Yesterday was International Women's Day. Jilin University students wish all women a happy holiday by telling stories!
In today's Internet era, it seems that few people are using the communication method to convey emotions, or they think that writing letters is too slow and it takes several days to receive them, and some things have long lost their timeliness; or they think that writing letters is a bit out of date, as if they are only used by parents. However, some emotions are difficult to convey by cold electronic codes, such as family affection, kindness, gratitude... Below, let us see the words as you like to face, listen to the stories of the protagonists in the letter together, and experience the deep affection that permeates the lines with our hearts.
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It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when the bus entered the station. My mother walked in front of her suitcase alone. I followed her and looked at her stubborn back. What was the feeling in her throat in an instant, and she felt so uncomfortable.
I know I am about to start a life alone. Although I was ready for it a long time ago, I still feel in a mess.
You are not by my side, and I don’t even have the confidence to speak. So much so that I actually got angry at you.
The road outside the car window was backing back quickly. I sat in the passenger seat and watched the pedestrians painted in straight lines. All I could touch was the schoolbag full of daily necessities. You didn't say a word behind. Actually, I understand how sad you are, after all, I am the same as you.
The moment he pushed open the dormitory door, his heart hung all the way, finally settled down. The environment was much better than expected, and it was also the only comfort after a long journey.
I sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. You began to wipe the dust on the bed constantly, as if you were laying a quilt at home, as if you were doing something very ordinary.
is indeed the most ordinary thing. You are just doing as much as possible for your child, and this child just needs to take over the good shade after you plant the tree.
But the child's heart is empty, this is one of the few shades she has.
You smoothed my hair and pinned it behind your ears, your face was full of fatigue. You are leaving when you send me here. You insist on taking the train back and switching the station halfway through, because you can save half of the travel expenses, but it takes more time than when you came. I looked at your staggering back at the entrance of the stairs. At this moment, I was extremely desolate. You are nearly fifty years old, but I am still young.
"The so-called relationship between parents and children only means that your fate with him is constantly watching his back drift away in this life. You stand at this end of the path, watching him gradually disappear at the turn of the path, and he silently tells you with his back that there is no need to chase him."
I didn't know Long Yingtai when I was a child, but now I feel deeply.
I know one day I will disappear at the turn of the path, and you have also stood at this end of the path.
Just think of me dependent on you like that, and when I think of me being able to take on this dependence, I feel so panicked and at a loss.
I want to be a calm adult, an adult like you.
I have ten thousand words piled up into mountains, and thousands of words are turned into every word in my pen.
The green collar of my heart is leisurely.
Linshan holds the pen, and draws the thrush with scales and water.
Written into Qianshan and writing is you, and the gratitude is self-evident.
All I can do is take good care of myself for you and continue to fight life with the awareness of a good life.
This is the only thing I can do.
by Li Yanyu
Dear grandma:
Long time no see, I miss you very much. I want to say countless words to you.
Before the age of seven, I didn’t have that much memory about you. We are separated by two places, but we are the closest blood relationship. When I was seven years old, I came to you for study, and from then on, I will be really inseparable.
When I was young, my family was not in good condition. The more willful I was, the more patient you were. In the era when I had not yet owned a mobile Internet, I loved reading.I remember one Saturday morning, when I was in bed, I suddenly had the idea of buying books. You advised me to get up and go to the English cram school. I was fussy and insisted on going to the bookstore immediately... Looking back at that time, your legs and feet were already very bad, and you would be out of breath after walking for a while, let alone long journeys. That day, I was holding the newly bought fable book, and I was so proud that you were rushing to pay, carefully taking out a few thin paper money from your pocket, carefully counting it, and handing it over. My eyes watched you pay, and my heart was filled with joy.
After everyone grows up, they always regret the stupid things they did when they are young and ignorant, and always think about "paying" for their past ignorance and making up for their ignorance, but it is often too late.
Because of the busyness of my parents, you and my grandfather spent most of my elementary school time with me. You took over everything my mother did for me. I continued to take care of and teach me, taught me to knit my hair and fold my quilts, took me to buy clothes, and sorted it out for me... Gradually, I grew up healthily. Maybe someone will say that you spoiled me, but you hit me, but you loved me even more.
You are in a distant place where I can’t see. How many days have passed, I have ten thousand warm or hazy imaginations, all about you, tranquility, beauty, no noise, no pain. Because I really miss you.
by Wu Lijun
To my mother:
That night, we lie shoulder to shoulder, holding our hands together like that. We talked about college life and some changes in our home. I remember that when I was a child, you rarely hugged me and didn’t like to hold me when I walked on the street. I always complained about your indifference, but now I am so sure how much you love me.
I am afraid of leaving, and I am afraid of returning. I can't bear to be half a year old without me. After seeing the photos of you at my age, you stood in front of a tree of colorful forsythia, standing with a smile, quiet and silent.
You have stopped hitting me since a long time ago, and sometimes you will be angry with me. When I was a child, I forgot to use chopsticks to eat vegetables. You beat my hands red despite grandma's dissuasion. I don't have any impression of this, but my grandma tells me every year, and I'm afraid she's a little afraid.
Suddenly I thought of the vines in the garden in summer, with white and tiny flowers blooming, the sun is ripe with every vein on the leaves, the breeze helps me to dream, and you slowly walk through the interlaced branches of the vines with a green printed gauze scarf.
Some words cannot be conveyed and difficult to express.
by Qian Zhe
Dear Mom:
Outside the window, the breeze is gentle, when I write these words, it seems like I am in the days and nights with you by my side. On the night many years ago, you watched me fall asleep under such night.
Paper contains the years, the strings and the sound of autumn, and the breeze crosses the mottled time. In the lingering sound of bone jointing, everything is changing, and nothing has changed. What changes is the years, what remains unchanged is the sincere love. You are silently accompanying you every late night in high school; when you come home from school, you can always see your busy figure in front of the stove, the orange lights make your figure very long, the sound of the pot is like the happy song of a minstrel, the air is filled with the smell of happiness... The cold wind is howling outside the window, but my heart is extremely warm. I will share with you when I am happy, and your words "I believe in you" when I am frustrated are the greatest comfort to me. Your friendship is my courage to face the future.
I once thought love was the sadness of Liang Zhu turning into a butterfly, and I once thought love was the touch of the end of the sea. When the spring breeze blows, I can understand that the more ordinary it is, the greater it is. Mother's love is in every detail of life. Mom, Happy Women's Day!
by Zhang Hanying
Dear grandmother:
This is probably the first time I call you that. I remember when I was a child, my parents were busy with work, so I grew up by your side. I have always stubbornly called you grandma rather than grandma, because in my heart you are my biological grandma, and the word "grandma" always shows off.
Time flies, but people always habitually ignore it. Until one day I suddenly wake up and find that I can no longer grasp the passing past. I still remember that when you were young, you carried me on your shoulders and your big hands were strong, giving me endless sense of security. The road at the entrance of the community is full of ginkgo biloba. I was two years old and lying on your back. Your hand steadily held the falling ginkgo leaves I walked by - that was my oldest and most beautiful golden memory. It was a few years since the ginkgo leaves fell, and I walked through the ginkgo road again. I clamored to ask you to carry me again, wanting to remember the warmth at that time again. You carried me back again, but I found a difference: my shoulders were a little hunched, and my hands were not as powerful as they were back then. But that sense of security is still nostalgic. When I was young, I didn’t understand why you could carry me to the intersection a few years ago, but today I was only halfway through the journey and I could only let go of me?
Last year, new people were added to the home. In the process of taking care of her, you took out many items that I used when I was a child. The cloth shoes, pillows, quilts, and hats you sewed with your own hands brought me back to the ginkgo trees that year.
I have grown up and I have less and less time to see you, but what I always miss is you, and what I will cherish is the ginkgo of the past. May time flow slowly and I can be with you more.
by Feng Kexin
Years are like flowing water in the stream, slowly flowing through, recording the scenery along the way, leaving an indelible mark on the rocks at the bottom of the stream.
Nineteen years ago, I was born into this world, soft and small. She once told me that at that time, I was like a soft little meat pier, and everyone who met me said that I was beautiful.
I am not her first child, but she loves me too. We have never had much wealth, but she has never felt wronged me.
In the cold autumn, she rode my bicycle to carry me from home to school, and then from school to home. How cold the autumn wind swept through the air, hitting the corners of the shirt, hitting the back, and hitting the cheeks. I gently pressed my face on my back, and the warmth flowed from my cheeks to the bottom of my heart.
She was also a girl, but she became a omnipotent female warrior for me; she was also a beloved girl, but she became an omnipotent female warrior for me.
She doesn't have much ability or talent, but she takes care of everything about me in an orderly manner. She didn't have much wealth, but she gave me everything she had. She was also innocent, had dreams, and had fairies' clothes. But she had locked all her youth in the corner. She locked the fairy's clothes, put on a hard battle suit, and resisted all nightmares and sufferings.
Dear female warrior, I hope you can take off your battle suit in the future and turn me into your armor that is invincible with poison, the cotton coat in winter, the big umbrella in the wind and rain, and I will give my strength to protect you from peace.
by Zhang Jinjin
When I was a child, I recited a poem: The thread in the hand of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. Nowadays, the further I am from home, the more I miss my mother and her advice.
A classmate said: "You see your mother is really envious. The way you remind me to eat fruits is so unique. My mother will buy a bag of fruits to remind me to eat more fruits, but your mother said that she remembers peeling her before eating fruits, and even sent a paring knife."
When I was young, I was very restless in sleeping, and sometimes most of the quilt would fall off outside. So when my mother gets up, she will come to my room to check whether my quilt is covered, and then go back to bed.
I heard a song called "Washing Machine" before, and I realized that in order to clean my clothes, my mother almost didn't need a washing machine but washed them all by hand. So when I heard the lyrics of the line "I realized that my mother has always been, I'm silent washing machine".
There are many small things like this, and my mother cares about me in every detail, so when my father sighed that my daughter had grown up all of a sudden, my mother just smiled and shook her head.
As we grow up day by day, the white hair of our mothers is also sprouting day by day. We just want to slow down time and not let them grow old again.Therefore, on the occasion of the Women's Day in March 8, I wish my mother a happy Women's Day and a happy Women's Day in the world!
by Ye Yichun
written to wuli’s dearest mother:
My mother, I know that I am studying in Changchun, and you are the one who is the one who doesn’t want to leave me the most. I always feel that you haven't fully adapted to the days when I was not at home.
You are the person who shares the most memories of my childhood and my student days. You know all my shortcomings. We often quarrel, but we will never leave each other. I think this is family affection.
In fact, I will also miss home very much on days outside. I miss you when I go shopping with you and complain about each other's aesthetics. I miss your ginger duck and beef noodles. I miss us playing nightclubs in Tianjie, Beicheng, and come out of the cinema and watch the neon lights flashing in the city blowing the stuffy wind in Chongqing. But more often than not, I am glad that I have left you for a while, letting you know that I should not be the only one in your life, but also my own wonderfulness. I don’t want the slogan of “Everything for the next generation” to still hinder you, and you should also let go of your “children” and have more time to do what you like.
wishes, happy Women's Day. But I always feel that the word "women" is full of the taste of food, food, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. I hope your future life is more like a poem than a kitchen, and I am in my heart.
by crow's feet
Friendly Friends Fangjian:
html hasn't seen each other for more than 0 months, and suddenly answered the letter. Are you surprised?Everything is fine, I just want to talk about my cousin's intimacy.
People often say, "Interesting souls will eventually meet." They are talking about you.
Two literary girls in Class A of Science hit it off at first sight and quickly established a strong revolutionary friendship. After all, it is difficult for you to find someone who has a very consistent taste from traditional poetry to foreign classics, from official history and online novels.
The senior year of high school is a flash, and the days fly by with rose-red wings. Burying our heads in endless science and mathematics, our literary thoughts are full of us and we have nowhere to rest.
So, there is a love poem every day, a couplet every three or five lines, and a hundred-character order is made in ten days and half a month. Love poems are extremely numb, such as the sentence "There are thousands of meetings in the world, I just want to share the spring breeze with you", you have already practiced to the state of being ready to speak; the couplets take the path of being first in form and mind. We ignore the level and tone, and we rack our hearts and minds to get a good rhyme. The Hundred Characters make the symmetrical beauty and full connotation of us become the ultimate weapon for us to show off our literary talent in the whole class.
Days have never been so safe, but all the stories have been later.
Later, you went to Beijing and I came to Changchun.
but it doesn't matter, we still have a lot to go hand in hand later.
My circuit homework has not been completed yet, so I will write this one.
by Chen Shaoqi
My world-wide devil, hello.
I am really not used to calling you like this for the first time. I usually call you mom, and you call yourself a beautiful girl. However, it is not unfair to you to count your "rude actions" over the years. I wrote about my holiday homework that I couldn't finish because of my playfulness, bought birthday gifts from someone I had crush on, and took me to skip classes on the eve of the college entrance examination to the children's park for a day. I was in a bad mood and bought a car that I set off soon and went to a strange city... I have been a subtle and regular person since I was a child, but you interpreted the ostentatiousness to the fullest. If I am the slightest tide of the stagnant water in this square and square, you will be the most unrestrained wind in this world, carrying me to see the huge waves on the other side of the ocean.
Eight-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, you said, in life, I hope I can see things that surprised me, I hope I will have unprecedented feelings, I hope I can make friends with people with different opinions, I hope my life makes me proud...
Today, when I sat on the campus of Jida University, I typed these words, it was obviously all ridiculous past events, but I smiled but I didn’t feel wet my eyes. I have grown up, so old that I have memories to miss you, so old that you are no longer prosperous, and have learned to be gentle and peaceful.
The Great Devil, hehe, I wish you happiness.
by Dong Shuhe
This letter is to my teacher.
Sister Li, how are you doing recently? A few days ago, I had a dream and dreamed that I met a god. He said he could help me go back to the past and asked me: Which year do you want to travel through time? My answer without thinking: 2009.
That year, I went to middle school from the red scarf. In the past 20 years of life, the three years of junior high school are the most missed. When I recall that time, it seems that the sky is always blue and the sun is always gentle. The people in my memory and I are clean and pure, regardless of laughter, anger and scolding. One of the reasons for this is you. I dare say that you are the teacher I thank the most. You gave me a happy and gentle youth, and I have since believed that the saying "teachers can be friends with students" is not a lie. You have created a happy, positive, lively but hard-working class atmosphere, and you have also given me a lot of encouragement. When I was upset, you gave me affirmation with your eyes and hugs. In those three years, my heart was fulfilled and lively. When I went to college, I always talked to my friends from all over the world that you always showed off my capital: when I was in junior high school, our teacher took us to fly kites in spring, snowball fights in winter, and when I was on lunch break, I would play Boss Jia’s baby, and before the grade chorus competition, I would also take out self-study classes to find professional music teachers to rehearse for us. "My friends are shocked" is very suitable for this. I was secretly proud and glad that I met you and such a good boy. 3.8, Queen's Day! I thank you for this and wish you even more blessings. I sincerely hope that you can spend your life happily and safely. I love you in my heart, you know.
by Xiaofei
March 6 The spring breeze blows again
March 0 The peach and apricots are in full bloom
is the 19th March
is the March 1 that you still love me with all your strength
is the March 1 that draws out white hair from the black hair and marks the rings in wrinkles.
You are no longer human face and peach blossoms
You are no longer reckless and singular
You have also learned to speak earnestly
0 Times are changing you
but you
never change your thoughts of caring for me.
is a beautiful woman who sighs that time is unforgiving
while hoping that she will always be young!
How many people once loved your appearance when they were young
Even today
is still
Spring water is born, spring forest is flourishing, and spring breeze is not as good as you.
Love you, my most beautiful mother!
is more heart-to-heart, happy Women's Day!
Wish you a happy Mother’s Day in the world! ! !
by Liang Chao
Grandma, how are you doing recently? Is the sunshine in my hometown still bright? Are there any children around me who listen to you tell stories? Before leaving home and going to school, I secretly went to see you. You dozed off peacefully in the sun and told you that I was leaving. I don’t know if it was a hearing problem or I was unwilling to let me go. You repeated "What, where are you going?"
It seems that since I remember, you occupied the corner of my heart in my memory, not conspicuous but shining. The first thing I do when I wake up every morning is to find you, as if you are the only source of my sense of security. No matter where I am, I always appear in front of me when I hear my crying. "What should I do if a bad-tempered girl grows up!" I never thought about it before, but now it is too late. There are many children at home, and the three children in my uncle's house and aunt's house are mixed together. Children are like pets. They are tired of staying together and don't think about it. There is a lot of porridge at home every day, but you are never annoyed or annoyed, just watch quietly and remember. When I was a child, you were my backer, and I was fearless. I always quarreled with my brothers and sisters and snatched things. Others said you were partial and said you were stupid, "The silly grandma loved her granddaughter, and other people's children were so concerned." You are illiterate, but you attach great importance to my studies. You are inconvenient in your legs and feet and send me to and from school every day. The first time you scold me was because I secretly threw away the papers that the teacher asked me to take home, locked me in the room for an afternoon, letting me cry. I blame you, but I don’t know how determined you have to make up for the door.Follow you, walking around, and when you are free, you will carry a small stool and lean against the door frame, listening to you telling you the past you are proud of in the sun, those once brilliant and worry-free years, those bizarre dreams of youth, as if at that moment, Zhiwu, who has no physical limitations and no age, you are still a girl with feelings for you, and time is still flowing quietly.
has been talking nonsense for so long, and I don’t know if anyone tells you that Women’s Day is here, you must have not been here, right? After all, we are always busy with our group of naughty kids. Now that I am old, when I am enjoying my happiness, my children will leave one by one. No matter what, let’s spend it once this year. I’ll look forward to the time and I won’t be old if I don’t reply.
by Liu Meng
Dear old lady:
I can't find you because you hid in the mountains.
We have too many mountains there, and I face all directions and don’t know where to worship you. I remember when I first met you, I just jumped out of the back seat of the bicycle, and you heard the sound coming out of the house, smiling. I didn't know how to call you at that time, there were so many blood relatives between us. I can only respond as my cousin called you "Old Madam". You answered, accepted the lunch box we handed over, and took out two 50 cents from the house and stuffed them into my cousin and I. At that time, I fell in love with delivering food to you, and for this extra gain, I exchanged it for my favorite candy.
Later, the lunch boxes that delivered you to the food have become old, and I grew up in another place and forgot the old lady who gave me 50 cents.
Once a winter vacation, I finally remembered to see you. It was very good that day. After the sun came out, you moved a small stool and sat at the door of the house to bask in the sun. You tell me that it is difficult for the elderly to survive the winter and will come out to dry the sun when there is sun. In the sun, you feel the rare warmth in winter and tell me the past.
You have been talking for a long time, because no one has chatted with you for a long time, and the children who delivered the meal turned around and left, and did not sit down with you for a while. I still have those children. Sorry, I don’t know you... so lonely.
I also want to thank you, thank you for fulfilling a child's desire for candy, and thank you for being willing to tell the past story to a heartless child.
I hope someone can accompany you in the place where you live and spend that long and leisurely time.
An ignorant child
By Guo Yanxia
June rain/ Just know you
Years of friendship/ In teaching and answering doubts in the knowledge and knowledge
By Guo Yanxia
Respect you/ Heart fragrance drunken willow/ Ink air blows the wind
only wish
health and wellness/ Happiness forever
by Shanshan
