Stories about life 1
Suddenly I realized that I didn't know where I came from or where I was going.
Surrounded by chaotic black, soft and crowded. I can't smell the smell, but I can know that my surroundings are sweet and warm. Amniotic fluid just overflowed my head, sticky and slippery like my mother's palm, which made me sleepy. ...
I began to breathe, connected by umbilical cord, like a melon knot on a vine, and had my own independent life characteristics.
I clung to my uterus, feeling my mother's heartbeat and blood flow. I rely on her young and strong body, desperately sucking nutrition, my vision, hearing, and even a tiny organ are gradually clear, as thin and strong as bean sprouts, announcing that a life is about to be born.
I know this very well. I fulfilled my mother's wish.
When she is in a good mood, she will sing and gently touch her stomach with her hands.
She also whispered to me: You must be a boy, and you must live up to your mother's expectations-if you are a boy, your father won't dare not break his promise to me.
What did my father promise her?
Once, I overheard their conversation.
Mom whispered, aren't you getting a divorce? Do you want me to be a mistress all my life?
Dad whispered, you have a house to live in, money to use and a car to drive. What are you dissatisfied with?
Mom said loudly, I want to be your wife!
Dad whispered, aren't you my real wife? Why do you like that contract? Don't I want to marry you? But as mayor, do you think I can get a divorce?
Mother asked angrily, what is my son's real name?
Dad said modestly, don't worry, I have arranged everything. Xiao Wang, the driver, is not married. I asked him to get a marriage certificate from you, and you can get a divorce after the birth registration of the child. The child will be named after you.
Mother shouted at the top of her voice, thanks to your imagination, you heartless bastard!
My mother is very emotional, so she makes a lot of noise. My little body swayed in the womb.
I don't understand what they said and I'm too lazy to think about it. I just want to absorb enough nutrition and grow up quickly.
I thought these questions had nothing to do with me.
What a deep sleep. I was awakened by my mother's crying. When she cries, I feel sick all over, no matter what. I am very angry. When I am angry, I will resist and kick one foot after another at some part of her, so that she can learn my boxing and boxing.
I heard someone knocking at the door and my father came in. Mom stopped crying and asked angrily, why don't you stay for a few days and when will you buy me a house?
Soon. As soon as Xiyuan Community started construction, the developer immediately sent me a finely decorated house. That piece of land is a prime location, and many sets of facade houses can be developed, all of which I helped him win.
Don't worry, when your son is born, the key to the new house will be guaranteed in your hand.
Mom smiled.
After a period of calm, I grew up a lot. Once in a while, if you are naughty, just kick your feet and have fun.
However, one day, my mother jumped out of control and cried loudly. I thumped her body to the left and to the right, like a sudden storm, and the waves in the sea fluctuated. The blood in my mother's heart flows with tears.
A woman cursed her while kicking her: it's all because of you bitch that he was sent in!
Who was brought in? Where did it go? Why do you blame my mother?
I had a bad head injury that day, and I was dizzy and passed out.
I don't know how long it took, but a sharp pain hit me, and a long, thin silver needle came in from outside the uterus and stabbed me in the head. I have nowhere to hide, only to hear my mother's faint cry, her voice is very low, depressing despair. I can't help struggling because of deep fear. I am not reconciled. I did nothing wrong. I will be born in another month, and I can survive even if I come out now!
I have human rights after I come out, and no one dares to hurt me again! Why so close, a fresh life, a healthy life, will be destroyed?
Help! Help! However, my struggle is powerless and futile. After struggling for some time, I was forced to leave the uterus where I had lived for eight months. I don't understand why people have to solve it in such a cruel way when I die. I haven't had time to see a bright life!
Alas, maybe my life is so insignificant to them, just like pinching a melon button from a vine.
I am innocent, I love this world, but this world, it doesn't allow me to love.
Life story 2
You can often see a young man sitting quietly in a chair by the unnamed lake of Peking University, guarding a luggage cart and a pile of books, with a cardboard beside it that says: Freelance writer. Just a curious glance, the man responded with expectation. This is a patient with muscle spasm. His limbs and facial expressions are often out of control and he can't speak clearly. He can only jump out of words intermittently. These books are all written by him, and the latest work is Life is Success, signed by Zhuang. This book is serious, even exquisite. The cover is a photo of an old tree growing on the wasteland. There is a brief introduction to the author. Worked as a tutor, shopkeeper, text editor, network writer, etc. , and wrote more than one million words of novels and essays.
The young man has been by the lake for many years, selling books at his own expense. Choose to be active here, or pay for the eager yearning for this institution of higher learning. He is well known to the teachers and students of Peking University and has become a landscape of the campus. Some students joked that he and several other people who often live in Peking University are the four folk masters of Peking University.
His latest collection of works, 240,000 words, is a record of daily life and an understanding of things. It is hard to imagine how he wrote more than one million words when he saw him with mobility problems. Every sentence should be a difficult struggle and challenge.
We bought two books from him and he signed them for us in illegible handwriting. He said that the cost of a book is fourteen yuan, and his book sells for thirty-five yuan. I think it is a choice for him to live on these incomes. This choice and result have been successful.
Life story 3
She looks so small, like a flower that will never bloom.
She was sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment when she was a child, suffering from congenital spina bifida and sacral meningocele. After operation, serious sequelae were left, muscle atrophy and paraplegia of both lower limbs, and hydrocephalus led to developmental retardation. The doctor said he could only live to 10 years old.
Now I am 22 years old and my height is less than 1 m. Weighing more than 20 kilograms.
She was a little proud: "I earned it!"
Her living conditions have gone from bad to worse. She filled out several "Donation Volumes" while still holding a pen, so everyone knew about the little girl in the small corner and how she had come over in the past 22 years.
To sum up, there are three things, treating diseases, reading books and dreaming.
Her parents took her to famous doctors all over the country to see a doctor, and also moved to facilitate treatment.
She went to school while treating her illness. Her IQ is comparable to that of her peers and her memory is particularly strong. She knows the history of China for thousands of years like the back of her hand. She reads books, especially astronomy, geography and even military books. Her dreams and places. Some girls are as gorgeous as girls, and the personal promises on those forms reveal the secret.
She wants to be a pilot. She wants to go to Egypt with her sister. She wants to be a person of value to society. ...
Donate the remains, corneas and organs ... The biggest difficulty for girls is that when they find these forms online, they have no strength to download them, so they can only ask their elder sister for help. She didn't want you and me to know her dream.
She arranged her body like this: "Donate corneas to excellent soldiers who are blind, skin to people whose faces were disfigured by accidents, and heart to people who need new hearts ..."
Grow up. She can't frolic, run, jump and fly happily, but now she can make the following presuppositions: a soldier will win excellent results in long-range shooting with bright eyes, a woman who is unfortunately disfigured will become radiant again, and a person will resume her heartbeat rhythm and continue her unfinished business ... If she dreams, her life will be prolonged.
Keeping young is an extension of the body. Writing a book and making a name for yourself is an extension of thought.
"Putting limited life into infinite service for the people" is an extension of life value.
The girl who filled out the Donation Volunteer Book smiled with tears in her hospital bed, and her dream was continued and not realized. It seems to have all come true one by one.
Life story 4
one
Gherardini, I watched Yiyang sitting in front scratching his head by a literary fill-in-the-blank question and winking at the leaves on the side.
Sure enough, Yiyang waved his pen and turned around: "Sister, how to fill in this question?"
I glanced at the ocean and proudly said, "You can't even do this, I think …" "You knew it when you were in kindergarten, right?" The sea is dismissive, and the leaves snicker.
"Wrong, I knew it when I was in kindergarten." I took a white look. Yiyang grinned. I was just about to despise him when I suddenly found that Yi Yang smiled beautifully: squinting his eyes and revealing a row of small white teeth. I watched it for a long time. Later, I told Ye that it was the warmest smile I had ever seen in my life.
Yiyang is an out-and-out high flyers, ranking first in grade, and ranking first in almost every subject except Chinese. So Chinese became the only capital I showed off to him. I call him brother, and he calls me sister. I am a child who ranks in the top three in liberal arts and fails in science, which makes everyone shake their heads and sigh.
The last semester of Grade Three is coming to an end, and my science scores have not improved at all. I am still indifferent, hanging around school all day, doodling, reading novels, despising math teachers and playing with a group of so-called poor students.
Everyone is disappointed in me, parents, teachers and themselves.
And the most disappointing thing is myself. Because only I can see me crying in the dark, only I can see the tiny scar on my left arm planned by a circle, and only I can see me doing math problems with my teeth clenched. ...
two
The math score in the final exam is still very poor.
I stayed at home and did x+y=z over and over again until I was numb.
Suddenly found that the noisy New Year was over.
I was still busy doing my chemistry homework when Yezi called.
"Today's Lantern Festival, let's go out and watch fireworks." The voice of the leaves came from the other end of the phone. I counted the chemistry exercise books, and there were five pages left. I said yes.
There are many people in the square, and it is extremely cold. I only wore a pair of jeans and stamped my feet with cold. Then I continued to talk to Ye about my childhood. At some point, I suddenly stopped. It turned out that I always thought that what happened yesterday actually belonged to the distant word "childhood".
Fireworks began to bloom in the night sky. Suddenly, the leaf said, "Lolo, remember, at that time, you were always the first in your class." After all this time, you are still the first in my heart. I always believe that you can do what I believe. " Then she looked up at the fireworks in the sky. I turned away so that she didn't see my tears slide down.
three
Early spring. The wind is very strong, very strong.
I began to work hard to add 30 points to the physical education test for the senior high school entrance examination.
I run around the playground every day. I like this aimless running, like this endless runway, just like life, my life.
Yezi and I went to the canteen at the school gate to buy ice water, listened to the lonely sound of ice water falling down our throats, and then smiled at each other.
Life is so boring.
It is cloudy every day. I started throwing books on the ground for no reason. Yiyang looked at me, got up and picked up something and put it on my desk. I caught it impatiently and continued to throw it, while Yiyang continued to pick it up. After so many times, I stopped and looked at me for a long time without saying anything.
I stood up and walked to the door, and a foreign voice sounded behind me: "It's cold, put on your coat and don't catch a cold." At that moment, I suddenly felt sunny.
four
As the weather gets warmer, my manic temper begins to soften.
My daily life is getting simpler and simpler: running, long jumping, asking math questions with the sea and chatting with leaves. ...
I began to learn to smile vaguely, to eat spicy food instead of scratching my left arm with a compass, and to choose. ...
Unconsciously, the days gradually melted in the increasingly hot sunshine until they disappeared.
I actually passed the math exam. 104. I laughed wildly and looked at everyone's surprised eyes. The leaves hugged me from behind and smiled gently. I saw Yiyang smiling brightly. He said, "OK, sister!" " "I farted and said," That's it. Who am I? " Then the three of us laughed together.
five
As if all of a sudden, a big "0" was hung on the countdown board at the back of the classroom, which was particularly dazzling.
The graduation ceremony was held in the amphitheatre.
As soon as I went up to say goodbye, I cried as soon as he spoke. My tears are so sparse that I can't wipe them off with my hands. The leaf next to me held my hand and handed me a pack of tissues, saying, "Dear Lolo, don't cry, I will laugh at you when Lin Yiyang sees you …" Then the leaf suddenly cried, too.
We cried and cried until we had graduation dinner. We all cried stagger, facing the familiar faces, but couldn't speak. Let's sing together, let's be wild together and bid farewell to a period of youth.
On the day of publication, I found the results online. But I still ride my bike to the school gate to read my report card.
I saw that Yiyang's name topped the list, and I saw that my math score column said: 140 points.
At that moment, I almost cried, turned around and walked out of the crowd. There were too many things in front of me: I saw Yiyang's smile, and he said, Sister, I have always believed in you, and you should also believe in yourself. I saw the bright eyes of Ye Zi, and she said, Lolo, I will always support you and be happy forever. ...
I really did it and got out of that gloomy time. I am grateful for the flowers that once bloomed in my life. You looked at me silently and let me remember it forever.
Life story 5
A baby died at birth, and so did an old man. A middle-aged man died suddenly. Their souls met on the way to heaven and told each other their misfortunes.
The baby said to the old man, "God is so unfair. You have lived so long." . But I didn't live, and my whole life was lost. "
The old man replied, "you have hardly got life, so you can't talk about losing it." Who is given the most by life, who loses the most when he dies, and longevity is not a blessing. "
The middle-aged man cried, "Who is worse than me? One of you doesn't care whether you live or not. One of you has lived enough, but I died in the right year, losing everything that life has given and will give. "
Just as they were talking, they reached the door of the kingdom of heaven, and a voice sounded overhead: "All beings, what has passed and what has not yet come does not belong to you. What do you have to lose? "
The three souls shouted in unison, "Lord, isn't there a most unfortunate person among us?" God replied, "there is more than one unfortunate person, all of you." Because you all think you have the most to lose. Those who suffer from this idea are indeed the most unfortunate people. "
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