Receiving the picture of your relatives, the heart is naturally the same desolate, every festival is more desolate, but I don't dare to face those expectant eyes, I don't dare to go home selflessly from the bottom of my heart, just because I can't appease the heart that we can't let go, so I find all kinds of excuses again and again not to go home, but no one knows how difficult that miss is!

What is wrong with life for us? Obviously such a good person has to go through such hardships and sufferings. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Today, I read the "Time" article of "Music Channel", talking about the 80s and 90s, my thoughts followed the host's ideas and returned to the past with different melodies, which seemed to be a long time ago and a sense of déjà vu. What did we get in that time? Have we ever had a passionate youth?

Human life is not very long, think about it seems to have reached middle age in a blink of an eye, to this embarrassing age and years, we have all lived carefully and seriously, but fate has failed our hearts, let us suffer blows and tribulations, put our originally strong hearts again and again in the cruel machine of the years to ravage, and then it sneered and laughed at our humility and insignificance, for fear that we would forget its existence and ruthlessness as soon as we wished, and from time to time knock on our souls that pretend to be strong and fragile.

When the results of the physical examination come back, many people come to consult, and there is often a sentence: it seems that he can't die, and it seems that he is still a little far from death. A sentence often pops up in my mind: no one can guarantee death, health does not necessarily mean longevity, and longevity is not necessarily healthy. But I always couldn't bear to tell them, so I agreed: It's okay, it's okay!

Grandma is sick, 86 years old, not very able to take care of herself, ten children, only the mother is with Duoduo, but I can also hear the mother's grievances and impatience. Think about how my mother would be able to do the way my mother treated her mother if I were in such a state, or what would I be like when I was so old? I don't dare to think about it, and I don't dare to hope to live to be seventy or eighty, just to live a healthy life, and not to live until I am old.

Another year's festive season is approaching, and my mother has long given an ultimatum: Three people go home for the New Year, but my mother! How do you know this helplessness and hardship in your daughter's heart? I once wanted to make up for the rest of my life in order to give you an "explanation," but you know that your daughter has not been a casual person since she was a child! She has never been able to go against her heart. I'm so sorry, my mother!

So I didn't dare to go home for the New Year, I didn't dare to mention it, and every time I called, I was as silent as a cicada, you said I was too picky, but you know that if I made up this life, then what would it mean to me? I firmly believe that my life should not be so unsatisfactory, and it should not fail my heart. I want a bright life, and I will not compromise.