Lizhen is a little girl who always lowers her head. She always feels that she is not beautiful enough. One day, she went to the jewelry store and bought a green bow. The shopkeeper praised her for wearing a bow. Although lizhen doesn't believe it, she is very happy. She couldn't help looking up, eager to show it to everyone. It doesn't matter if she accidentally bumped into someone when she went out.
Li Zhen walked into the classroom and met her teacher head-on. Jane, you look so beautiful with your head held high! The teacher patted her lovingly on the shoulder and said.
That day, she was praised by many people. She thought it must be a bow, but when she looked in front of the mirror, there was no bow on her head. She must have been lost when she was out of the jewelry store.
Self-confidence is a kind of beauty, but many people lose a lot of happiness because they care too much about appearance.
Tip: Whether you are poor or rich, whether you are beautiful or plain, as long as you hold your head high, happiness will make you cute-the kind that everyone likes.
A woman, that year, a week before the child died, caught a cold, or had a bad cold, a high fever and was out of breath. She had to open her mouth to breathe a little weak air, but just then, her son was born. On a sunny morning, she saw a big wet mattress. She knew that her mother had been warning her that her water broke and she killed herself with a pillow.
She touched her stomach, discussed with the child for a while, and then said to the doctor: Oxytocin! Because the old man who took care of her refused to leave the hospital, her husband bought her a box of raw rice in a hurry. When he wanted to find someone to buy it again, his husband disappeared. The two old women thought that they were not hungry, and neither was she. She had to live on that 5-yuan box of uncooked rice all day.
At night, she began to feel pain, endless pain. When the mouth for breathing could not bear it, she bit out her arm and the guardian's arm one after another. By that time, she had eaten all the boxes of uncooked rice. Moreover, her body temperature rose alarmingly, and her lips were so thirsty that blood came out.
The second oxytocin didn't let her give birth to the baby smoothly. She was pushed out of the delivery room for the third time. My sister cried and begged her to agree to caesarean section during the long journey, so that she would not suffer like that again. The two old people who insisted on giving birth naturally also begged her to agree to the operation. In just one second, she resolutely refused everyone's request. In her mind, she just wants to give the baby a normal process: she read all the books about childbirth and said. She knows that she can be a qualified mother, and she firmly believes!
The third time she asked the doctor to give her oxytocin, and the two doctors on duty were pale. They said to the surgeon who watched her grow up, "She has a high fever. I'm afraid she can't stand it if she keeps fighting!" The experienced surgeon said, "Fight! I know her! A tough guy! Let her family sign and call again. " In this way, her pain began to surge in every nerve under the action of oxytocin for the third time, and she began to feel extremely cold. She saw a glacier in her dream, as if she had seen children she had never met before. Even after turning on the air conditioner to the maximum, she heard the doctors sweating. She knew she couldn't faint. She saw an iron bar burning red in front of her, and the incomparable cold made her desperate for pain. She clutched it tightly.
She heard her son crying. They said it was a son. She grabbed the stainless steel handrail of the maternity bed and it was broken by her. She held it tightly in her hand and covered herself with three quilts. Seven or eight doctors looked at her like monsters inside, all sweating. She smiled. They said, "This woman can still laugh, really!" They wrapped up her son and changed the armrest of the bed she was holding. Then she wouldn't let go with her bloody child in her arms. When the doctor sewed her stitches, she no longer felt pain. She kept talking to her son with a smile, awake and so weak that she only smiled at him. ...
Later, in a very accidental opportunity, she met another child who was facing death alone. ...
A child who was declared dead
At that time, a client asked her to help solve some claims about student accident insurance, and she met this child.
A boy of 14 years old was enthusiastic about helping his neighbor carry straw when he was a child, and he was hit back by a scooter that hit a post. However, he didn't know that his body had been hurt like that. He fainted several times on his way home and was sent home to sleep for a day by passers-by who released farmers. His family also thinks that he fell asleep because of fatigue and injury. Until I woke up after fainting many times, my face was sallow and I was taken to a higher hospital. In the hospital where he was finally left for surgery, the doctor warned his family again and again that the child was probably hopeless, and they were just trying their best because his duodenum was necrotic and began to leak after the operation.
Just then, she met the child. He was born in a poor family. The medical expenses for a few days left his family in debt. They want to ask her how much the insurance company can pay after he leaves, so as to decide whether they can only abandon him in the hospital and live on those outstanding expenses. When she saw him by the bed, he had just finished the operation, but he was very awake. He seemed to understand everything those people said at once. He looked at her in despair and said, "Give it up!" "But she clearly looked at his eyes hard to contain, stubborn and firm! She gave some money to his family. After she answered their questions in detail, she asked them to wait for her answer. She promised to find a way for them not to leave their children and give up treating them for two days.
She went home and dug up her only real estate license. When she asked her husband to take out the mortgage with her, her husband's name was written on the real estate license. Her husband said she was crazy and informed her parents. She can't convince anyone that the child will survive. She can't let others know that she says the child is firm. She cried for her helplessness for a whole week. She even saw the child's soul come to say goodbye to her when she was tired of crying!
She had to keep writing letters, sending letters for help, calling her classmates by radio and calling them by newspaper. She even told others online that she wanted someone to believe in that sustainable life ... but she was completely defeated. The only thing she can do is to make a requiem for her child on a web page to comfort her cold heart and feel guilty for her helplessness. She didn't persist enough to save the child. She was sad that she didn't have the courage to give up the house and never had the courage to see those eyes again. When the child might leave, she finally became the same reality as his helpless family. She hoped that this painful memory would stay at that stage where she could redeem her soul, but she would never forget those eyes that longed for warmth. ...
A month later, his family unexpectedly found her again. She thought it was about his funeral and wanted to refuse, but her father asked her to write them more thank-you letters. The child is still alive, and the child has come back to life! ! She choked with surprise, he is still alive! Vivre！ She recovered quickly. She didn't hear a word of gratitude from her father. She ran home happily to write those thank-you letters. She finally realized that she didn't despair and the children didn't despair. In fact, some people can believe in their desire and belief to live! That's because she is so desperate. ...
Unable to leave
That year, when the marriage and family could no longer be maintained by her own will, she chose to secretly abandon it. She can't afford to lose the career she has worked hard for many years, the man she doesn't love but is deeply attached, cared for and endured, and the man who has been calling "Dad"! Has been carried by her son for months. A good man, after touching everything about him, in front of all the old people, when she asked him to make a choice between two women, told her that he never wanted anyone from now on! In fact, she knew who he had chosen. Clever, she knew that she was rejected in an instant, together with her poor child who was less than two years old, but she was still unwilling to give in and fail. She could not accept the conditions he implied in order to keep her identity: that is, * * *. A woman who can't be a wife is just one of his lovers, and only exists as a lover who can't bear children for him without seeing the light, and she will always be his wife, and there will be no change, but her man will always be free to accompany his lover. She refused, no matter how others advised her, she refused, no matter whether she loved the man or not, she asked him to be loyal to her or leave her! Anyway, she doesn't choose to share!
As a result, the man is still the same, and she can't let go of her stubborn persistence again and again. After fighting again and again, she gave up on herself again and again.
The eighth time, when the country regulated the management of the drug market, she could no longer buy a whole bottle of sleeping pills. She bought two bottles of chlorpheniramine according to her little knowledge of pharmacology. After watching her son fall asleep sweetly in her arms, she cried for a while and quietly swallowed the 400 white pills with cold water. She didn't know that he was watching on the sofa in the living room, and she was so numb that she didn't know anyone's dealings.
Ten minutes later, he walked into the bedroom. He said to her, "ten minutes later, you must be confused?" She was surprised to find herself awake. She clearly heard his words, heard his vicious words that she could never believe. Her son woke up in his abuse and suddenly found that his mother couldn't speak and he wouldn't cry. The son pinched his mother's nose with his little hand as usual, then kissed her face and eggs and scratched her arm. When the son's hand slapped his mother's stomach hard, and when her mother never laughed again, the son knew that her mother was dying. He cried and begged the man to save his mother. His son got up from the bed, wearing a thin pajamas, kneeling on the bed and begging his father to save his mother.
The son said, "Mom can't talk and mom won't cry. Mom is crying to death! " "Maybe the man was moved by compassion and couldn't bear to see his mother die like that. He began to scare the little boy. He told his son not to stay there and watch his mother die. They can walk into the street and let her die alone. They can go shopping, buy some toys outside, or leave him with a dead man, saying that his mother will become a ghost, regardless of inducements.
She opened her eyes wide and watched her leave in despair. Suddenly, she wished she could stay, give up all struggles, live a good life with her son and stop fighting for everything. But she felt that holding her son's hand was getting cold. At that time, she longed for her son's hand to get warmer and warmer, warm enough to wake her up ... When she couldn't talk or move, she really hoped that the man would take her son away, but.
It was so cold that winter, at least in the hearts of her mother and son, her child just held her hand and refused to leave with her father. Finally, his son really knelt on the cold floor and begged his father, but the determined man had no desire to move. He even slammed the door without looking back ... The poor clever boy cried himself dumb and dried himself when he was one year and nine months old. I can still remember my grandfather's trombone. 1 10, the police and grandparents left his mother on the stretcher in the ambulance, and the child fainted. ...
She looked at all this helplessly and looked at it very coldly. There was no warm feeling in her heart, but she saw the green color of life and the color of life that stubbornly multiplied in that cold.
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She is still tired, so tired that she doesn't want to live another day, and she doesn't want to continue after dawn, but she knows that she must live, and she needs life, which is a green hope. Even if the stories in life are always so painful and desperate, she can only live!
Choose one.