A crooked word
Wang Weiwei, Grade Two (1)
I. Fate
I always think that meeting by chance is a very touching word. Perhaps everyone once imagined himself as a floating duckweed, small, thin and aimless wandering on the far-reaching lake. Sometimes I pass by another flower, which is also small and thin. Meet each other soon, even hesitate not to look back; But the lingering ripples in the clouds can prove their mutual understanding.
Two. promise
Individuals who know each other often agree with each other in their hearts and make sacred promises. Big sister knows that in spring, swallows will come back to nest; The thatched grass knows that in the afternoon, the sun will drive away the unpleasant moisture; Dandelion knows that a gust of wind will take away its seeds; The mirror knows that someone will stop in front of it. Everything is taken for granted, just like an eternal law.
Three. betray
"You betrayed me."
The object of this sentence is inaccurate. In fact, it omits three words, "the promise of".
"You betrayed my promise."
Betrayal will never happen if there is no previous commitment. When the eaves waited for a whole March; Or when dandelions are wrapped in silver hair and spend a lonely winter, the world turns upside down.
So come to a conclusion that the person who hurts you the most is not an enemy, but a confidant, a confidant who betrays his promise.
dizzy
When my world is upside down, I often feel dizzy. It's like a person standing in front of a quiet pool, or standing by a high windowsill at night, suddenly having an impulse to fall. When an object falls freely, gravity seems to lose its function. Inside the body cavity, blood ... even a little thought seems to float in mid-air.
Before betrayal causes hatred, it is dizziness. Endless dizziness.
Everyone's life has a dictionary with confusing entries. About love, glory, death ... or bosom friends. Knowing that it is the solution of crooked ways, or stubbornly watching it.
The "tooth" of wisdom
Ni Zhongyu, Senior 2 (1)
Being too easy to get along with without friends does not seem to constitute cause and effect in the connection of this world. However, who can decide the prevalence of many short circuits in the world?
Easy-going people are simply good people. He must be easy-going and kind. Everyone wants to be this good man, but because of his natural character, he has to put up with his crazy self at some point, so he hopes to have such a good man as his friend.
This friend is just one of many friends. He exists, you feel comfortable, he is gone, and there are all kinds of friends left.
We individuals exist like gears, each with a different size and model. In this running social process, we are always turning. Such a mechanical life is also tiring. I look at the busy big gears and small gears around me, such as iron, copper, plastic, such as the sea … and where is the gear that suits me? Probably only keep turning and turning, being unloaded from one machine and replaced by another, maybe there will be such a lucky time.
And that good man, he has worn out his teeth and left a smooth ring. He has his own unique personality, as always, a bright smile and spring breeze-like words. When he came, everyone around him raised their hands to welcome his new friend, and then they went back to their jobs to continue their mechanical exercise day after day. Accidental meeting and active greeting make people moved by his easy-going temperament. Everyone regards him as a good friend, and everyone is very kind to him, but he can't find a matching or even similar part with him.
His sadness can only be fixed by that ring, because he is too good to share his unhappiness with his friends. Gradually, his loneliness corroded the metal on the ring and formed a gap, but he was as generous as ever.
Until one day, when his defective ring was moving forward, it accidentally touched an iron bar. One end of the iron bar suddenly became thinner because of careless processing, and the iron bar was also worried about this angle. Our good man stepped forward and found that the bulge matched his gap. Together, they became the key to the door of friendship.
And countless gears have met their own gears, I believe it is more comfortable to rotate.
Teapot bosom friend
Liang, sophomore 1 class.
Now, Wei is an important role. At first, he was just a poor teacher and always bought high-end movies before the Cultural Revolution. Later, I was impressed by a tall man in a red Tang suit with vibrant silver hair. In the novel, he found Zhao Yi, a bosom friend. Nevertheless, he kept the teapot. In my opinion, if the original mistress of the teapot and Mr. Wei finally come together, they may not be able to live an easy life as they did later. There is no doubt that Mr. Wei is a passionate man. He sang loudly at his eightieth birthday. What about the woman who delivered the teapot? In such an uncivilized age, it is definitely not simple to express her love bravely like her. However, under the impact of time, such passion is hard to last. In his later years, Mr. Wei needed people like Zhao Yi to help him solve the trivial things in life, but it would be great if the teapot replaced the mistress as his confidant. Zhao Yi cannot replace this perfect confidant position.
A teapot can't talk or smile, but its rich tea fragrance is better than any other way of communication. People's sense of smell is the most wonderful feeling, because what they see is too real and what they hear is too unreal. Only the sense of smell is in between. The friendship between the woman and teacher Wei is scattered in the fragrance of tea. As time goes by, the fragrance of tea remains unchanged. Teacher Wei's affection for this teapot is getting deeper and deeper, which is why he only insists on buying premium scented tablets-only when he finds the completely correct taste can he open dusty memories like a key lock.
In the crowd, the woman hurriedly handed a tea pot, said a few words and left in a hurry. What kind of feeling did that figure bring to Mr. Wei? I think it must be an earth-shaking move. However, watching her back go away, I'm afraid all Miss Wei could do at that time was to hold the teapot tightly and figure out how to find her in the future. But the cruelty of reality is self-evident. Would it be better not to leave the incarnation of this confidant? I think this teapot is an indispensable part of Mr. Wei's early life, which is equivalent to a huge spiritual pillar. Even though he knew that the original owner of the teapot had left him, the existence of the teapot revived the character in Teacher Wei's memory and turned it into the image of Zhao Yi in life.
In this material society, the importance of bosom friend seems to have disappeared. Once you exclaim "This is my bosom friend" in your mind, you can understand the meaning of bosom friend.
This body is hateful, and the confidant does not exist.
Li Jia, Class Two, Grade Two, Senior High School.
The ancients said, "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor." But if a confidant doesn't exist, what is it?
The so-called confidant, "confidant is also." Across time and space, the status of confidant is probably very high, which can rank among the top three of all images. After all, a bosom friend is a good friend; Very good friends know each other and support each other. In my humble opinion, "God" is probably from heaven, and "bosom friend" is from the earth. Both of them have souls. People weave languages-pray and talk-and dedicate themselves to them.
However, the most powerless thing in the world is probably language.
From the moment of birth, people began to express their feelings and seek sustenance. Isn't that sweet cry just looking for the warmth of their mother? But language is often full of misunderstandings, and it is too unreliable-pure white wishes often turn into wanton harm. I want to present a red heart, but how can someone make a wish with a bloody weapon? I dare say that everyone has tried to find a so-called confidant to rely on. Since human nature is good, what prevents noble souls from warming each other? Unfortunately, human nature is evil, and the devil in our hearts is shouting, telling us to beware of the sweet trap. So we also got rid of the sincere invitation.
The human soul is so noble that it can't stop looking for the same kind; However, the human soul is so arrogant that it always surmises others with malice. As long as the human soul is independent, it will be like an island in Wang Yang; Language is just an irregular ship, constantly subverting. Probably a true confidant, when it's really "nothing to say, only tears flow a thousand lines", it's much more real to speak with tears.
People seek bosom friends, understanding and communication. But how weak is communication? The only way to truly understand and really put yourself in the other's shoes is to "exchange", but how can we "exchange"?
Therefore, misunderstanding is the natural state of life.
Paul. 6? 1 Simon wrote: "People listen, but they never listen; People talk, but they never talk. " He called it "the sound of silence". Jiang kui said, "it is difficult to have feelings in a brothel." The glitz of the city is not as cold as people's hearts.
I often think of the ancient city of Gaochang. A thousand years ago, the king sincerely believed in Buddhism and sincerely left Tang Sanzang as a Buddhist teacher. Although Sanzang decided to go west, he stayed to lecture in March and worship his brother with the king. Who knows, when he returned to the East from India, the king had already been defeated and died, and the country was gone, not to mention the existence of his confidant.
The huge podium is still there. When I stood on the stage in the middle of the abandoned capital, looking at most of the deserted ancient buildings around me, I thought to myself: Is it true that all the efforts to find a bosom friend in the world are not as good as those in the world?
Sugar and Leo
Class 2 (1) likes snow.
Sugar is a madman.
This sentence comes from everyone's mouth, but whenever I ask the reason, no one can answer. Sugar is a madman. The butcher waved impatiently and said to me loudly, that guy never talks to others, but you know, he always talks everywhere. It is said that he was seen sitting on the tombstone all night. This madman ...
Crazy soliloquy, that's what it sounds like. Therefore, for a long time, when I grew up, I stopped mentioning sugar, although I always received news from him one after another.
I always wander in the street after school to escape the housework arranged by my mother. It was a little cold at the end of September, so I looked around aimlessly. Turning into the next alley before the next intersection, I saw Shuger.
Sugar sat on a wooden box on the side. The box was printed in Russian, which was so big that Sugar's feet shook from the ground. He sits on the left side of the box, and the space on the right seems to be reserved for someone. It is strange that he should not speak.
I just squeezed a syllable from my throat out of boredom to say hello, but I received an unexpected answer: "It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Leo?"
I'm sure sugar stole a look at me.
"There's a little idiot watching us, Leo."
I protested loudly and he ignored me.
"What shall we do at night, Leo? I know a quiet enough place for us to ... "
"I don't think Leo wants to go." I said grumpily. To my surprise, I was actually talking to him. I might as well make a joke about it. "Why else didn't Leo answer?"
Sweets smiled. He laughed his head off when he saw the incredible expression on my face, and rubbed it on the right side of the box while laughing: "Look at the sugar, this boy is really an arrogant idiot. I'm right here, quietly listening to your plan ... "
"Wait, what's going on?" I was in a panic.
"Oh, another person who is not sure about the situation. Tell him, sugar. " With that, he moved his ass to the left. "Now I want you to meet my dearest and best friend, Leo." Turn right again. "This is my lovely friend Tian Tian. Do you understand? "
This pair of intimate friends in the world resumed their intimate conversation, just like two ordinary good friends, turned a deaf ear to me as a stranger.
Your imaginary confidant
Xiao Huang, Class Two, Grade Two.
What confidant do you expect?
You were flustered when you were born, and someone gave you a warm hug when you were born. Their words are sincere. They regard you as a treasure, to their parents and to their first friend in life. You treat them as the only one for too long, and repay them with mature or immature love, because you think no one else will do this to you.
You have walked through a long and barren land of thorns, and you are scarred and have no time to take care of it. At this time, someone reaches out and you immediately feel grateful. You walked side by side through desolation and burnout, so kind friends became your cherished confidants. It's not that you didn't expect this tacit understanding to accompany you to the end.
You wander at the crossroads of life, hesitating and hesitating, and finally you choose to spend the rest of your long life with your lover. You think this relationship will last forever, and your lover will be your last confidant and will never change.
What confidant do you expect?
Your bosom friend is your gentle, compassionate and strict parents in childhood, your firm partner at that time, and your last smiling lover. Each of them takes care of you, and everyone is your confidant. They will help you when you fall. They are reasonable and know when you cry, when you are proud, when you are heartbroken and when you cry with joy. Their hands, smiles when you need them most, that kind of warmth makes you want to stay and be dead set.
However, they didn't follow you to the end of the world after all, watching the fireworks of life bloom at the end. They either died of their own depravity and became corpses eaten by maggots. A landscape in "Becoming Memories" turned into a pale picture, deeply rooted in your heart, and taught you to bite like a million bugs.
You fantasized about a bosom friend, starting from the moment you were born. Your imaginary bosom friend has a warm smile, gentle words, a sensitive heart and eyes that know everything about you.
What confidant have you imagined?
None of them exist. Gentleness has become a stubborn bondage, firmness has become a different ideal, and finally, with the passage of life, the promise has completely disappeared in silence.
You were born in a panic, walked through the long and barren thorns, wandered at the crossroads of life, and finally found yourself alone.
It's not that I don't love, nor that I don't love deeply enough and my heart is not firm enough.
It's just that no one in this world can completely become your imaginary confidant; And your life, your choice, can only be borne by yourself.
Because the closest thing to your soul in this world can only be yourself.