read the article "Adults' Breakups Are Quiet" on Shiyi's official account, and I felt very depressed. I flipped through the address book with my phone and repeatedly brushed up and down several names. Do I want to send a message to say hello? Those who once thought they were eternal at a certain stage of their lives have become a time when news has to hesitate.
It turns out that the world of change is not a lie. What we once thought was that life after life was just turning around and waved to see each other. The meeting we once thought sometimes will eventually become indefinitely unsuccessful.
called the little sister, and it felt like I hadn't called for a long time, except for the occasional greetings and chats on WeChat. Since we have WeChat, many people don’t even know the phone number. I remembered the days when I used QQ, and I had QQ every day. When the familiar coughed , I immediately knew that someone was calling me.
chatted for a long time and talked a lot. Fortunately, we can still speak freely and say everything we want even if we haven’t seen each other for a long time. Life is difficult, and every family is similar. In this breathing gap, my friend is the harbor that allows you to breathe a sigh of relief and rest for a while.
Yesterday, Shiyi released another article titled "All people who think that their ideas are more important than friends are idiots." Perhaps many people disagree with this view. But I really think sometimes, emotion is much more important than reason.
Each of us is an independent individual. Not to mention friends, even husband and wife, we do not have the same views on everything. As long as it is not a matter of principle, I think it can be ignored, tolerated, and forgiven.
The world is full of snow. There are so many roads to go, so many mountains to climb, so many difficulties, and one difficulty to pass the level. Everyone who has helped each other and everyone who brings you warmth is a god on this road of clearance, and it is hard to come by.
The so-called true friendship is "the spirit of meeting is for you to drink, and the horse is next to the weeping willows in a tall building"? You can be crazy together, scold together, laugh together, cry together, or quarrel until you blush but still the same person.
Looking back, there are already thousands of mountains. Those who are separated and those scattered flowers are often not because of conceptual problems, nor because of everyone's subjective problems, but because of the distance between time and space.
It’s dark now when I go home, and it’s still dark when I go out in the morning. Life is so difficult. I remember when I was in high school, I said when chatting with my classmates, "If you give you a generous reward and make you do something that is unfair?" We, who were once young, were arrogant and arrogant, how could we know how to feel sad about beating for five dou of rice?
At that time, we always thought that we could not consume enough money and would always be there. Looking back, I realized that those friendships we thought would be lifelong, but just dandelions that drifted away with the wind. And we finally lowered our noble heads to life.
I remembered a colleague's micro-question some time ago. If you were given 80 million, you would run naked, would you run? I will just take the money back and I will run to you.
If one person’s dignity is exchanged for, it is the dignity of the family. If a person's humility is exchanged for the nobleness of a family. What can’t be lost or given?
That day, my colleague said that you have so much gray hair! Only smiles are the gift of time. When a person is middle-aged, he has no time to look back.
If there is still someone who can be by your side, listen quietly to your daily flowing water, quietly guard your ordinary time, and never leave you, you should take care of this relationship as if you are caring for a sapling, so that it will flourish in spring, flourish in summer, and then grow branches and have more branches.
Even if you look back, you will have thousands of mountains. Those beautiful things that once nourish us, and will not be lost or forgotten. In the long river of time, as long as there is a sunny day, they will shine brightly, warming every bitter and cold day of our rest of our lives.
(Author: Far. I wish to be a flower picker in the world. Flowers are lined with poems, time is gentle and the four seasons are orderly. I will take a life with my clumsy notes, respect the years with words, and treat people's hearts with sincerity.)
