The longer I rely on a person, the more inseparable I am from that person, and the end is already doomed, just waiting for me to throw myself into the net. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I identify that relationship as love, a love that I can afford to love, but I can't let go of it right away.

After breaking up with her, who was thousands of miles away, I fell into endless confusion and pain, and even thought about ending my life at the most extreme time. Being young makes me a little impetuous. Coupled with the fact that I was not deeply involved in the world, such a heavy blow made me fall into the abyss at once.

I lay quietly on the bed, recalling every picture scroll I had had, and my heart began to turn over and over, and then tears welled up in my eyes, and I learned to talk to myself, asking myself repeatedly, will all this be true? However, my well-watering feelings could not forgive me, and my tears fell one after another, and during that time, I mistakenly thought that I would not be able to carry it.

In order to redeem the man who broke my heart, I lost my integrity. I called my aunt and asked my aunt to come forward to help me persuade her, which was obviously an extremely ridiculous decision, my aunt came forward, but my aunt's face was also swept away, and I was equivalent to slapping my aunt in the face. I think this kind of thinking can only arise at that age when you don't know anything about the world. Later, my mother called to comfort me, but I choked up several times before I could say a few words, and I had to hang up my mother's phone with tears in my eyes. In this matter, my mother's heart may be more painful than mine, and what mother does not feel sorry for her own flesh and blood? That kind of lack of strength can only occur at that age when I don't understand the world; although my father is usually not good at communicating with me, he also called me to comfort me, but I still did not hold back my sadness, and tears flowed non-stop. My father was anxious and reprimanded me solemnly.

"Where do you look like a man, where can't you find a woman, hang yourself from a tree?"

It was this ironclad sentence that made me hold back my tears. I looked at the crowd around me, smiling, and there were traces of crying on my cheeks.

Once the grief has been overdrawn, it is difficult to grieve again. Later, many people came to comfort me, all of them were some enthusiastic good friends, and the reason why that time was able to become a thing of the past smoothly was inseparable from the help of good friends. They were the ones who got me back on my feet! I think there's nothing more sad than that sadness, and it's a good experience.

I still did the wrong thing, and during that time I was excessively seeking comfort and talking to a lot of people in order to gain sympathy. This is wrong, as a man, you should bear it silently, taste the pain, and then stand up arrogantly, which is perfect.

With this experience, I changed. There was a crisis of trust in people, either I believed too much or I couldn't believe it. I started to lose my composure and had trouble concentrating on my emotions. These are all tears in exchange, and every time I wipe my tears with my hands, I make up my mind that I will never be a person with feelings again, and I will never fall in love with a certain person. Obviously, this distortion was not good for me, and I was devastated.

When I came out of that shadow, every time I met someone of the opposite sex, I began to wonder if this person was sincere, whether this person was unreliable, and it was an unprecedented perversion. This change scared even me, and I knew that those tears had turned into poison and made me a cancer.

I've paid the price for my youth for so long. Through the eyes of others, I felt the warmth and coldness of the world, and I also saw the once innocent self, and also saw the transformation from innocence to thoughtfulness.

The tears that flow will solidify and then turn into a hard body, which will not fall in the wind or melt in the rain. Even when the tears fell again, the hard body still did not move, and his face was blank. I reached out and touched his heart, his heartbeat was balanced, his breathing was normal, but there was a lack of warmth in his blood.

I remember when I was very young, because I was naughty, I got into a lot of trouble, only after the adults took the wicker and smoked wildly, I cried hysterically and cried bitterly. But every time I cried, I instantly understood a lot of truths. From this, I came to the conclusion that in order to be sober, you must first go through the process of tears.

Yes, it is those unfinished tears, and those seasons of tears, that make you grow quickly. In that case, it is worth the tears.