The shock of the heart writes a diary, in order to fulfill filial piety, and write a diary as a newc

There are often many warm and affectionate details in life that move us, sometimes it is an action, sometimes it is an object, and the momentary emotion is frozen and becomes an eternal memory. —Epigraph.

On that sunny afternoon, I pushed open the door of the staircase, and before I could see anything, a silver bell-like pleasant laughter came into my ears, a little girl in a red down jacket, sitting next to a middle-aged woman, smiling happily. The broom and dustpan next to it fully explain the heartwarming picture - the middle-aged woman is the aunt who sweeps the stairs, and her daughter comes to accompany her on weekends.

This aunt also looked to be in her forties, and the wrinkles on her face were proof of the hard work of the day and night, but at this time, it seemed that she was full of love, laughing, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and cheeks were exposed, she was wearing an orange overalls, but it was already covered with dust, and her brown pants were obviously not good at keeping out the cold, but they were also stained with mud. The daughter next to her smiled brightly, and her laughter fully demonstrated her innocence, cuteness and simplicity as a child.

It was at this moment that I seemed to have an inexplicable emotion in my heart, and I couldn't explain why. It's just that there was a great touch in my heart, and in just a few seconds, I seemed to see my parents working hard. I suddenly felt that my nose was sour, and I couldn't tell why I ......

I was stunned for a while, I thought so much, and when I came back to my senses, I was still standing at the door in embarrassment. I don't know why, but the blurted out "Auntie is good" surprised me. To be honest, she wasn't my aunt, she wasn't a neighbor who lived here, or even a stranger I had never met.

And this aunt actually smiled and said to me, "Hello, hello, you're back." Be careful, the stairs have just been dragged and are a bit slippery.

Before the words fell, the little girl next to me also said to me, "Hello sister." I smiled and replied, "Hello." He continued to say to his aunt

Thank you! He smiled and turned to go upstairs. A strange aunt who has never met can care so much about me, and her heart is even more touched ......

There is no trace of time, when we look back at the twilight and flip through the books of the heart, we find that in a certain page, a certain line, a certain word, there is an indescribable touch, it has left indelible traces in the memory, unforgettable. This is moving, and it doesn't need any reason.

Topic: Filial piety is priceless.

I don't like the story of a miserable child going to school. The family is very difficult, his father died, and his younger siblings are waiting to be fed, but after graduating from college, he still has to insist on going to graduate school, and his mother has to sell blood ......I think that's a selfish student. The road to study is very long, so why care too much about a lifetime career for a few years?

Besides, this time is extremely bitter every second, and it needs to be watered with mother's blood! Who can he expect to love a man who can't even love his mother? How can a person who puts his own interests above all become a master who dedicates his life to humanity?

I also don't like wandering children whose parents are sick in bed and leave without any reason. The earth rotates without anyone, and there is no need to say that the power of individuals is exaggerated to an incredible extent. When an old man is about to die, cutting off his last hope in the world and traveling in loneliness with a desperate heart is a great disrespect for life.

I believe that every sincere and loyal child has made a grand wish of "filial piety" to his parents in his heart, believing that the future will be long, believing that the water will come naturally, and believing that he will have the day when he will return to his hometown, and he can calmly fulfill his filial piety.

It's a pity that people forget, forget the cruelty of time, forget the shortness of life, forget that there is a kindness in the world that can never be repaid, and forget that life itself is fragile and fragile.

My parents are gone, with a deep concern for us. Our parents are gone, leaving us with a debt that we will never repay. You will never be able to express filial piety.

There are some things, by the time we understand it, we are no longer young. There are some things in the world that can be made up, some things can never be made up, "filial piety" is fleeting attachment, "filial piety" is happiness that cannot be valued, "filial piety" is a misstep into a thousand years of hatred of the past, "filial piety" is the chain at the junction of life and life, once broken, there will never be a connection.

Hurry up and do your filial piety for your parents. Maybe it's a mansion, maybe it's a brick and tile. Maybe it's a wild goose on the other side of the ocean, or maybe it's a message close at hand.

Maybe it's a plain black doctor's hat, maybe it's a red five-star in the homework book. Maybe it's a table of delicacies from the mountains and seas, maybe it's a wild fruit, maybe it's a small flower, maybe it's a gorgeous dress full of flowers, maybe it's a pair of clean old shoes. Maybe it's tens of thousands of dollars, maybe it's a coin ...... with body temperatureBut on the scales of "filial piety", they are equivalent.

It's just that the sons and daughters of the world, you must hurry up! While your parents are alive. Do your filial piety!

There is a little emptiness in my heart,'

I don't know why).

Outside the window, a glare of sunlight pierced in

That burning chop is. Brushing away the skin and talking about Chang blocking the hair in front of the eyes,'

And there was a warm breeze blowing it back''

The face was blown warm

But the heart}

It's still so lonely. ·

There was no [lonely for no reason--)

I'm really scared, one day.

It's just like that, 'innocently guessing lonely and.'

Come and warm my *empty heart'

What kind of mood is this?

I can't put it into words

This { glass heart

I'm afraid it's going to shatter at the touch of it.

I like the emptiness in my heart at this time

And who is coming, warm"?

If you want to find someone to accompany you, why do you want to go through the form of a log? I really don't understand. Are you trying to gain sympathy through the logbook, don't be stupid.

If you are empty, you will go outside to find a living spring to move, and if you want to find someone to accompany you, you will call ** to others, alas. Why are you so naïve.

I, empty.

I want to find someone to work with.

It's written like this, simple and straightforward.

Ha ha... Brothers... I'm in the same situation... If you like her, just write what you like about her... Don't tell me I don't know. If you think about it, there are absolutely. Wish.

.It's mine, it's mine, it's mine, I'm a guest of yours after all, you never love me, it's doomed, nothing happens to me, it's doomed, it's just doomed, no matter how I leap over, no matter how I want to get close to you, you'll still leave me, I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I want to see you.

How can others speculate about your mood?

Writing it doesn't have to be exciting, just express your feelings.

Think of it as talking to the computer.

to hold hands or let go; Happiness or blessing?

I have. No more to look forward to. The arms that hugged me, and the pair. Gentle hands.

When you leave me, I find that your smell will slowly dissipate, and your appearance will gradually blur.

I just hope that you can leave something behind for me to prove that you have been here and that I have loved.

My world can be big, big enough to have your heart; My world can also be small, so small that only your heart remains.

Sometimes, when I sit alone in front of the window, I am constantly reminded of our past, our present past. Memories are a really strange thing. Sometimes the more you want to forget it, the more you can't forget it, but the more it becomes clearer; Sometimes you try hard to remember, but suddenly you realize that it's like a blank piece of paper, and you can't find a shape.

I used to think to the extreme that I would make him regret it! I want him to understand that it's not that I've lost him, it's that he's lost me. I lost my beauty, the irreplaceable me, the me who has always loved him deeply.

But now, I don't think so. Love is not hate, love is happiness! None of us should let our first love go bad!

It becomes a tool to hurt each other. Loving the person we love is happy, we can remember the beauty of the past, remember the gentle embrace that once were. Once in a while, it is enough to recall your words and warm my heart.

If we can't forget the past, then we don't forget! Let the love we once had be a mark carved in our hearts by the world! Forever buried in the bottom of my heart. As part of our life story, treasure it!

Hand in hand or let go? Happiness or blessing? I think I already have the answer.

You are the person I care about, so please be happy! Because seeing you happy makes me happy. I will also try very hard to be a happy person! When you can love, do your best to love her, okay?

With my deep blessings, I will be happy forever!!

Fairy tales are just lies for people to escape from reality.

Come into my space and take a look.

There is an article "I want to hug you when I'm tired, I really want to that article."

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If this continues, it's best to talk openly and honestly and tell her what you think.

Then ask you, it's not easy to meddle in your family affairs.