Unexpected Encounters
A Selection of Insights:
The Beauty of Unexpected Encounters
The sun shines brightly and the sky is clear. I was so used to the busyness of the weekdays that I felt overwhelmed when I was able to spend a day of leisure once in a while. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've had a good time. Unconsciously came to Longhu Park, the clear water of the lake, flat as silk, bright as a mirror, through the quiet lake, as if I could feel, that quietly nurturing the raging thoughts, then there is a breeze blowing, the lake ripples, one after another, the auspicious clouds hanging high, the sunshine all over the near trees lush, verdant and inviting, full of the Ruiqi Xiaguang, so that I sometimes think of, and then the thoughts of serenity, the heart as still water. I walked along the cobblestone path to the lake, tourists leaning on the railing looking at the lake, under the sun, the lake surface sparkling. Occasionally there are small fish leaping out of the water, mischievously greeted the swimmers. A few small boats came slowly from the distance. The people on board were singing and laughing, enjoying the beauty of nature. I thought it would be good to take this into my lens and I tried to get into the shot, when an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind me, "How can I help?" After that I saw three men stop in front of me. When I looked up, I saw the man who was talking, he wore a flat hair, a white shirt, and his purple-colored face was rippling with sincerity and concern, giving people a kind of honest and simple feeling. So I handed him my camera, told him how to take a picture, press the button, he took a few scenes for me, I smiled in the scene, the lotus flowers bloomed in splendor behind me, I was wearing a green dress, and the green of the lotus leaves blended into one, he said that you wear a skirt is very beautiful, reminiscent of "catching the sky lotus leaves infinite blue" this poem. The camera was returned to me, and I gratefully
said: "This day is really thank you, if not for you, my self is not able to take pictures of myself, so that the beautiful scenery will pass me by. It turns out that the world is still more good people ah!" He smiled and said, "You're welcome!" Then he left with his two companions, his sturdy back blending into the verdant green. I actually forgot to ask his name, only his sunny smile engraved in my heart. I can't help but feel a lot of emotion, we met by chance on the road, but he was able to reach out to me who had never met before, just because he has a rare love. This love can interpret the beauty of life, shocked my heart. In the fickle world, I originally thought that material and money has alienated many people almost numb, sincere love seems to have long been lost in the other side of the years. However, I did not expect me to run out to see the scenery on this day, but accidentally met with the most beautiful in life, really the beauty of the lake, the beauty of the people more beautiful ah!
This is a truly unexpected encounter, precisely because it is unexpected and especially beautiful. Recently busy organizing bookshelves, organizing tables and chairs, selecting some of the books off the shelves to the nearby county grassroots museums, exchanges with the readers, quiet viewing readers reading books also did not have the moment, not to mention experiencing the readers of the quiet, one day occasionally quiet, I quiet ***, watching." You work here, more let me aspire to." I looked up to see is a reader parent, and I struck up a conversation, I said yes, quite good, ring mirror good, quiet, but also with the wisdom of people to do communication. Then we are like two siblings who have not seen for many years, I talked to her about our library at the moment, the past and future development trend, she also talked to me about the changes in the child after reading the book, essay writing much smoother, speak also have information, and also attentive to participate in the school's speech, won the praise. Seeing the children's achievements, we also feel honored, have a sense of achievement, readers have many parents, we also allow parents to borrow and return on behalf of the parents, so that parents can read more children's books, understanding of the child, to guide the child, the book can also make them become a noble demeanor, rich in self-esteem, which has a non-trivial role in maintaining the stability of society. In addition, it can also make him a better person, full of pleasure, transcend his own status, and achieve soul purification and sublimation, so why don't we do it. Older readers will bring their friends and relatives there to look around, looking for that one golden memory, tell the children stories of the past, simple, long flavor. It's just that we are mainly to the children to borrow at the same time, but also let parents enjoy the power of reading books, as if the children's museum in the social protagonist of a small "out of the
track", but, the resulting cultural energy and value, as well as the ensuing sense of enjoyment, so that many people's lives have become different. It is because culture is a kind of sharing, one of the most peculiar kinds of wealth in the world, and the more it is shared, the more it has. This was also the epiphany of my unexpected encounter with her, in an increasingly secular world, but to be able to talk freely with a stranger, in a mountain of books, in a treasure trove of human knowledge, without fear, I could not help but marvel at what a peculiar day it was. Almost finished work, she got up and went home, we did not leave each other's names,. "If life is only like the first time, where the autumn wind sad painting fan", I think, some things do not need to continue, continue, will only destroy the initial beauty. Our state of mind is very clear, know that our encounter with each other belongs to this particular occasion, this particular moment and a particular situation. All along, I deliberately loaded in the heart of a person, deliberately operating a certain feeling, as the driving force of life, life support, that away from his life is no color, there is no benefit, it is difficult to continue, and therefore often hurt for the love, trapped in the doldrums of life. I finally know, in fact, the occasional unexpected encounter can make life as exciting and beautiful, so that life is full of color and hope.
Tonight a person, lover and son went to Xinjiang, I see & lt; dance music & gt; video, really good shot, selection of scenery is also beautiful, Mr. Wang to do the log is also successful, and a few teachers of the dance is also fascinated by the teacher, the teacher's smile and knit brows, vivid as in front of me. Teachers require us to learn a new dance, to do the action, a new dance action to break down, easy for us to learn, the name of the song to tell us to speak, so that we are familiar with its melody, in the dance will be emotionally invested. The captain also asked for neat costumes, the top is a black and rose-red edge of the dancer's clothes, the bottom from wearing a flower skirt, and I always wear a pair of casual sandals, attracting the fussy female teammates whispered, but they also gave me affirmation, look at your weekdays to learn a new dance is never attentive, but the performance, always able to keep up with the tempo, and your writing is always so good, to the group of us to dance the story of the writing of the live, really a talented woman, and We do not know how to type, the Internet is very slow, you always tirelessly tell us how to use the phone some common sense, how to reproduce the log, how to receive your photos for us, but also some of the teammates who do not have a computer, washing photos, you use your hobby, the pursuit of the spirit and the fun you get from it to infiltrate us, affect us. Because of you we have more colorful life and beautiful melody, the journey of life, this is really unattainable beauty. Obviously too much praise, but I still can not help but be very happy --- in fact, over the years, it is because of their support and encouragement, I insisted on reading, insisted on writing words, insisted on the heart of the favorite square dance.
There are too many unexpected encounters in a person's life, maybe you want to get, but will not come, and you do not have any preparation when she came unexpectedly. Life is made up of such unexpected encounters, which make you surprised, anxious and overwhelmed. Buddha said, the previous life of five hundred times to look back in exchange for an unexpected encounter in this life, and in our short life journey, an unexpected encounter is like a pleasant spring, so that our life has become beautiful and vivid. The beauty of the unexpected encounters along the way, helping people, ordinary readers, enthusiastic teammates, and the lake breeze, high clouds, flowers, verdant trees, to my life has left a wisp of fragrance.
The feeling of selected two:
Unexpected encounter
An unexpected deep love, a brush with the touch, an inadvertent encounter, an inexplicable heartbeat, an involuntary look back. There are always such and such coincidences in life, and two parallel lines will intersect one day. I will understand it as fate! To borrow a classic line, "It took 500 times of looking back in the previous life to exchange for rubbing shoulders in this life." However, my numerous brushes with him, does it mean that thousands of years ago we also had countless times to look back? I don't dare to expect too much, as long as I can let me feel that warmth, I'm already satisfied. Anyone can say that I have no ambition, can also say that I have no talent, but please do not insult me to the love of this obsession. (Life motto personality signature)
Unexpectedly life's greatest pain is not more than the loss of only know how to cherish; is not more than missed to know to fight, to retain; is not more than life and death; is not more than has hurt others know how to repent, to save; is not more than clearly want to say is but had to say is not. Too much pain, too many duties, let us become numb, mechanical. Let that only a little bit of simplicity had to be reality strangled in the cradle. Reality is very helpless, very painful, but I have not wanted to surrender to it, human life will always have so many regrets, but don't let regrets become a kind of trip, I don't want to let myself have too many regrets. I know that some people will mock me too ***, too naive. But I really don't want to deceive myself, and I can't let myself live in the deception.
In the right moment to meet the right person, it is a life worth celebrating a thing, in the wrong moment to meet the wrong person, it seems that we do not have any impact on us, let everything with the wind to disperse it! But the most people feel sad is in the right moment to meet the wrong person, in the wrong moment to meet the right person! Maybe for me he was the wrong person at the right time! If time can rewind to a year ago, if I am not so indecisive, if I do not deceive my heart, if ...... more if only want to give a little more comfort to the self but also can not change the established facts, why do I torture myself to do so wonderful dream? Such a wonderful dream only belongs to the fairy tale world, such a wonderful dream only belongs to the beautiful princess, and I am just an ordinary ordinary girl. Maybe God has forgotten me in the corner, maybe God will only favor those lovely elves, I am just an inconspicuous green leaves, born only to accompany the bright red flowers.
The rainy afternoon, the breeze brushed my cheeks, a burst of fragrance came to my nose, this is a sentimental season, this is a season of melancholy, has always been sentimental, silent, but I also moved in such a season of love, perhaps born to be the species of sadness. I carry a bag, walking alone to the direction of the dormitory, perhaps the rain is the source of my melancholy, every time it rains on the day I will be inexplicably sentimental. I love to see the fallen leaves floating in the wind; I love to enjoy the moonlight by myself; I love to see the expressions of the people coming and going; I love to walk quietly on the solemn road; I love to listen to sad songs and then inexplicably fall a few tears. But inadvertently I found not only my face sad, I saw a lowered head, eyes so frustrated right shoulder carrying a bag of the boy moved forward with a melancholy step, as if everything that happens in the world has nothing to do with him, I suddenly have a kind of wine with a friend of a thousand cups of feeling, more so that I can not understand is that when I passed by him a moment, my heart turned out to be in the violent beating, I do not know how to explain that kind of feeling, seems to be unchanged. I don't know how to explain that kind of feeling, it seems that I have never had such a feeling for any boy, I can't convince myself that I have moved on to him, I prefer to believe that it was just a simple brush with the shoulder, maybe it was his melancholy that infected me!
Day by day, my life is still class, reading, sleep, always so simple, as if I have been accustomed to such a simple life, I detest the complexity of the crowd, each wearing a false mask, never be able to withstand the sun's rays, and that feeling makes me very depressing, and there is a kind of want to get away from the world of expectations. However, time and again, I have passed by each other; time and again, I have looked back; time and again, my heart has been moved, so I have become attached to it, and it seems that my life has changed since then. I thought the first encounter only belongs to chance, because our life will always meet a lot of people, some are destined to just one side of the edge, some are destined to be your lifelong companion, some are destined to be your life and death and **** brothers and sisters, and I can not be used with the words such as affection, friendship, feelings to describe. Countless times we have brushed shoulders, countless times we have met unexpectedly, how am I going to explain that this is just a coincidence? If this is considered a coincidence, then it is too frequent! If you can, I would like to understand it as a kind of destiny, but perhaps we are not destined to be together after all!
Since the first unexpected encounter to the countless times after the unexpected encounter, it seems that I have been accustomed to look for that familiar shadow in the crowd; accustomed to look down to find that pair of red shoes; accustomed to rubbing shoulders with him when the eyes in his face to stay for a few seconds; accustomed to the brightly look at his bland expression, which is all happening so naturally. Because of him, I suddenly felt that the rainy day mood is also able to be so good. I thought life would continue in this way, but I couldn't calm my beating heart.
So I buried this in the heart of a year's secret to my brothers and sisters confessed, I thought they would oppose me, will blame me, because destroying others is an immoral thing. But they didn't. They said, "How many people will you meet in your life that will make your heart sing? If you don't make an effort to put it down, you must regret it in the future, if you make an effort, but you failed, but at least you didn't let yourself have regrets. They help me to the school to find, in fact, at first I was just a person to find, I was afraid of them to say, but they are helping me. When my roommate exclaimed that she had found it, oh my God! I don't dare to believe that what I heard is true, as if I can feel that God still hasn't forgotten me, in my most desperate time still favored me! Because of him, I fell in love with the school to modify the mood; I fell in love with the night to my school and QQ has always been logged on, so I can be in the fastest moment to understand his dynamic.
It seems that everything happens so naturally, like a miracle, after that moment of chatting, it seems that I am more determined, I did not see the wrong person, there are too many **** the same point between us. That time he proposed to me to meet, in fact, at that time I really want to say yes, but I was afraid, afraid that it was just a dream, afraid of just because I destroyed the pleasure of others, my heart is very contradictory, I do not want to become the object of discussion, but I can not deceive myself really want to see him. That day I did not directly refused, did not agree, I just expect him to give me some time to think about thinking, or let me have enough time to find enough reasons to go for self relief. Finally we met, meet the first sentence he said, see you really familiar ah, as if I had met before, then really happy, so we stayed outside for a long time, talked a lot, although I was very nervous, but I did not think that I did not speech block, as if we are many years of siblings rather than the first time to meet the two people, talk a lot, very happy. How to expect the moment can be in that moment of stagnation, and finally we still separate!
Since that meeting, I feel that my whole person has changed, will not be as melancholy as before, and from time to time to pull the host friend to talk to her about him, it seems that this name has been engraved in the heart. But I feel that my self is still not pleasant, although I know that if we meet on the road, I will not be the only one to look at him, he will also look at me. But I realized that I can no longer look at him openly, I can only look at him secretly, is this the price of meeting him? I don't know why. We can meet more and more often at the moment, sometimes a day to see two or three times, so I have to think that this is a kind of fate. Every time I see him will not be able to help but want to send a message to tell him about it, perhaps I really too active, siblings said that this is not good, will let others misunderstand, but I do not want to ah, every time I always feel that they are unable to do so. That day he suddenly asked me, are you sure you have no regrets? In fact, I would like to say, how can I have no regrets? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make this relationship work, or if I'm going to be able to stay with him forever, but I don't want to put pressure on him. But I don't want to give him the pressure, don't want to make them quarrel because of me, so I go against my heart, say to him I have no regrets, at least you have understood my heart. My siblings say that if you love someone, you should think about them more, and even if you can't be together, it's still a pleasure to wait silently! Is it true? I'm really afraid I can't do it, I can't help but send a message to him. When I realized that he was feeling conflicted and sad because of this matter. I was actually more upset than anyone else at that time, but who could I talk to about it?
I can only bear it silently, feelings are selfish, but I have to think so much, I do not know if there is anyone who is also thinking for me? I wish I was a selfish person, so I wouldn't have to let go of my favorite person, I wouldn't have to think about morality, the principle of being a human being! In fact, in my heart I always have a question to ask him, take this opportunity, I do not want to miss. I wonder how I am in his mind? In his contradictions, wandering, do not know what to do when, he has thought about understanding me? Is it just to salvage their relationship without tilting that scale of love towards me a bit at all? I really want to know. He said, "Girl, you are a good girl, but he is not blessed. See that message when my eyes have been blurred by tears, I am a good girl, is it? Is a good girl should put down the self loved one, is a good girl should be more for others to think, and ignore the feelings of self? Is a good girl supposed to think so much about morality? Should a good girl wish you joy? A person's night is only accompanied by darkness and insomnia, more tears, I should not let myself fall too deep, should not do so many wonderful dreams, from beginning to end may be a dream, and I have always fantasized that this dream can always continue, but I did not think it would end so quickly ......
All of the All the flowers have withered, all the tears have dried up, all the dreams will end, will all this be scattered with the wind? I expect that he will still be able to treat me as a sibling and occasionally remember that there used to be a girl like me when he was idle! I can't say anything but blessings! Thanks to him I have a perfect memory! I'd like to give him this, my favorite poem! (
A blossoming tree
How to make you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
For this
I have prayed for five hundred years
For the Buddha to let us have an earthly relationship
The Buddha then transformed me into a tree
That grows by the side of the road that you must pass through
Under the sunlight
Discreetly full of flowers (dreaming of snakes biting me)
Each one is the hope of my past life
When you come near
Please listen carefully
The trembling leaves
Are the passion I've waited for
And when you finally pass by unnoticed
The ones that have fallen behind you are all in one piece. Brothers and sisters
That's not petals
That's my fading heart
Insights Selected Three:
Unexpected encounters have to be dispersed
At the age of seventeen, an art student was transferred to the class.
On the day school started, the teacher led him to report to the podium, and he reluctantly stood on the podium with his eyes downcast, and said to himself, "My name is Chuang Jia Mutsu". I saw the art student's long eyelashes beautiful proud arc, heart like a bottle of soda pop opened the lid, constantly flipping with a subtle enthusiastic foam. How can a boy have doll-like eyelashes like that? It doesn't make sense.
The art student was tall and big, and wore a baggy white jersey, and sat in the corner of the last row of the classroom, not making any noise. He doesn't have to take math class, and since he's exempt from the college entrance exams, he seldom comes to any of the subjects, basically grazing.
My back was unusually tense and sensitive in a classroom with art students. I can't help but feign a quick glance at him as if he's not there, but I don't always succeed in detecting his movements. It was a really long and distant journey with many obstacles.
One time I was helping my English teacher distribute test papers between classes, and I saw his paper, and the score was a mess, and the word "Zhuangjia Mutsu" was written in an unusually elegant and handsome way. The first thing I noticed was that I was not able to find a way to get a good deal of money out of it, but I was able to get a good deal of money out of it, and I was able to get a good deal of money out of it! I was inexplicably excited, as if I knew a great unknown secret.
Yes, I was in love with the art students, and I didn't try to hide it, even at 17 years old, when the wind was blowing.
I went to the art store and bought half a dozen imported drawing pencils, put them in the side pocket of my school bag, and spent every day fantasizing about meeting the art student somewhere, and then taking out the pencils and presenting them to him, and saying cheerfully and appropriately, "Chuang Jia Mutsu, it's Lai Xi En. Can you not come to class every day?"
I've fantasized about this plan too many times, but before I could execute it, the art student, Chong Jia Mu, suddenly disappeared. No one knew what he had done. I was depressed for a while, and even wondered if he sensed that I loved him, so he deliberately hid from me. When I was on duty, I went to wipe his desk and chair, the stool is the school warehouse dragged out of the old things, a slight movement sound will be shocked. I quietly swapped my stool for his and went a little crazy trying to buy a small bucket of blue acrylic paint to help him paint his old, stained desk. I'd never thought about being nice to someone like that before, just being nice to him and forgetting to even care a little bit about the response.
By the time Zhuang Mutsu reappeared, the zipper of my schoolbag had rubbed off a light line of paint from the orange barrel of my pencil.
In the middle of a messy classroom, I handed the stripped pencil to Shuang Jia Mu. I was so afraid that he would disappear again unpredictably, half a dozen pencils became a gift of compromise, along with a warm and slightly acidic young girl's heart, hastily and ceremoniously poured out. I couldn't say a word of the dialog that had been rehearsed a thousand times, and my hand holding the pencil hung quietly in mid-air, my heart swirling with unjustified sadness, and my eyes reddening in a very dramatic way.
This should be considered an extraordinary confession, right?
Shoji Mutsumi took the pencil, as he always does, without a word.
The next day in class, I realized that my stool had been switched back, and in the belly of the table was a new Chips Ahoy orange with a sketchy smiley face.
When Shoemu came to class we would walk up together after school for a while, picking 1 of the longer paths and walking very slowly. Sometimes I would talk a lot, as if just to fill the empty time when Zhuangjiamu did not talk. At other times I would be very silent, reflecting in shame on the chatter of my self from the day before.
Zhuang Jiamu said, "Lai Xi'en, you're a person who lives a very vibrant life."
"Yes, I love life! But Zhuang Jiamu, how do you always hang eyes listless?"
The boy in white answered lightly, "I'm not interested in the world. There's nothing worth caring about."
I was secretly saddened by this statement for a while, and then I healed myself without medicine. It was a confusing time, and I was in love with Chong Jiamu, without reason, without rules, without expectations. Was I in love with Chong Jiamu? I don't know. Those gold-rimmed dusk, we just aimlessly together, kicking stones along the way.
At the end of the exam, I was admitted to a teacher training college in the north. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
I bought a drawing pencil with a novelty pattern from the city where I went to school, and waited for Zhuang Jiamu at the entrance of the school. His doll-like eyelashes rose up happily, and he smiled a little red in the setting sun. Zhuang Jiamu took the pencil and took my hand, his hand was wide and cool, his fingers were clean and dry. The boys drifting by whistled strangely, and I walked a little bit, and countless sweet and pleasant bubbles rose up in my heart.
But it did not take long, resumption of classes Zhuangjiamu mood recurrence is very strong, the phone began to say some very radical discouraging words.
They are the first to say that they will not be able to make up for their mistakes and that they will not be able to make up for their mistakes.
I try to sympathize with him, but still will be these words secretly scratched, days long, and how strong the healing potential is also superimposed on the new wounds to get exhausted. When I hung up the phone again, I admit I was a little tired, but not yet desperate.
I needed to see Shoji Mutsu.
In order to save up for the trip, I made two ***, and also started to organize high school notes for Zhuang Jiamu.
I've been trying to save up for the trip, and I've been organizing my high school notes to give to Chong Jiamu.
But then, the man who was the first to be killed in the war suddenly disappeared. The empty beeps on the other end of the phone made the connection between us seem so fragile, and the excessive amount of writing made my middle finger develop a painful callus. I looked at the table to the east and west to search for the rare pencils, for the first time to see clearly from the beginning to the end of my wishful thinking, but also for the first time to understand for the feelings, I can not do regardless of the response to the payment.
Finally, I found him, but he was very violent. He got into a fight at school and was suspended for 3 weeks. His father locked him in his room and didn't allow him to answer the phone, and he was in a terrible mood. He justified it all as if he could blame it all on someone else. I finally yelled on the other end of the line, "Why are you fighting, Shojamutsu? Didn't you promise me to study hard? Did you ever care about me? We really don't have a tomorrow. We have nothing left!"
Yes, I just love a boy, I don't know how to think that the love of self can be great and selfless to melt everything. The back of love so many unexpected thorns, I was heartbroken defeat.
People in this world encounter what is difficult to put it to the moment, I also learn and understand. The moment is the most invincible, love and hate, the past life, how the carved in front of the moment are just looking back when the light dust smoke. I'm not sure what I mean by this, but I think it's a good idea for me to get my hands on some of this stuff.
When I graduated, I grew a centimeter taller and found a good job.
A male colleague in the department moved to have a dinner party, and the walls were plastered with photos of him in various stages, so irrelevant moment, I suddenly saw Zhuang Jia Mu. 1997, Zhuang Jia Mu stood in the junior high school graduation of the teenagers, smiled brightly in the sun. My heart was pounding, but I asked as if nothing had happened, "Where is this guy right now? Once upon a time there was a girl in the dormitory who knew him well."
My colleague was drunk: "Zhuang Jia Mu ah! The two of us used to be neighbors. He is quite unlucky, originally quite lively a boy, parents divorced after a change of person. The second year of high school when transferred away, I heard there made a female sibling, and I also as a secret like not willing to say, after the girl because of a fight, the result of the girl also dumped him. He took the college entrance examination three times, and then went to the specialized school. This person has always been sensitive and proud, think I can't get a good school, can't match the girl. At the moment, the family moved, completely no news."
"Fighting for that girl?"
"Yes, someone said that his female siblings take the initiative to chase him, take the initiative to send the door is certainly not a good girl, he rushed up and beat the person, but also refused to review. I was persuading him, he said the world he cares about not many people, who can not hurt the people he cares about ......"
I rushed out of the door to take a taxi, while running tears rolled down.
Where am I going? I was passionate and panicked, clinging to my "selfless and fearless" posture, but I never really got to know you, how you think, what you've been through, and what kind of heart you've taken to care for me.
The twilight of those years was colorful, and we kicked stones all the way aimlessly, not learning and understanding what to express properly, not knowing how to look back at the past, and do not know how to deal with the future. We are not sure how to cope with the future. We smiled at each other, held hands and thought we had accomplished all of the long-lasting.