Tisch

When we were young, we were attached to our parents. Worship. After entering adolescence, we have our own thoughts and started to act independently, eager to get our parents' "liberation certificate", eager for our parents to treat us as adults, and even challenge our parents. In the eyes of parents, we will always be children. We have no life experience and rich experience, but we have our own ideas. Parents blame us for being more and more unruly, more and more ignorant, and miss our good looks as children. Their love for us has not changed, but they are more strict, and it is inevitable to say a few more words. When we don't listen, we feel that our parents are nagging. Vilti. In this way, there is a contradiction between us and our parents. Hope to succeed. It is the wish of all parents in the world to expect women to become the norm. The conflict between us and our parents is often based on the high expectations of our parents. Strict requirements. This "strictness", which is very demanding in our opinion, reflects the love of parents. We must understand your parents' pain.

Conflict with parents, if you resist with a tough attitude, resist with rude behavior, or ignore it. It is wrong to be indifferent to each other, or to shift from the differences on something to the bad feelings of parents themselves, or even to take extreme measures to deal with them, which will cause great harm.

At home, there are contradictions and generation gaps between parents and us, which cannot be denied, ignored or exaggerated. The intentional approach is to build a bridge of communication. Communication is a matter for both parties. As children, we should be close to our parents, strive to cross the generation gap and walk hand in hand with our parents.

Don't care too much about your parents in family communication. Forgive your parents even if they are wrong, and don't have to compete with them. Sometimes even if you win, you don't have to bring happiness to yourself and your family. When we admit our mistakes, we will not lose face, but let us lose our burdens and get more love and happiness.

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"Bang", with an earth-shattering door closing sound, my daughter's thin back disappeared at the corner of the corridor. Mother looked at the end of the corridor, filled with bitterness. "What should I do?" My mother said helplessly to herself ... just a month ago, my mother realized her daughter's depression and some unusual reactions. Mother quietly asked the psychologist, and the doctor told her that her daughter was probably suffering from depression, which had a lot to do with the lack of communication at home. Realizing the seriousness of the problem, the mother tried hard to get close to her daughter. She talks with her daughter in her spare time, but time and time again, the conversation can't go on. No, my daughter retreated evasively, and it was the thin figure that caught my mother's attention. ...

The next day, when my mother cleaned her daughter's room, she accidentally found many colorful paper cranes piled up in a small flower basket on the desk. Mother couldn't help but pick up a piece of paper, only to find that it was uneven and clearly written. Driven by curiosity, the mother opened one with her daughter's diary written on it. Juanxiu's words came into view: "There will be a mock exam tomorrow, and I want my mother to encourage me." But my mother just said,' Then go to bed early and be energetic tomorrow'. In fact, she has no idea what I need. "My mother was shocked, but I didn't expect her casual words to have such a big reaction in her daughter's heart. However, I want to encourage her, but I don't know how to say it! Mother continued to dismantle the paper crane, read her daughter's mind from those lines, and found many carelessness and injuries to her daughter. Finally, my mother folded the diary again with tears in her eyes and put it back in the basket.

When my daughter came home from school, she found a small flower basket on her desk. In the basket, there is a pink paper crane. Intuition prompted her to open the paper crane, which actually read her mother's words: "Please forgive my mother for looking at your paper crane. Mom didn't mean to do this, but how much she longed for you to open your heart and communicate with me. My mother wants to say "I love you, son", but she can't say it ... I took this way because I wanted to have spiritual communication as you said, not superficial language dialogue. " My daughter's eyes are moist. ...

After dinner that day, my daughter smiled at her mother with tears in her eyes, and her mother suddenly felt very confident. Since then, the paper cranes in the two small flower baskets have been superimposed day by day ... After half a year, my daughter's depression has completely disappeared, and the mother and daughter often snuggle together and talk to each other like old friends for many years.

A few years later, this daughter became a mother. She wrote in her diary: "As a mother, I know that it is impossible to communicate with children only by language. What matters is the intersection of hearts and the exchange of emotions. Of course, any relationship is the same for anyone else. The emotion and soul possessed by human beings are the most important communication bridge!

Tisso

The brave, the benevolent and the wise cross the desert together. It takes six days to cross the desert, and everyone needs at least one bag of water every day. Therefore, the three agreed to bring eight bags of water each, which can be supplemented in case of accidents. The brave, the kind and the wise embarked on a journey across the desert. All three of them were careful: since the other two will bring eight bags of water, I will only bring half. So the brave and benevolent only hung four bags of water and four empty skins on their bodies, and the wise man brought five bags of water and three empty skins.

On the first day, despite the scorching sun, all three of them walked easily, because the fact was that there were only four or five bags of water. They secretly rejoice: fortunately, they have gained a new heart. At night, they all hid the truth and told each other, "Look! There is still a lot of water! " In the middle of the night, the brave man quietly poured water from a benevolent skin into his own skin and filled the benevolent skin with sand.

The next day, it was still very hot. At night, they clap their skins and say to each other, "Look! There is still plenty of water! " That night, the wise man sneaked into the tent of the brave man. ...

On the fourth night, misfortune came. Brave and clever people find that all the sand is poured out of their skin. A wise man has water except a layer of skin, and the rest are all sand. Now they only have the last bag of water left. The brave and the kind stared at the last bag of water. The wise man holds his chest in his hands, protecting the last bag of water. They are deadlocked and silent, each with an abacus in his heart. The courage of the brave has long since disappeared, and only cruelty has flashed in his eyes; There is no pity in the eyes of the benevolent, only cunning; The wisdom of the wise has also been replaced by conspiracy. No one spoke. The night is as silent as death ...

The sun has risen, and it is another scorching sun. The sun scorched the desert and licked three bodies lying in the desert. A caravan that often travels in the desert understands everything after seeing the traces of fighting, the dagger inserted in the chest of the deceased and the remaining bag of water. Someone sighed and said, "If they communicate with each other, don't play tricks and conspire. That bag of water is enough for them to walk through this dune, and there is enough water on the other side of the dune to get them out of the desert. When they closed their hearts, they also began to bury themselves. "

Without communication, the desert is the forbidden area of life and the residence of death.

Without communication, life is the grave of morality and the train to death.