words do not come to should, how much of the rainbow did not let that waiting heart to see, how much time can not erase the present appearance back to the young drunken dream, LinLan's clear still recall too many mirrors, looking at the expression of the proverbial dream of the location, walking to come to the NianLi tears, come to recite the tune of the once, time is still so bright, the setting sun still Hooked to sleep late in the drenching, time does not speak, the location is silent, once or once, now there is no once the fragrance and warmth of ignorance, that thin, so that now the heart is so cold, that beautiful, not because of the present fixed and brilliant, the residual warmth to illuminate the departure of the future, but not able to illuminate the possession of the reduction.
The ink is not returned, the thoughts are as old as ever, once the development has become the pursuit of the present, the rotation of the past is not the harvest of today, the scroll of tear drops clinging to the aromatic young, but can not return to the warmth of time, drunk or that drunk, waking up has not been able to experience the past, looking at the wheel of light of happiness, the time of the lucky to take away, blessed but let the back of the shadow cry, the flavor of the rendering can not change the loss of the Teardrops, let the thoughts organize, the words send each other time or look back in the once as if, so that buried in front of the picture.
Lyrics of the grassland can not be seen looking back in anticipation, thinking of the sea of love how much of the distant, the wind and the moon had trampled, tears are difficult to recall, blossom is the generation of the year, the years do not stay, the heart of the door is far away, the love of irrigation can not be seen belonging to the heart of the deception, the betrayal of the attachment has been painted firmly pendant heart system into the debt of love, what kind of change is the heart of the expectations, what kind of words are the rainbow of the date, the sea of love is still the sea of love, the tears are not washed away. The sea of love is still that, tears are not the time to wash the face, the appointment, difficult appointment, goodbye, in the tears of time can not see the words in front of you.
Breathe in the experience of the luxury, embracing the woes of hiding in the clock, the blurred square so that the heartache of silence, the sky of the hand in hand to cry red happy, accidental encounter of the heed into this world of longing, the story under the starlight did not linger, adoration of the intrusion of the shadow of the heart of the story, the goodbye of the helplessness of the arrangement has been easy to the bitter tears of guessing a "break" word, calm feelings, the words "break", the tears of the bitter tears of guessing a "break", the words "break", the words "break".
Love is whose love, fell in love with whose debt, tossing back and forth hurt whose heart, sense is whose dream, dream hurt whose thoughts, wind and moon splash hooked whose drunkenness, tears are whose promise, promised to lose whose promise, destined to never see again, the heart is whose destiny, order out hooked whose tears, vertical and horizontal figure swinging whose luck, Yung is whose face, drunk whose who, for whom to compose the red dust inverted writing dust, who The ten fingers are not connected to the heart, who is not even dreaming, who looks at each other without tears, the sea of love is difficult to rewind the figure, the eyes of the fascination is difficult to turn around.
Listening to the happiness of birdsong
In the middle of the night, in the haze of sleep, suddenly heard a "peas are cooked", panicked and shouted, like a rush to escape.
In the city life, how many years have not heard the birds. The trains whizzing by, the cars honking all the way, the hawking week after week, the shrill and piercing karaoke, make up a huge roar. We have been living in the hustle and bustle, degrading all the senses.
Or rural quiet beauty, in my hometown, when walking into the depths of the countryside, the senses can be soundly played to the extreme, you can see the turquoise blue sky, you can smell the distant flowers, you can feel the breeze across the skin, and the most beautiful thing is that you can hear a variety of birdsong.
When the call of "Bugu--" "Bugu--" rings out, spring comes to the Whether it is day or night, in the field or at the head of the village, the Bugu call one after another. I don't know whether it was one or two, but they always hid themselves, and in a certain place, they called out very frankly, like a burst of spring rain sprinkled all over the corners of the hometown. That call is like the character of the townspeople, will not be perfunctory to cope with, will not show off to show off, behind the shyness is bold. The sound of "Bugu" urged the townspeople to heart anxiety, so every family carried a hoe, pick up a shovel, driving a tractor or driving livestock, to the fields began the spring busy. In the field, the sheep ran, the dog barked, the child ran all over the place, scared the pheasant in the wheat field screamed and flapped his wings to fly away.
Perhaps three or five days, the swallows flew in. They seem to city people, the first thing to consider when they come back is the house, a set of house prices are not expensive it, the couple will have to build for several days. Those who found their old nests last year, screamed excitedly, called their friends and invited them to be their guests; those who didn't have nests were busy gripping the new mud by the puddles, and only screamed a few times when they were resting, which was a kind of greeting with their hosts. The social life of swallows is no different from that of human beings. After building a house, they get married and have children. Soon, you will see two or three little heads peeking out of the nest, with tiny, tiny calls, full of childishness; and when the parents come back, they all turn into loud voices, chattering and shouting, making the whole courtyard full of joyfulness.
Soon, the wheat is yellow, the yellow heron came. The yellow heron belongs to the high-end atmosphere kind of type, they often stop in the village branches, calling vigorously: "Each family, peas are ripe." Sometimes they can be seen, small body, wearing a yellow coat, draped in a black scarf, singing vigorously. They grew up in the countryside, simple character, know how to be grateful. Crops feed them, at the moment, they keep urging the townspeople to harvest crops, "each family, peas are ripe", the voice is full of hope, can not hide the anxiety.
Magpies are the most common in the countryside, the villagers call them "face ink chirp", do not look at their face black, in the hearts of the villagers is the messenger of good news. They are the messengers of good news in the hearts of the villagers. "When the magpies call, the relatives come." If a magpie calls a few times on the branch of someone's house, the owner's heart will be sweet for the whole day, and the family will have a happy event. The unique status of magpies makes them very elegant, they do not call randomly, and when they do, they just "chirp" twice, and the rest is silence. Usually, they are hiding in the fields, nesting in the woods, rarely seen their whereabouts, like celebrities. Only at New Year's time do they return to the village, standing on the roofs of every house, "chirping". It's New Year's Eve, and they have to give the townspeople some gifts and good news.
In the city, you can't hear such birdsong. Occasionally heard a sound or two, either from the birdcage, tearing the lungs; or from the park, the sound of grief, full of nostalgia. The birds that can be seen in the city are the sparrows, a group of vagabonds who have lost the land they live on and who have to make a living out of garbage scraps. Even if you hear their flocking calls, there is no sense of joy and harmony. Just like living in the reinforced concrete partitioned into a square space of the citizens, they each sweep the snow in front of the door, and even the old deaths do not come together.
And to hear this chirping, it is necessary to have a calm mood. City people are too busy, they have to be busy to earn money, buy a house, get married, have children, concert halls they do not want to go, who will stop to listen to the birdsong? No one understands the language of the birds, no one hears the kindness of the birds, the joy of the birds, the expectation of the birds, the sadness of the birds, they and the birds live in two different worlds. They live in two different worlds from the birds. In fact, have they ever listened to the voices of their own kind or even their own voices? The city is very prosperous, the information is very developed, but they are closed to themselves, isolated from the world.
In the city life, but I often miss the countryside, miss the countryside birdsong, listening to birdsong is a happy thing,
Love like a cigarette woman
Quietly lit a cigarette, the silence of the heart everywhere is your shadow, I know that this time can only think of you, you are everywhere overflowing my space, so that I do not want to think of you?
The blue smoke, is that you do not really face, know you, because of your words, there is a kind of words in the world, such as the hands of the smoke into the heart lungs, wandering in my chest, pulling my organs, I remember, such as the elf as ethereal wisdom of the woman, with penetrating force to move the heart of the text, read you a thousand times not tired of reading your feelings such as the moon and the wind, such as the waves and waves, such as flowers. Waves of undulation, such as flowers falling, such as the flow of wind back to the snow, I want to know you, what kind of magic, so that I think the iron blood of the men for the heart of the fold? Just what kind of woman is the quality of the heart, can set off my rock-solid inner waves?
Your article I have followed, you are free, floating like the wind, showing the ultimate perfection of the beautiful, I use my poems, with my words, expressing my heart, the long warrior returned to Ruoxi, the voice of the question, love you, love your words, love to the bone, love to the blood, you such as spinning dancers, only care about jumping out of the most beautiful most beautiful dance, regardless of the applause under the applause of the tidal wave or silent, all regardless of my passionate pursuit of the same as in the blood, you are the only person in the world, I do not care about the most beautiful dance.
I got your phone number in the search, and I was anxious to play in the past, because we have long known each other on the forum, the microphone is your professional greetings, refreshing laughter, let me a moment of speech, I reported my name, but you are in the hubbub, I know that you're smart, and I understand that you have a hard time, and I just want to offer their most sincere greetings, but I did not have such a lucky, and I'm not sure if I can do it, I'm not going to do it. You use light words to perfume my fiery quest, once that lonely woman like smoke, lingering between my heart and lungs, but that light flavor, but has a refusal of the cold, which is the real you? You are entangled in my heart, so how can I easily let go?
In love with smoking, in love with your words, addicted to smoking, quit in this life, in love with you, such as the woman of the smoke, addicted to obsession, your face hidden in my smoke, fluttering in front of my eyes, but can not catch. You say you stand on the top of the mountain where one step can not go wrong, you say you are walking on thin ice, step by step, when I defiantly broke into your world, you are just a courtesy response, you said you are very touched, you said you thank from the bottom of your heart, I do not want your touched and thank you, I want to go into the depths of your heart, to feel your joys, anger and sorrows, and you***take the storms of life with you to the past and future, to put your hand to me, to give me. I will give you the warmth, give me your heart, I would like to life guard, what are you afraid of, light as smoke woman?
You cautiously and carefully guarded against the world's cold knives and dark arrows, you refused to pull out your heart, you refused to let go of your embrace, you refused to let me go deep into your lonely heart, you do not allow me to see the sadness of your tears. I can only step back and grieve for my own inability. You try to smile brightly, but can not hide the sadness of despondency, you try to pretend to be secular, but can not cover your innate innocence, you pretend to drink wine boldly, I know that you are bleeding deep inside, you are not the appearance of your surface, your words will not deceive me, that word cuckoo cries blood of grief, that sentence echoed in the depths of the soul, is not the surface of the world's chilling can be covered up, a thousand lovesickness, ten thousand melancholy, and the world's most important thing. I'm just an audience for your beautiful solo dance. I just you beautiful solo dance audience, but I do not want you Phoenix Nirvana, do not want you lonely sad, I just want you to be happy and happy, as long as you show a real smile, you this woman as smoke ah, always hovering in my chest, so that my heart lungs tangled pain, but also eye to eye powerless.
You said you do not like the dark night of fireworks, the moment after the rosy is the darkness of the empty silence, you said you can not withstand the pain of the falling flowers, spring is often afraid of flowers bloomed early, I clearly see your 'inner struggle, I clearly see your sensitive lonesome, you such as the dark night of the fireworks in my dark night sky, you such as the early spring flowers rooted in my empty fields, I always thought I could understand you, to be able to warm your cold and loneliness, and to be able to understand you. Warm your cold and lonely, but I have always wandered outside your soul, always unable to perceive your heart throbbing, and even more unable to embrace you into your arms, with all my masculinity and blood to irrigate your lonely space, your brilliant words such as smoke, such as smoke, gentle, such as smoke erosion, penetrate my body, so that I can not let go of your lonely words such as fog, so that I can not capture your real face, you this full of temptation, let me love like smoke! Elf, let me love smoke as in love with you, in love with the flavor of your words, in love with the dance of your soul, refused to be able to let go in this life, will not miss you in the next life.
You are a woman like smoke, entangled in my chest, flowing in my blood, deep into my soul, until every hair, and I live together, and my lips and teeth, in my breath, in my hands and feet, I have long been with you as one, in love with the smoke, in love with you, the green smoke in your beautiful dance, so that I use the circle surrounded by a set you, in love with you, in love with the lonely Smoke, can not quit smoking addiction can not quit you, please let me, silent smoking, silent love you ......
days if there is love days are oldThe old image frame on the wall and the mother's photo when she was young, black and white, artificially painted in the cheeks of the two smears of peach red, but high nose and big eyes, two long braids, very beautiful. Coupled with her tall figure, mother was described as a beauty. If a beautiful woman is not a lady of the house, she should also be small and gentle. But my mother is not, on the contrary, she is rough, angry, loud voice, at any time and any place to reprimand us. She is in a hurry every day like an octopus not knowing what to do, she will never smile in the rainy days to give us umbrellas, and will not be in the awards we received when the pain to hug us. She doesn't read books or newspapers and doesn't keep flowers or plants, and naturally she doesn't keep small animals. She thought those cats and dogs were dirty and noisy. So, I always thought that my mother was not delicate and gentle.
The years slowly piled up, gradually precipitated into another photo of the mother, background color, pale face, cheeks added wrinkles, the old lost style. I don't know when that photo was hung up. I don't know when I found out that my mother likes to raise some small animals.
Initially, there were some chickens in the house. Every spring, my mother would buy some freshly hatched chickens, those furry, tender yellow fresh life was carefully placed in a wooden box by my mother, the box is hung with a light bulb, the warmth of the sun shines on them. In a few months, the little baby chickens will turn into big, majestic roosters or shy, red-faced hens. "The roosters are killed and eaten, and the hens are left with eggs to eat." Mother said.
Later, there were a few more ducks in the house, as well as a small fluffy ball of tender life, the mother drove them out to the river every morning, and yelled at them to go home at night. A long time, gradually grow up those ducks on the initiative, every day just dawn, they "quack" shout mother get up, open the door, they care about their own line, say goodbye to the mother, down the river to eat or play to go; night just dark, they are in line again shaking their fat asses to call the mother to open the door, go home and sleep. Sometimes the door is closed, they will never follow the other ducks to other people's homes.
If my mother's motivation for feeding the ducks is the same as that of the chickens, to eat or to lay eggs, I don't see the point of the two little Dutch mice in the little cage at the top of the stairs. They were rats, but cuter and prettier than mice, black and white, round and fat, dragging their thin tails and eating, eating, eating. Grass roots, peanut leaves, green vegetables, rice, rice grains, everything to eat, eat enough to love each other, you and me. The mother often lying on the stairway to see them half a day.
Mother also began to raise cats and dogs, asked people to find the kittens and puppies, healthy and handsome, just, but she often pick up some of the "old and sick" on the side of the road for no reason. There is a kitten, sick and dying, was discarded by the owner, the mother picked back, aspirin, silver warsia tablets, Yunnan Baiyao, messy feed a pass; but also chewed a mouthful of things to it to eat. My mother worked hard all her life and was physically fit, only her teeth were bad. She chewed peanuts, pancakes and meat slowly with her loose teeth, chewing them in a way that made us worry. She chewed the food one bite at a time and then smeared it into the cat's mouth with her fingers. It took several days of tossing and turning to finally return to bury that cat for good.
There was also a time to pick a small stray dog, the dog is very ugly, very ugly, two eyes a small, large, different colors, eyeballs chaotic; the size of a family dog, but there are wolves pointing up the ears; body hair brown and black is not distinguishable, and a piece of a piece of the mottled. A mangy mutt. We all disliked it and ignored it, but the dog didn't care about our cold eyes, it had its mother's care. He ate every day, and grew up, and eventually grew into a fat, thick, and tall mangy dog.
By the way, there are a few big white rabbits in the corner of the yard. One had just become a mom. Five newborn bunnies, eyes closed, all red, naked and hairless, like an ugly little mouse. They were covered with fur that the mother rabbit had gathered from her own body, but the mother had sewn another tiny quilt for them. Three times a day, the mother gave the bunnies to the mother rabbit to breastfeed, and when they were all rounded up, she let them bask in the sun, then covered them with the quilt and brought them into the house. With all due care, the bunnies were seen by the family's little white dog, who ate one of them. The mother was furious, and with a small stick in her hand, she drove the dog next to the rabbits and said, "Are you still going to eat it? You can eat this too! I'll beat you to death next time you eat it." The stick hit the ground next to the dog. The dog was so scared that it ran away with a giggle.
A yard of chickens, ducks, cats, dogs, rabbits, lively. If my daughter came again, it is more chicken jumping, not quiet. She kissed the cat and hugged the cat, kicked the dog all over the yard; she will also pull grass to feed the rabbits, while driving the ducks to the chicken nest, I was distracted by the noise, and could not help but ask my mother, when I was young, she is not the most hate to feed these things, how to feed so many now.
Mother said: "When I was young, it was not easy to feed you, where to care about raising other things, and now you are big, are gone, I have nothing to do."
Suddenly realized that we are just a bunch of kittens or puppies raised by our mother, grew up, was adopted by others or do not want to stay at home alone to go out to explore, finally leaving only the mother alone. She had a lot of time on her hands, she could speak to us in a soft voice, she could look at us tenderly and caress us, but there was no one around. So she had a lot of loneliness and loneliness, so she began to raise those little animals, live, sick; beautiful, ugly; as long as it is life, she is accustomed to incomparable patience and love.
Also finally understand the meaning of the phrase "if the sky has love, the sky is old". Originally, emotions such as life will slowly get old, those in the young because of the rush and heavy life can not express and release the emotions, those who have been repressed a lifetime of feelings, to the old will be more and more far-reaching, more and more mellow, more and more - delicate and tender.
Hate, an extreme emotionPeople in, especially in the case of their own unprepared by some kind of self-perceived offense or injury to the treatment, it is always difficult to avoid a kind of emotion, especially those who never wake up their own lack of introspection, blind self-confidence, self-esteem and self-righteousness and can not afford a little bit of aggrieved people, whenever this time, such a kind of emotion will be more and more intense and accumulate into an extreme. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own.
The heart of the people produced hate, if he has a certain amount of wealth or power, usually he will immediately take the action of revenge, especially the kind of hate because of the desire to break out, will make him become 100 times more crazy! And those who have neither wealth nor power will also bury this hate into the bottom of the heart to find or wait for the opportunity to return the favor!
However, no matter which way to fight back, it will not bring any joy of victory to the perpetrator! Because hate, like a bad cell, with the implementation of the implementation of the revenge plan, this bad cell is also constantly getting nutrients and gradually grow into a tumor that will eventually erode the heart of the implementer! Therefore, from the moment hatred arises in his heart, he can no longer find peace in his heart! Therefore, hate is not the best choice to solve the problem!
This happened to me when I was in technical school. I seem to have a problem, that is, always like to call people around you according to their own preferences, perhaps because those titles are often between nicknames and gags, so usually by my special title is very happy to accept, and over time those titles are gradually borrowed by other people, and therefore also condone me to more arbitrary up. I remember when the movie "Sino-Japanese War", which has a "adults" title, perhaps because the majesty of those adults and the majesty of our classroom teacher has some similarities it, unconsciously I will "adults" word and our classroom teacher associated with the classroom teacher. The class teacher's surname was Xiong, so I called her "Mr. Xiong" in private. Gradually, more and more students began to refer to their homeroom teacher as Mr. Xiong in private. Habits are easy to become natural, and who cares about what is natural? I didn't even realize that my behavior was disrespectful to the teacher! Until one day, I was suddenly summoned by my homeroom teacher. The homeroom teacher repressed her anger and asked me with a serious face why I had nicknamed her. Nicknames, in my mind, have always been considered derogatory, and I never considered the word "adult" derogatory! So, when the homeroom teacher asked me why I had nicknamed her Bear, I didn't realize it for a moment. The class teacher continued to ask why she called her "Lord Bear". Then it dawned on me. Because of the suddenness of the incident, I could not find the words of defense, but only lowered his head and let the classroom teacher.
Since I've been studying, I can't remember ever being criticized by a teacher, let alone by the homeroom teacher, and I couldn't tell you how depressed I was. I was told by my classmates that the hailstorm I received should be attributed to a young girl who went to the homeroom teacher to take credit for her performance. Although this sister is my technical school classmates, but her brother is my junior high school classmates, so my relationship with her since into the school to recognize has been quite good. I didn't expect her to come this way, so I was really pissed off! I hated her so much that I wanted her to disappear from the face of the earth - luckily I wasn't able to do that at the time! I thought I'd hold a grudge against her forever - if it hadn't happened later!
As I mentioned in "The Lucky Woman", my classmates at the technical school were mostly older than us recent high school graduates, so even though we were still young and inexperienced, they were all old enough to talk about marriage. That Zhiqing sister is actually a very enthusiastic person, although she also because of the loss of years of books and learning is very difficult, but she is still happy to go to the table to help the Zhiqing difficult to study more headaches, not only so, but also from the life of care, such as to help sewing and mending clothes and so on. Perhaps at their age, such behavior will inevitably cause people to speculate. Therefore, the homeroom teacher, who had been specially instructed by the older sister's mother, who had a particularly strong sense of propriety, quickly reported the situation. This is really great, the school sister's mother was furious, must make the school sister to say one, two, three. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night.
However, love is not something that can be generated by gambling! As the relationship proceeds, the older sister feels more and more out of place with the older brother, so she proposes to break up. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at a university. Brother's father is "my factory" of an old worker, so the knee children have several successive into the "my factory", compared to the children of the outside units of the sister, can be said to be a bit of power. So not only was the breakup rejected by the school brother, but also incurred the school brother siblings of the hounding bombardment, the school sister because of casual and people holding hands with the mother offended, this time also can not get the support of the family, really a little bit of desperation.
I never knew I had such a strong female mindset, and the news of my sister's plight dispersed the hatred I once had for her into thin air. I and other students immediately acted in solidarity with my sister, who with the support of all of us finally persevered to the end - freeing herself from the quagmire into which she had been trapped by her impulses.
After that incident, although in later days, unpleasant things happened to me, but even if I was wronged, even if I had a great resentment that could not be resolved, but hatred, it seems, can no longer be produced!
Many years later, I always wondered why the hatred that I thought would last would disappear so quickly and so completely. Compared to hate and understanding, which one is more powerful? On the surface, hate seems to be more powerful, however, hate is more destructive - destructive to the human heart! Because, when we hate, we become narrower and shorter-sighted, we are not happy in our hearts when we hate! Understanding, on the other hand, promotes us to let go of our minds and to look beyond, and so understanding, revives the heart of man! Therefore, a revived mind is more beneficial and positive than a destroyed mind!
Although we can't guarantee that we will be happy every day, we can shorten the time we are unhappy! No matter what happens, if we can wake up, can be introverted, can be self-esteem and self-confidence, can think differently, can think in reverse, perhaps, we will be able to stand on our own feet, can be open heart, can look around, can be open-minded, so that the hatred of the shadow so that the resentment is away.