By chance, I met an old classmate on the street-I haven't contacted for a long time. The last time I met was five years ago. It was also on the road, knowing that she had already studied and returned to China and was teaching in college. Every time I meet, I am hurried. Every time I am in a mood of admiration, there is still a little excitement in my heart after breaking up. She has lived the appearance I once admired. Although we are like two parallel tracks, sticking to the distance between mediocrity and excellence, I am excited for the short intersection of our lives.
I called her name loudly, and she recognized me in a moment of surprise and responded to my enthusiasm. I still remember the first time she transferred to our class. She was petite and filled with intelligence in her eyes. She is still the same as she was when she was young, and the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes have not compromised the leanness, confidence and calmness revealed in her eyes. Her light made me feel timid, thinking about searching for her news on the Internet last week; seeing her achievements, I feel proud of it. When I saw her, I was convinced that her current appearance is what I dreamed of when I was young when I grew up: graceful, knowledgeable, and self-contained. Now, she has become what I longed for. Therefore, every time I face her, I have a feeling of admiration.
We left each other's phone calls and hope to see you next time. But I know in my heart: We will never see each other again. To me, she is a flower blooming on the other side, with an untouchable distance. I will continue to live a simple life as usual, and I still cannot achieve a remarkable self-because I haven't put too much effort into my life-a decent job, a peaceful state of mind, a peaceful state Marriage, the gift of life is enough for me.
Many times, we always admire the magnificence of other people around us at the peak of their lives, but ignore the effort they make when they climb from low to high, which is the entanglement and detour of countless ebbs and flows. Although she is now like the sun flowing in the air, dazzling, full and warm, but she alone can see the fine dust struggling and flying in the halo; and she is in a foreign land, far away from the loneliness and loneliness of her parents. And hard work is like a fish drinking water, knowing it is cold or warm.
Looking back on the road I have walked, my life is as plain as water, although there is no gorgeous foreshortening, but as I move forward in the middle of the years, blooming flowers are always scattered around my feet, opening out a series of scenery. Or for me, the best growth is not to climb to or stand at what height, but to admit that I am ordinary and accept myself with a smile.
This is like a fruit tree. When the branches and leaves grow wildly, we must cut off some branches decisively-don't rush for quick success, don't exaggerate and frivolous, only keep inner peace and spiritual abundance, and finally use a simple and compassionate state of mind to do our best. Cultivate fruits. At this time, we can gratefully enjoy the trivial and warmth of life.
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