1At the end of last month, the epidemic came back again, and our family of four was forced to separate the two places. At about seven o'clock that night, I was at home doing homework with my daughter when I suddenly saw a message from the owner group: the unit door of the buildin

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At the end of last month, the epidemic returned, and our family of four was forced to separate.

At about seven o'clock that night, I was at home with my daughter doing homework when I suddenly saw a message from the owner group: the unit door of the building was locked. After

asked carefully, I found out: There was a person in our building who had a nucleic acid abnormality, and the results of the repeated nucleic acid test were not available until early in the morning. If it is negative, the lockdown will be lifted; if it is positive, it will be sealed for at least five days.

That night was very long, and every household refused to sleep, waiting for the result. Unfortunately, at one o'clock in the morning, the building manager finally informed calmly: The person was diagnosed positive, the building was confirmed to be temporarily closed, and everyone was placed under home quarantine.

Several high school students who had returned from school were wandering outside the door, at a loss. My son was among them. Seeing that my son was so close to home but couldn't come back, I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and couldn't sit still.

Fortunately, my husband, who was working in the suburbs at the time, was not banned. He drove over in time and took his son to rent a hotel nearby. The ups and downs of the night finally came to an end.

In the afternoon of the next day, my husband came over in a hurry after get off work: to bring food and drinks to our mother and father who were locked down in the community, and to arrange everything for our son, who is in the third year of high school, to be locked down at school.

Another night, my husband, who was tired from work during the day, traveled back and forth for several hours for the health of our three mothers. Before leaving, he sent a picture: at the gate of the community, under the dim streetlight, he was carrying the supplies he bought for us. There is also a note accompanying the picture: The things have been placed in the guard room. Volunteers will bring them in shortly. Remember to come down and get them. I'm leaving.

Seeing the photo and those warm words, I felt infinite emotion in my heart: Although we are so close to each other, the end of the world is so close.
During these two nights, my mood was like a roller coaster, with all the feelings rushing into my heart: anxiety, panic, and feeling at a loss; there was also relaxation, joy, and relief... But no matter what, everything was fine in the end, and these many feelings have become the scenery that I will never forget in my life.

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Last week, under the patient guidance of my writing teacher, my manuscript was finally polished and submitted.

Two days later, I received a reply from the editor: The topic and viewpoints are very good, but I have recently received a similar manuscript. It is recommended to submit another article. I look forward to your next submission.

To be honest, although I have done enough psychological work before, I am still a little disappointed. In order for the manuscript to be accepted as soon as possible, I adjusted my mentality and went to another platform to submit the manuscript.

However, the reply I received was: This account will not accept manuscripts for the time being, thank you.

failed to submit twice in succession. I felt that I was really "too lucky", and then a wave of frustration hit me.

Just when I was extremely depressed, I suddenly thought of another assignment assigned by the teacher - writing a small fortune. I had an idea and thought, wouldn't today's experience be the perfect material? So, I no longer thought about the rejection, but instead focused on writing small essays for the time being.

At this time, I was like a wronged child, writing all the complaints in my heart.

Surprisingly, that short article was written very smoothly, and it felt like I could pick it up easily. After finishing writing, I found that not only had I accumulated another writing material, but I even found that the depression in my heart had disappeared.

After my mood improved, I became less frustrated and began to cheer myself up: every step in life is meaningful. Although I was rejected, I also gained experience in submitting manuscripts.

It was that day, from anticipation to disappointment, from the fear of re-submitting to the sadness after failure, to the heartiness and awakening when writing about my small fortune, I tasted a mixture of emotions, and it was these ups and downs that allowed me to have a fulfilling day and have an unforgettable memory for the rest of my life.

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It is said that life is full of different flavors. In fact, it is more accurate to say that life is full of different tastes. This feeling includes the embarrassment when dreams are shattered, the joy of encountering unexpected surprises; the panic of unexpected surprises, and the touch of being helped...it's all ups and downs.
But in life, most people look forward to "sweetness" too much. You must not know that sour, spicy, bitter, and salty are also the keys to the wonderful writing of life.

A picture of life, if it only contains sweetness, it seems boring. Only when all five tastes are present can the picture of life be lifelike.

If you only look forward to sweetness and are afraid of the other four tastes, your life will only be a stagnant water. Only by having the courage to taste the various flavors of life can the source of life be alive.

Sour and sour efforts, sweet and sweet happiness, spicy and spicy excitement, salty and salty ordinary, bitter and bitter unique, every taste is an existence that cannot be copied in life.

All experiences in life are a kind of understanding; all the past are gifts of time. learn to accept it calmly, learn to be calm and calm; feel it with your heart, and embrace it sincerely. Every taste is a unique scenery in life.

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About the author : Qingfengwanxia, ​​a man of few words, but with a sea in his heart.