01 Facing
The huge The hamlet of Xizi Lake I am the only one.
This is my second time to West Lake .
Last time, I came to West Lake with Uncle Li’s son, little cousin and grandma. It was noon, the scorching sun was scorching on my head, there was no wind in the air, and the surging crowd was so crowded that it couldn't breathe. I looked up, but the dazzling sunlight blocked my vision. I felt dizzy, but I didn't feel any scenery coming into my eyes. So after I came back, I talked about my hopes and disappointments to Uncle Li. Uncle Li just smiled and nodded, not speaking. Finally, when I finished venting, Uncle Li said, "Go and have a look alone in the morning! That is West Lake."
Now, I am standing on the shore of West Lake for the second time, and there is no one by the huge West Lake! It was lightly dawn, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. I was surprised by the scenery in front of me and had to agree with Uncle Li: "This is the West Lake."
The breeze blew from time to time, blowing the willows on the shore, ripples in the lake, and cleaning up the dust in my heart. From time to time, birds fly by in the sky, singing the beauty of West Lake, and stopping among the trees to look at their beautiful figure in the water. But they saw more of the purity of West Lake, so they flew away in a short while.
I faced the West Lake in front of me alone, and I felt a little surprised, but more intoxicated. Maybe this is in my dream that I haven’t woken up in the morning? I began to move my steps and browse through this fairyland that is not a dream.
The deeper it goes, the denser the trees become, and the darker it becomes. Occasionally, the sun shines through the heavy shade of trees, forming a bunch of intertwined halos. I reached out to grab it, but it jumped mischievously onto my hands, gently caressing me, bringing me a little warmth and driving away the chill of the morning. I continued to walk forward, and what caught my eye was a small arch bridge. I walked slowly up the bridge, lowered my head and greeted me with the gurgling water, and turned around and said cheerful carp in the water beside me. I was a little obsessed with it, but I walked out of West Lake without realizing it.
Other shore is full of graceful lotus is greeting me. I stood by the lake and looked at the beautiful scenery brought to me by the West Lake, and I felt a little reluctant to leave. Someone has passed by me one after another. I know that even if I don’t leave, West Lake will slowly leave. I sighed helplessly. Maybe it is enough to have a chance to face her alone in life, and I comfort myself again. In the distance, a newborn sun is rising behind Leifeng Pagoda . I know that West Lake will hide again soon.
After returning, Uncle Li asked me if I had seen the real West Lake, but I didn't say anything. Uncle Li smiled and nodded, and then said, "Child, as long as you have a heart, all beauty will be scaled for you. West Lake is always there, as long as you have her in your heart."
02 Facing
"Mom, you must help me prepare everything for tomorrow's singing competition!"
"I'm on a business trip tomorrow and can't accompany you. The performance costume is on the sofa, and I prepare the other things by myself. I'll go to bed first when I'm tired."
"But... I'm alone, I..."
"Are you okay? After all, I'm eighteen years old."
door was closed with a "bang", leaving me alone in the living room. The bleak light left an infinitely extended disappointment and desolation in my heart. "What's wrong with mom? She is not like this in normal times. She will prepare everything for me with enthusiasm, and she will even remember the throat." I was stunned in the living room and the more I thought about it, the more I became confused, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became. In a blink of an eye, an hour slipped away quietly between my frown eyebrows. It was too late to pack up. So I stuffed my clothes and water cups into my bag and hurried into the bedroom.
It seems that the moonlight doesn’t care about me, and I secretly hide behind the night, lying on the bed, and I tossed and turned: Alas alone! No one has ever done anything big. It seems that every competition and every exam is accompanied by my mother. Her advice and meticulousness make me full of confidence on the stage. But is it really OK for me to be alone this time? Can I still be as confident as ever when facing me alone for the first time?
When the first ray of light from dawn shone in, I quietly got up and found that my mother was on a business trip. I picked up the phone in my hand and wanted to dial it to my mother, but I didn't dial it in the end, because I remembered my mother's words last night: "You can."
When I rushed to the backcourt of the stage, I found that there were crowds of people and almost every contestant was with my parents, no matter how strong I was, I couldn't hide my loss at this moment. "Everything is ready! Do you want to drink some water first? Don't be nervous, your parents are watching you off the stage!" I don't want to hear these things, I don't want to hear them! I ran to the changing room as if I had escaped and avoided those enviable care.
When I took out the performance costume, a card floated down. I picked it up and looked at it: "Yangyang, I'm sorry, I'm actually not on a business trip today. I just hope to give you the opportunity to let you learn to face it alone. Eighteen years later, my mother feels that she should let go. After all, you need to face it yourself in the future. This is your first time facing it alone, and I believe you can." After reading it, a wave of warm current in my heart invaded my whole body. I walked onto the stage with tears in my eyes, taking steps as confident as ever.
Strange, why do I feel that you are still by my side? I seemed to see you, and the images flashed in your pupils were saying: "Faced alone, you can do it."
03 Facing alone
The early autumn rain poured quietly on the roof and flowed silently into my heart. It drowned out loneliness and slapped on the glass window, just like my tears quietly slipping down. The white swan that has been alone and noble for a long time, a warm current ripples in my heart. The soft lines are like your bright smile, wiping away the tears of longing. I know that with you in my heart, I will no longer be afraid to face it alone.
Deep in my memory, I always curl up quietly in the corner of the classroom, always alone. Because a red birthmark the size of a copper coin was on my face that was originally black and yellow, it was particularly annoying. When I was a child, my friends' isolation made me snuggle behind my mother with my head down. After going to school, I became even more taciturn and dared not look directly at others' gazes. Fear filled my heart. I always felt that the eyes of my classmates and teachers were full of ridicule. I was the ugliest girl, and I didn't even dare to fight back even if I was a little unpleasant insult. Whenever the school bell rang, I rushed to my home with relief. Because I rely on it, I no longer need to face the inferiority in my heart alone.
Until that early autumn morning with soft sunshine, as a transfer student, you slowly turned your head, gently raised your forehead, and then buried it deeply. What a bright smile and what a handsome face. I whispered my name. From now on, your sunny smile melted the ice of fear in my heart bit by bit. I slowly dared to raise my head and look straight into other people's gazes.
I remember that it was the afternoon when we parted. You took out the one-winged swan from your bag and said, "Duoduo, do you know? How envious I am?" My heart was filled with doubts, "You..." "Actually this swan is me, and my right leg is a prosthetic." Xiaoxiao said calmly, and I hugged her all at once, just like the warm hug she gave me. In fact, I understand that every physical education class, you look at the playground next to the window of the classroom, and you look like you walk and turn... However, even though the classmates were talking behind your back, you still laughed it off, but at this moment, you told me that I actually understand that you want to encourage me to get out of inferiority; encourage me to face life bravely and confidently; encourage me to express my grand ambitions in life.
Thank you, Xiaoxiao from afar, because of you, I am no longer afraid to face it alone. Because of this, I am also a noble and confident white swan.
The rain is still pouring down, and the sun is turning on my face, driving away the haze of fear and facing life alone.
04 Facing
Facing lentlessly is a process of tempering yourself and firming yourself.
The sun in early summer is wet and lovely, let alone during such a holiday, let alone on a business trip with your parents! My five-year-old sister looked at me sleepily, and then started to giggle. The family is the world of these people. Thinking about it, my heart is like a happy puppy, and I can't calm down.
Morning run is carried out normally. My sister clamored to drink ice water. I think it's rare to be free. Seeing her drinking half of the bottle and blinking her long eyelashes, I smiled sweetly, everything was beautiful.
Suddenly, the girl squatted down and shouted with a little crying voice: "Sister, my stomach hurts." She hurriedly helped her up. Her little pink face turned white just now, and thin beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her soft hair was soaked.
panic, chaos. I didn't know what to do with it for a while. My parents are on a business trip, so calling them is useless. Looking at my sister's painful look, I felt so distressed. How could I be in a state of being in a state of no control? I scolded myself. After calming down, he ran home to grab his cell phone and bank card, put his sister on his bicycle, and rode her away. Her little head was hanging softly, and I made her hold me tightly.
My gasp. The whistling sounds in my ears. The bicycle's small wheels were rotating rapidly and almost left. I suddenly remembered myself who was cared for in everyday life, and my parents were holding on to big and small things. I was like a greedy moth , hiding in the safe and huge cocoon woven by my parents. Zhang had no chance to experience the pain, hardships and happiness that broke out of the cocoon. At this moment, I was facing something I had never encountered before, but my heart seemed to suddenly revived, full of courage and strength.
soon arrived at the children's clinic. My sister has acute enteritis, so it’s okay if she gets an IV drip. After a long time of struggle, my sister fell asleep in my arms, and the tears on her face had not disappeared, so ugly. Hey, I sighed.
I called my mother. I couldn't help but feel a little excited when I heard her anxious and worried tone turn into a relieved and comfortable tone.
is always in trouble. We should not be wrapped in a warm cocoon and enjoy a sick life. Facing it alone is the only way to strengthen wings, plump wings, and boldness, and it is the process of pain and happiness.
Outside the window of the ward, a three-legged little black dog jumped past, with a satisfied and gentle expression on his face. It also faced many difficulties alone to have such a peaceful expression. Thinking of it, he smiled.
05 Facing
The autumn wind brings a scent of flowers. I know, it is the fragrance of chrysanthemums. I also knew that there was a sea of chrysanthemums not far away, in my grandmother's yard, in my memories.
So I followed the fragrance of flowers and walked alone on the river bank covered with grass. The sound of the past graceful flute passed by helplessly over the years. On the morning of the third day of September, dewdrops remained on the grass leaves.
Drain fell in the evening and it stopped until dawn. But at this moment I heard helpless moans. I jumped up from the bed, pushed the window and saw that the ground was covered with messy chrysanthemum petals. Once upon a time, those elegant chrysanthemums filled the courtyard with unevenness, and now they are piled up with yellow flowers on the ground, haggard and damaged.
I couldn't help but think of Nalan's poem: Who is thinking about the west wind and cool alone , the yellow leaves closed the sparse window, and the consul stood in the setting sun.
Those chrysanthemums were born from the pot given to me by my grandmother. I cherish them like a baby. They are like my Aladdin 's magic lamp, and are my fairy tale.
The courtyard of my grandmother's house is very large, with hundreds of flowers of all kinds, including all kinds of flowers, among which my grandmother still loves chrysanthemums. When I was a child, there were two people in the yard. I was often placed in a bamboo chair by her, but she herself held a watering can and scissors and faced the flowers alone. Grandma's back is very thin, but very tough.Grandma, the faint chrysanthemums, the fences covered with green vines and the blue sky, all of which constitute the colorful impression of childhood.
Grandma went and let me face the yellow flowers on this place alone. I was at a loss and was pious, afraid of hurting these little lives. If grandma was there, how would she deal with these fallen flowers?
Suddenly I remembered that there were two iron boxes under my bed, which contained the chrysanthemum tea made by my grandmother. They emitted a scent of clear distant fragrance in the sun. Every twelfth month of winter, my grandmother would always share these teas with her neighbors, so the warm fragrance was gathered over the entire village.
If she were there, these flowers might be made into tea by her before they fell, leaving a fragrance to benefit people. Unfortunately, I did not inherit her skills, so I could only watch these flowers fall. But I believe that even if the slightest falls into mud and crushes into dust, the fragrance will remain the same.
sat alone on the steps of the courtyard. Thinking of the grandmother's grave covered with wild chrysanthemum , a warm feeling in my heart kept rising.
Facing this broken sea of chrysanthemums alone made me understand Tagore's words:
"Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, death is as quiet as autumn leaves."
06 Facing
A man has more responsibility, one is determined, and one is reluctant to leave, that is his father. Let me learn to face people alone.
8 years old.
8 is the age to enter school. I looked left and right in front of the mirror with my schoolbag on my back, and the excitement was highlighted on my face. When I went to school, I was a "adult".
When my father tied the door key to a red rope and hung it around my neck, and told me to "be careful when I go home alone in the future", I looked unwilling and pouted: "I want to go home alone, I am so young..."
"Small? You are at the age of elementary school, and you have to face alone to go home alone." My father looked stern.
I know that my father has changed. He is no longer the man who laughs with me all day long. He has more responsibility. But I don't like it.
Since then, I have faced the way home alone.
13 years old.
13 years old, a young age, with his own playmate and his own life. He is not as close to his father as before.
When my father took me to the pool and told me: "You are 13 years old and you need to learn some basic skills. Swimming is good." I looked happy, but when my father was sitting by the pool and had no intention of teaching me, I was dissatisfied: "Don't you teach me? I am alone..."
"One person? There are so many people here, you can just learn it. I can't do any small things well." My father looked determined.
I gritted my teeth and suddenly realized that my father had changed again. He was no longer gentle because he was more determined. But I don't like it, and I'm even dissatisfied.
After choking for a few sips of water, I was disappointed. I faced the way to learn swimming alone.
19 years old.
19 years old, he is a real adult, and he travels between home, school and toilet every day. The piles of lecture notes and endless classes made me very tired.
When my father asked to pick me up and drop me off to school, he asked to take me out to play and relax; he asked me to rest early and practice doing it tomorrow, I saw the reluctance in my father's eyes.
I was a little dazed. When did I become so unfamiliar with my father? I didn't raise my head and was still writing quickly, but when I said, "I can face it alone", I felt my father obviously stunned.
I understand that my father has changed, and he has become a child, because he has become more reluctant to leave, and I like it...
Facing it alone is my father who taught me. It is such a man who makes me independent, make me strong, and uses his responsibilities, resoluteness and reluctance.
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