Letting go is also a kind of love
The tender grass swayed with the wind in the shade, while the pine and cypress kept asking for heaven in the baptism of wind and rain. Parrots chirp under human feeding, and orioles sing beautifully in diligent foraging. I am still under the protection of my parents, and the sages tortured the world in their personal practice.
There is a kind of love called letting go, and no one can pave the way for anyone in life.
The college entrance examination, what a familiar and frightening word, that June of filariasis is the topic of ten years' cold window and the earnest expectation of Gaotang parents. This is a ticket full of blood. I have too many reasons to value you, but it doesn't mean that I want an absolutely perfect environment. Poison the singing frog, no, my inspiration needs it. Build that high wall. No, I'm afraid of the angry faces of pedestrians. Life in the world is just survival of the fittest, and no one can always and have the ability to sweep a path for you to strut. We should be warriors with swords in our hands. Only by chopping out the road regardless of blood can we have supreme glory. So please let go, let me struggle, and see how I bravely make thorns bloom into roses.
There is a kind of love called letting go, and there is always a choice that needs to be decided by yourself to have no regrets.
You may have seen my excellent results, and Tsinghua Peking University is within reach. However, do you see the eternal wound in my heart? Such a regret is beyond the glory of my life. He is a toddler who took me, a person who picked osmanthus behind my back, a person who gave me a few miles of mountain roads without regrets, and a person who taught me to be strong and brave but pampered me like a pearl. He is my father, my dear father, but I missed seeing him for the last time because of the college entrance examination. You made a choice for me, but you refused to do it. This is a regret that I can't say in my life. There is a kind of love called letting go, and only I can choose to have no regrets. This is the life I must experience at the fork in the road, but you have hidden it, so it is difficult to be complete.
There is a kind of love called letting go, and the most beautiful scenery is the wind and rain I have experienced.
Butterflies don't want to fly over the sea, just because they are already vast. I don't want to reach my dream garden, because I saw Qian Shan when I came. Life is so short that you are lucky to experience every minute. You don't have to worry about my wind and rain, because you only know her lingering when you embrace the wind, and you only know his sweetness when you kiss the rain. I don't want to be brave or be unconventional, but my wings are eager to fly and shine dazzling and holy in the hot sun. You are the most beautiful scenery.
All parents' excessive behavior in the college entrance examination comes from anxiety caused by doting and protecting desire. If we can bravely let go and make us look like pines, cypresses and orioles, how can we know that it will not be a good scenery?
Letting go is also a kind of love
what is love ? What is the way of love? The answer may be colorful, and everyone has different opinions. In my opinion, there is a kind of love called letting go.
Say? The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. ? If a person wants to achieve something and has the ability to face the difficulties of life bravely, it is inevitable? Bitter his heart, tired his heart and bones, hungry his body and skin, empty his body and messed up his actions?
I once heard a story about a mother and son who lived alone. Mother works hard in a city without friends, so that her children can have a good future and not be as tired as she is. The mother loves her son very much and doesn't want him to work. At the same time, her son's poor self-care ability worried her. Nature played tricks on people, and later she realized that she was terminally ill and would soon die. A mother doesn't want anything, but she can't let go of her children. Can her son live well without her? After all, he is still young. She thought to herself. On second thought, for the sake of her son, she made up her mind to drive him out of the house and forbid him to come back, hoping that his son could learn to live independently. This may be the only way.
Half a year has passed, and my son has matured a lot and can stand on his own feet. But when he hurried home to see his mother with great expectation, her mother left, forever, leaving only a note to tell him why. My son suddenly realized that tears were boiling in his eyes. It turns out that it's not that mom is too cruel, but that she loves it and gives it up.
Some people take their fists back and attack again; Some people are reluctant to part with the laughter of another day; Some people, seemingly heartless, are for the love of the world.
There is a kind of love called letting go. Loving a person is not to own, not to take care of him personally for a lifetime, but to let him learn to take care of himself for a lifetime. Not only people, but also animals understand this truth. For example, the eagle: when its young eagle grows almost as big, its parents take it to the peak, throw it from a height and let it die, so that it can learn to fly. It sounds cruel, but this is the transformation of growth. Don't blame the eagle for its ruthlessness, because under the natural law of survival of the fittest and survival of the fittest, only by withstanding various tests can the powerful eagle clan continue. Only in this way can the baby eagle have the skills and learn to live alone.
If the mother doesn't let go, the son can't live at school; If the eagle doesn't let go, the baby eagle can't learn to fly. So, let go of love and give him a sky of his own.
Letting go is also a kind of love
Since I was born, I have been enjoying the care given by my parents, and I have thrived under their wings. Rain or shine, they are my shelter. I am like a chicken in a tree, enjoying the love I am used to.
When I took it for granted, my parents quietly let go, and I was surrounded by fear and anxiety. At that time, I was at a loss, just like the moment when the chicks in the bird's nest were pushed out of the bird's nest by the mother bird, fear and pain all poured out, that is, the pain and fear at that moment made my wings gradually tough, bravely faced the storm and swam in the blue sky.
There is such a lyric in A Mu's song? If you yearn for the sky and a pair of wings, let you fly? So are parents. I remember at that time, I was still very young, but sensible. I was a little happy to see my friends wearing gorgeous roller skates, but more envy took the place of me. When I got home, I sat quietly by the bed, thinking about the laughter and laughter of my friends. I am envious in my heart, but every time I think of the terrible situation of my partners wrestling, there are only a few bruises, and even a trace of fear flashes in my heart from time to time.
Until one day, my mother took out a mysterious gift box and opened it. I was shocked. I have mixed feelings about roller skates! I am happy to play with my friends, but I am worried about bleeding and injury. My mother seemed to see my doubts, saw my tangled expression and patted me on the shoulder to comfort me. I believe this little thing can't beat you! ?
I finally got up the courage to put it on, and my whole body was tense. The weather is always unsatisfactory. I just wanted to stand up and slide a few steps when I fell. The skin on my hand was scratched and I lost a lot of blood. I was nervous, with tears in my eyes, and looked at my mother with begging eyes. My gentle mother ran quickly, not far from me, but suddenly stopped. At the moment of pause, I seemed to see the nervous, pitying but decisive expression in my mother's eyes. I cried. I don't understand why my mother didn't help me. At this point, all the grievances welled up in my heart, and tears kept pouring out, but my parents still stood there, not moved by my crying. I cried for a while. I was tired. Slowly, I remembered, but it seemed to be providence. I fell down again and again, which made me very angry. I seem to want to prove something, but I try to stand up again. Perhaps it was my indomitable heart that made me successful. When I stood firm, I gave them a proud look and proved that I can do it! At this time, I saw, I saw the joy in my parents' eyes.
In retrospect, I really understand that there is a kind of love called letting go. It doesn't mean giving up, it means trusting. If you don't let go, the young eagle won't? Don't care about difficulties and obstacles, be the king of birds in life? ; If you don't let go, you won't want the little tree? See the sun through the clouds, beyond things? . Letting go gave me an independent and decisive character; Letting go fills me with confidence and perseverance; Letting go is a noble love!
Letting go is also a kind of love
Son, at this moment, you are far away in Zhengzhou, Henan, separated from Qian Shan. At this point, you have started your study life separated from your family. Although before you left, you were full of excitement and longing for leaving your parents' sight and starting an independent life, the tears in your eyes showed your powerlessness and helplessness at the moment when you waved goodbye to your mother, and I also understood the fragility behind your independence, which was often ignored by adults. I also understand that you are still a child after all.
However, you are destined to grow up, and I have to retreat behind the scenes. So, mom has a lot to say to you.
Now you are a handsome boy; You are smart, kind and sensitive. You said that you like to use numbers, colors and notes to interpret the world in front of you and express your feelings. You like to explore the tangible world and the ideology hidden behind it. You are a child with special talent, which has been proved by many facts. So you should face up to this and know yourself correctly, because the recognition and affirmation of your special endowment is the first prerequisite for your growth.
After you know yourself correctly, the first thing to do is to be grateful to the world and all the friends, relatives and teachers who have helped you. It is a wonderful coincidence that a person came into this world. Humans evolved from the original unisexual cells to later highly intelligent animals. Passed down from generation to generation, you have your own parents and your own life. So you should cherish this magical life, and don't give up no matter what life experience you face in the future! This is a respect for life, but also a kind of responsibility and gratitude to the predecessors. You have to do it, you have to do it! Besides, you should also thank your relatives, friends, teachers, companions, and your possible opponents and even enemies in the future. Because your life is enriched by them. You should be grateful.
Be a person who loves life. What a wonderful world this is! Mountains and seas, plains, streams, flowers, birds, insects and fish, human existence; Throughout the year, the charm of spring, the warmth of summer, the lofty autumn and the silence of winter; Do it at sunrise, rest at sunset, and change day and night; Man has created a splendid civilization, and you will have it all. So, love life and be grateful for life. You will grow up, you will be full of youth, you will fall in love and get married, you will have your own children and children's children, and enjoy family happiness; You will travel all over Qian Shan, and you will read all the good books. Life can be so simple and beautiful, so love all the beauty that life has given you.
The premise of a good life is to have a healthy body and a sound personality, so we must cherish our body, develop the habit of exercise and scientific eating habits, in addition, we must have a sound personality. You grew up in a social transition period, and different ideas and values will be presented to you, so you must learn to distinguish and judge wisely; We should be wise to face the incomprehension and even distortion brought by our sensitive and serious personality, and at the same time firmly believe in the truth, goodness and beauty that we rely on in life; We should understand the diversity of human nature and learn to tolerate others. Take a step back and broaden your horizons? . It will be difficult to do this, but you have to learn it slowly. Mom believes you.
Life is a process, and we should leave our distinctive marks in each process. Every experience is a landscape worth remembering. In this way, life will be alive and life will be wonderful.
Son, my mother is glad that she can write such a letter to you at the age of 40, because her 40-year-old mother has settled down in life and started to feel and think about life. So, please think about them and taste them. Your parents are decent, upright and honest people, but because of their own personality and other factors, they can't set a good example for you in life and can't guide and help you particularly well. Moreover, their parents' attitude towards life and their mother's careless and indifferent habits have had a negative impact on you to varying degrees. Therefore, while asking for your understanding, I especially hope that you can learn to grow up by yourself. But you should also believe in your parents, who grow and progress with you. At the same time, I also want to tell you in particular: parents are happy because of you!
Son, you will continue to grow and progress. You are destined to grow up, and I will retreat behind the scenes. Our eyes will always pay attention to you and follow you!
Letting go is also a kind of love
Love fills my whole life. Great maternal love, strict fatherly love, close friendship, selfless teacher love me, surrounded by love, enjoying the sunshine and rain of love, enjoying the sweet happiness of life. But with the growth of age, I gradually feel that the love my mother gave me has gradually changed.
In my memory, my childhood was spent under the care of my mother. I seldom encountered my own difficulties during that time, because my mother was meticulous? Service? When I am sad, my mother tries her best to make me happy. My mother always helps me when I don't want to do something. My mother takes care of the little things in my life. Over time, I can't live without my mother at all, and I have developed the bad habit of relying on my mother.
With the passage of time, I stepped into the hall of junior high school and became a middle school student in a new era. I thought it was smooth sailing, but I didn't expect difficulties to follow: in labor class, students can sew clothes skillfully, but I can only be anxious; During the holiday, my classmates invited me to play at home. They can cook skillfully in the kitchen, but I am helpless and can't help. When chatting, my classmates all said that their laundry was clean and tidy, but I was envious. Whenever my classmates get together to talk about housework on weekends, I feel that they and I are two different worlds. I feel inferior. I suddenly realized that without my mother, I don't know anything, just like a bird with broken wings, I can't fly if I want to!
From then on, I tried to communicate with my classmates, tried all kinds of work at school, and gradually mastered what I couldn't do before. When I came home from school, my mother treated me as usual. That? Special? Dear, love makes me sick for the first time. Looking at what my mother did for me, I broke out: I don't need this kind of doting! Please let go, dear mother, when I grow up, give me room for independent development, believe me!
Mom finally understood that I should be given time and space to develop independently! Her love for me has changed: ask my advice first, and I will never do anything I can solve myself. The difficult things are just pointing me out, and I will participate in the discussion if I can't solve them. In this way, I learned how to do housework, how to deal with trivial matters in life, how to arrange work and rest reasonably, how to communicate with people and how to think rationally. Of course, there will inevitably be difficulties. It is a kind of fraternity to let go of the frustrated mother at the right time! Let me exercise the ability to live independently.
Yes, as teenagers in the 2 1 century, we should have done this long ago! But now, there are still many parents doting on their children. I want to comfort them: Dear parents, can you take care of your children all your life? You will always get old. If you want your children to become useful talents, from this moment on, you must change the way you love them, let them work hard and let them create a better life with their own hands! Let them have the courage to overcome difficulties and setbacks!
I often hear parents sigh: Are we tired for our children? But they won't listen! The ancients said:? Take a step back and broaden your horizons? I understand: to retreat is to let go. Dear parents, the road is right under our feet! So tired, why not let go? There is a saying that when one window closes, another will open for you. The scenery outside the window may be beautiful, there may be bright sunshine to warm you, but it may also let storms and haze invade. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Take your own colorful life path! Even if we go through the storm, it will make us stronger! Please give us the opportunity to exercise, because this is deeper love!
Let go and let your children bravely accept the baptism of the storm! Because letting go is also a kind of love!
Letting go is also a kind of love
My mother has been tutoring me at home, saying it's tutoring, but what she has learned is useless. Letting go is also a love composition. But she is different from other mothers. Most other mothers spoil their children, but my mother never dotes on me or me.
Once, I burned my hand while pouring hot water at home. Mom just asked me to wash it in cold water. At that time, I felt that my mother didn't love me at all. I stared at my mother and frowned. When my mother asks me anything, I keep silent. At night, I woke up in pain and heard my parents talking. The father said to his mother in a reproachful tone. You don't care if the child burns his hand. What happened? I don't care. My child burned his hand. Don't I feel bad? She is also my child, my pride! ? I thought I heard my mother crying. My mother went on to say that I wanted him to be strong and not to be a flower in the greenhouse. I don't care about him, just like a tree planter who doesn't water the tree, the tree can find its own water without relying on others! ? Hearing this, tears moistened my eyes, and I thought to myself: Mom, I won't live up to your hopes for me. My mother gave me a different love!
Another time, I forgot to bring my English book and called my mother to send it. She said, No. Just send it, my dear mother. No, there is a second time for the first time. No, it won't happen again! No, don't say it. ? Then he hung up.
I turned red with anger. I stamped my foot, gritted my teeth and left angrily!
When I got home, my mother told me earnestly why I didn't send the book, and my heart calmed down a lot.
My mother gave me different love and gave me different experiences, experiences and feelings. Her unique way of education makes me know more!
Silence is a kind of love. At night, black clouds float overhead, and noisy sounds are hidden in the cross street. Everything became quiet.
Silence covered the zebra crossing. Under the uneven asphalt road, the roots of street trees are intertwined, and occasionally the arched back is exposed to the ground, showing a light taupe. There is no difference between day and night for trees. Those roots tangled on the roadside support the weight of the whole tree, allowing flowers and leaves to bloom vividly on its head, but it is silent day after day and stubborn enough to forget its existence. But I know what the horizontal silence is waiting for.
There is a wave on the lake. Sitting on a bench by the lake, there will always be? Whoosh I heard water. Is that a serenade by the lake? No, the lake is naturally quiet. No matter how rough the water is, it will only become a faint particle at the bottom of the lake; Ripples stand on tiptoe on the lake and touch the river? Whoosh Singing and dancing. Turn off your sleeves and gently, without a sound from beginning to end. Silence is the biggest difference between lakes and rivers. Maybe you think it lacks passion, but I know what the silence in the pool contains.