Zang Ye said: "I want to stop talking, I don't know if I should ask my mother such a question, I was only 6 years old at the time, maybe because I was too young to have enough courage to ask, or maybe I was afraid that I would be scolded by my mother if I asked." But I still mustered up the courage to ask him.

"Mom, do you think the birthmark on my left arm is ugly? Am I a demon?"

Mom was silent for a while, as if looking for me, "Silly boy, how can it be ugly?" No matter how ugly it is, it's a mother's baby daughter! Fen'er, Mom told you, you are not a demon, you are the incarnation of a little fairy in the sky, and the fairy in the sky made a mark on your arm in order to remember you, you know?"

"Yes!" I was very happy to hear it, and there was an endless satisfaction in my heart: it turned out that I was the darling of the gods, and I was my mother's baby.

But later, when I went to elementary school, everything was no longer as beautiful and moving as my mother said, I gradually grew up, and gradually understood that my mother's words were deceitful, but I didn't debunk it, I knew my mother's intentions, she was always for my good! But because of this, my troubles began to take root and grow, and I could not escape the shadow of fear of being ridiculed.

Autumn was okay because I wore long sleeves and no one noticed the ugly mark. But in the summer, every time I put on short sleeves, my classmates would always stare at my arm with strange eyes when they saw my birthmark, and from their expressions, I understood "ugly" and "freak"! I began to become very lonely and melancholy. The girls are fine, but they forgot about it after watching it, and they still laugh with me and are still happy with me. But the most hateful thing is the boys, they often laugh at me, tease me, and even give me nicknames, and coax me behind my back from time to time! Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, and after school that day, I hurried home as soon as class got out......

My mother was squatting on the ground washing vegetables, and I yelled at her, "What fairy? What imprint? It's all a lie, why did you give birth to such a freak as me? I hate you to death!" After that, I locked myself in the room and cried bitterly, never thinking about how my mother was so sad for me.

I don't know how long later, my mother stood at the door with a bowl of noodles and knocked on the door: "No matter how much you hate your mother, don't go hungry, eat a bowl of noodles first!" Mom paused, "I added a shallot to the noodles, but it won't affect the taste of the noodles, just like you hate birthmarks, as long as you don't take this trouble in your eyes, it won't affect your happy life, right?" I began to feel how heavy my vanity was. I opened the door and cried, hugged my mother and cried. "Cry, crying will make a lot of ......"

Yes, afflictions are a drop of water in the sea, but it can refract the brilliance of the sun, even if there is one less place on the earth, isn't it? If a piece of paper has a stain, can't you still write? With a mark of love on my arm, can't I still grow up happily?

Friends, don't live in the shadow of your own flaws, it is precisely because we are not perfect enough that we continue to pursue perfection! Put aside your worries, you will feel much more relaxed and happier! And the imprint of love left by my mother will also accompany me to grow up happily!

In fact, everyone is "an apple that God has bitten into", and life is not satisfactory seven or eight times out of ten, and we need to find some reason to comfort ourselves. In the history of world culture, there are three famous strange ashes, the writer Milton is blind, the great musician Beethoven is deaf, and the genius violinist Paganini is mute.

God is very greedy and sees who bites whom, so people are all flawed, some are born and some are acquired. Since it is irresistible and difficult to make up, there is only one way to deal with it calmly. You bite yours, I live mine, do not succumb to the mercy of fate, like Beethoven, choke fate by the throat, or simply follow Nietzsche's example and publicly declare: God is dead!

God is also very stingy, and will not give all the good to one man, and if he gives you beauty, he will not give you wisdom; He gave you money, but he refused to give you health; If you are given genius, you must be paired with some suffering...... When you encounter these unsatisfactory things, you don't have to complain about others, let alone give up on yourself, the best way is to encourage yourself like that teacher We are all apples that have been bitten by God, but God likes me very much, so this bite is bigger.

So, don't let defects become your shackles and walk in the shadows of others all day long!

There are some irreplaceable things in life, like my mother's chicken soup, which is a unique taste that even the best dishes of the hotel's special chefs can't compare, because the businessman doesn't cook with love.

Love is a deep word. Sometimes it is like a blue, blackened night, gently enveloping you, you can choose not to care about it, but occasionally the stars in it will tell you that it is always there. Our lives begin with love and are sustained by love. It can not be words, not words, but just a look, a concern. The fairy tales of Swan Lake are always fresh, and it is said that the swans choose to stay with only one companion in their lives, and they swim gracefully together on the lake, inseparable and beautiful, just like the legends of a long time ago. Flapping and flapping their wings, it is they who convey love, they love so simply, and so deeply.

Love is a gentle word. It can be a message from one end of the earth to the other side of the earth, an emotion as soft as a cloud. When you are full of trauma, when you are lonely and desperate, love is the "elixir", it is the "magic medicine", it makes the blood and tears quietly dry, it makes the scars slowly fade, and it makes a panicked heart gradually calm down.

Love can be very big, just as an eagle is to the sky, and a wanderer is to his hometown; Love can be as small as a butterfly is to a flower, or a person is to another. Love can be very strong, that is the sky that parents hold up for their children in disasters, and it is the resoluteness in the eyes of soldiers when they die for the nation; Love can also be very fragile, time, space, some love can not be crossed, it can only be buried in the dust of the years, when the wind rolls up, it is sandwiched in the yellow sand and cannot be distinguished, but it clears the tears of those who can't let go.

Love, the most afraid of the test, the most afraid of not responding, the most afraid of not being cherished, is like a flower rejected by spring, can only die on the white