Criticism is also a kind of love
Just like life is colorful and complex; just like life is ups and downs and interesting; just like the weather is unpredictable and unpredictable; Just like the road to success "Thirty-six lines, every line will lead to the number one scholar". The expressions of love are also diverse and different.
It is said that parents’ love is a small umbrella in the rainy season, holding up a sunny sky for me; parents’ love is a warm wind that warms the moist heart; parents’ love is a breeze in the cold night. A lamp, burning with a passionate flame; parents' love is a white handkerchief, wiping away the sad tears on your cheeks. And sometimes, parents' love is harsh and cold.
After you lie to your friends; after you make a mistake; after you fail the exam. When you thought you would receive your parents' meticulous care when you returned to your warm home, you didn't expect that what awaited you was a severe criticism. Just because you are dishonest, make mistakes, and study poorly. At that time, I thought I was an abandoned puppy with no one to love me. Later I found out that when they criticized me and scolded me, they felt more uncomfortable than anyone else. They love me and they love me so deeply.
I was criticized by the teacher for not doing my homework, and I was criticized by the teacher for fighting with my classmates. I thought the teacher didn't love me and was looking for trouble for me. Have you ever thought that it was the teacher’s painstaking efforts? Is the teacher's deep love hidden behind the criticism?
I was once fined for running a red light because I was in a hurry and was severely criticized by the policeman for education; I was criticized by an environmental protection officer for littering; I was criticized by others for jumping in line. At that time, I thought they always had trouble with me, but later I realized that it was love from different people in society.
If you think that everything depends on you to love you, then one day you will complain. Because doting is not real love. Don't love you just because you don't care about you, maybe indulgence will harm you; don't think that being criticized is a shame, maybe it is another way of expressing love. I think this world is full of love, but different people in different places express their love in different ways.
As a child, never think that your parents’ criticism means they don’t love you anymore. Because there are no parents in the world who don’t love their children, but they express their love in another way. Otherwise, how could there be a saying that "the hearts of parents in the world are so pitiful"?
As a student, never think that the teacher’s criticism means that he doesn’t love you. Just imagine, which teacher doesn’t want his students to make a difference and have a bright future?
As a member of society, never think that being criticized is a bad thing. In fact, think about it from another perspective. If it were an enemy, would he criticize you?
In fact, there are different ways to love. As long as you raise the sail of life, let the clear sound be the accompaniment, pull the cable as the string, use the strong wind as the horn, and play a music that transcends time and space, Among the rocks and in the wild waves, I opened my arms and hugged love tightly with my boiling and bleeding heart. I discovered that love is very simple.
In this world full of love.
It turns out that this is also a kind of love - criticism.
Silence is also a kind of love
At night, clouds covered with ink float above the head, and the noisy voices are hidden on the cross streets. Everything became silent.
Silence covers the zebra crossing. Under the uneven asphalt, the roots of street trees lie in tangled knots. Occasionally, their arched backs are exposed to the ground, showing a weak gray-brown color. For trees, there is no difference between day and night. Those tangled roots on the roadside support the weight of the entire tree. Even though the flowers and leaves bloom vividly above its head, they remain silent day after day. , so stubborn that he forgot his own existence. But I knew what was waiting in that coiled silence.
There are waves on the lake. Sitting on a bench by the lake, there is always the sound of "gurgling" water reaching your ears. Is that the nocturne hummed by the lake? No, the lake is inherently quiet. No matter how the water surges and swirls, it will eventually turn into faint lines on the bottom of the lake; the ripples slide on tiptoes on the lake surface, dancing with the "shushing" chant of the river. Throwing off the sleeves, he jumped and spun lightly, making no sound from the beginning to the end.
Silence is the biggest difference between lakes and rivers. Maybe you will think that it lacks rushing passion, but I know what that pool of silence contains.
Late at night, the moonlight always shines through at a special angle, as light as the gauze on the dancer's face, with a slight chill in its softness. The moonlight is also silent. It once cast a clear shadow of the moon in Li Bai's wine glass, and was also happy to coat the spire of the Empire State Building with slight frost. No matter it is cloudy or sunny, whether it is perfect or not. The silvery gray of that place never faded its color.
Giving up is also a kind of love
In life, sometimes you need to give up something precious. Because giving up is also a kind of love.
On October 21, Haohao, a child living in Wen’s hometown, accidentally ignited gasoline and suffered second- or even third-degree burns on 70% of his body. According to the doctor’s diagnosis, there was only hope of survival. 5%. Moreover, even if you spend 100,000 yuan on surgical treatment and escape the gate of hell, you will still be disabled for life. Faced with this situation, after careful consideration, his parents made the difficult choice to give up treatment.
This is sad news. I saw the fragility of life in Haohao's painful and heart-rending screams. After thinking about it, I think good parents are sensible. In this not-so-rich family, 100,000 yuan may be beyond their imagination, but what this astronomical figure brings is only a 5% chance of survival and lifelong disability.
I think it is better to give up earlier than to spend a lifetime in pain. The extensive burns may have made Haohao realize that he is different from others. Haohao is still young and doesn't know what this difference will bring to him. Is it sympathy, pity, warmth, or disgust, contempt, and contempt? All of this is unknown. If everyone rejects him, he will feel that he is an alternative and a waste in this world, which will lead him to the idea of ??committing suicide. Do you think that one hundred thousand yuan is worth a different kind of death? Of course, what if everyone pities him? He may feel concern from the outside world, but too much concern will only make him feel more and more inferior and feel more and more special. So, will his life be happy?
Some people say: "Life cannot be redeemed, and no one can give up easily, but when a person lives in the world, he must live a valuable and meaningful life." Yes, a valuable life is worthy of the gift God has given you. If you always live in fear with the help of others, it is better to give up. Haohao will grow up and become an adult. If he always accepts help from others to survive, lives meaninglessly, and continues his life in pain, will he feel that he is a real man?
Yes, medicine in the future may be able to cure Haohao's disease, but it is only a possibility and a slim hope. Even if it is possible, what about the halfway point? Should he wait for a miracle in pain, or wait for death in peace? What choice should he make?
I once saw such a story in "Reader": There was a little boy named Chou Chou who unfortunately got eye cancer. The doctor told his parents there was a 50% chance if they had surgery. His mother chose surgery. But after the operation, he still only lived to be 8 years old, and half of his face would always look the same as when he was 1 year old. When Chou Chou died, his mother thought that he should have been allowed to die peacefully. This would actually make him less painful. Everyone is mortal, but the time is different. Haohao's death may make more people breathe a sigh of relief. If he is allowed to spend every moment in pain, it is better to let him end the pain, leave this world quietly, and live an ignoble life. That kind of love is too heavy!
The Haohao incident reminds us all: life is easily broken, just like a piece of glass. Only by protecting it well can it live forever.