Help me find an essay on Negatives of the Mind .

"Mental negative": Everyone has a lot of unforgettable imprints in their hearts, whether they are happy or sad, they will have a different feeling when they enlarge or renovate it, whether it is themselves or others, they will be moved and associated. As an exam essay, we have to be emotional, here I provide an article I wrote for a female netizen, I want to tell you that you can write an essay for an unfamiliar friend or the essay can better reflect your intentions, in today's society, how many people will go online, you write such an essay and no one doubts your authenticity, I hope it can help you:

Where is the spring of "me" Where is the "flower, reflecting the mountain red; "Have" a heart, whispering; "I" look forward to the incense; "of", like the sound of hooves; "Spring" is the same as when it is the same; There are clouds in the "sky", and I have no company. In my memory: my smile is so free and easy - some people say that I am so cheerful; My songs are so moving—some say I'm so soulful; My dance is so beautiful – some say I'm so dashing; My heart is so kind – some say I'm so strong.

The laughter of the past, the tears of the past, the song of the past, the companion of the dance, the pain of the past, the scar of the heart, the scar of the past, the tears left the mark of the pillow in countless nights, the memory of the forehead of the companion of the approaching dawn, the pain left the expectation of spring in the passing of the train, the scar left an eternal nostalgia in the fragile heart, the imprint is so deep, the memory is so sweet, the expectation is so longing, the nostalgia is so hard, I am here waiting for the arrival of spring, no matter how long or how far: because I can only wait silently—there is no choice; Here I am in the arms of love, no matter how old I am: for I have no choice but to keep quietly—no choice; I wish all my friends all over the world, young and old

Because I have only sincere wishes - and so it can be. This is the voice of a netizen, at her request, I used the article to record her bits and pieces, and also sent my wishes to her: Reality is reality, you who have learned to be strong, tomorrow will be better).

Mental negatives.

On the palette of memory, the colors have been washed away by the years so that the original hue is almost invisible, but there are always some things that we can't forget and can't forget.

It was a stormy night, "Wow. With a baby cry, I landed in a corner of a hospital, "boom" a thunderclap, time was reversed again, the smiles on people's faces were also covered with a layer of gray, I was detected intestinal blockage, I felt that the sky was going to fall all of a sudden, my father held the young me and begged the doctor, the doctor said indifferently, it is clear that the dead people, don't waste money anymore. Dad only went to middle school, but he also understood that a blocked intestine meant that I couldn't eat, which meant that I was sentenced to death, but Dad still shouted, shouted, and shouted hoarsely, ignoring the doctor's advice, maybe Dad moved a so-called doctor, "Hey, now there is only one way."

It turned out that the doctor told my father that the test results could only represent one possibility, and the key was to pour peanut oil into my body and see if it flowed out. At that time, our family was already very poor, and when we went to find peanut oil, my father had to go from house to house to borrow it, and then gather the little bits and pieces borrowed from each family into a spoon and pour it into my mouth. Time passed minute by minute, and beads of sweat on Dad's face kept dripping down, but he just watched, watched, hoping that a miracle would happen.

It's passed, it's passed. Dad rushed to my mother, who was waiting anxiously in the hospital room, and then ran from house to house to tell everyone that God knows, it was only three o'clock in the morning, but Dad ignored it, as if he wanted to spread the good news all over the world.

There is no way to verify the above story, but it really happened to me.

When I grew up, my father often patted me on the shoulder, and then jokingly said: "The third child, the third child who was bought with money," and at which time, I was just smiling and laughing, I was afraid that I would suddenly fall the tears that had been hidden for a long time at some time, and then I didn't know how to face the stunned father, and I didn't know how to tell him the reason for my tears.

I remember many years ago, I asked my dad what was the most worthwhile thing in his life, and I thought my dad would say that he made a lot of money or something, but I didn't expect my dad to just say with a calm face, "Of course you can live happily." At that moment, I felt my heart throb, and the corners of my eyes felt a little wet.