Forgotten Corner Essay Thank you. 10

I used to have two wishes, one was to make sure that the people or things I liked and didn't want to forget would always remain in my heart. The other is the opposite, let those people or things I don't like drift away from the clouds and never come back to see me again. However, life can be as good as you want, and reality often sings against you, so angry that you smoke in your seven senses, so that your nose is sour, your heart hurts, and angry tears come out of your eyes.

Everyone wants to bring up or miss what they like, and the more obvious it is, the better. Then, store or simply abandon those things that you don't even bother to think about to the darkest corner of the abyss in your heart.

However, I was different from ordinary people's opinions, and I felt the silent cry in the dark corner. It also longs for someone to comfort him often, someone to mention the things in its heart often, and hopes that someone can wipe away the tears that cut its cheeks for it when it "cries". I hope that someone can listen to the "sorrow" in its heart, and it even just wants someone to remember its existence.

But its desire, its expectation, will also be just a wish, a wish that will be almost zero fulfillment. It can only be an imagination, an endless imagination. Because this is a luxury for people, no matter how much they want to satisfy it, it seems to belong to a luxury.

No one wants to pay attention to it and feel its relevance. Because that would only make the person who touches it feel sad again! I'm a memory seeker, and I never want to put any one thing or one person in that corner.

Because, I am reluctant, reluctant to give up the slightest bit of what I have experienced in life. I am even more reluctant to add some "burden" and "melancholy" to the corner that has been abandoned itself, I think they will also have feelings, and they will also know how to retaliate. If I keep sending "emails" to it, will it also hold me tightly with the adhesive cloth attached to the email, so that I can't breathe?

I think so, and even when you fill up your "mail", it's a moment when you're on the verge of despair.

So, I rejected my wish, I will no longer keep the good in my heart, and the bad will be unintentionally thrown into that often forgotten corner, because I know how it feels.

I advise people who share my desire to have less trouble and more joy, and that there is a limit to "patience" in forgotten corners. Life can be as many times as you like, the reality will be contrary to you, it's not that you will be fine if you throw it away, you will pay the price yourself. Forgotten corners, don't worry, I'm slowly reducing your "burden".

Because, you are happy, I am happy.

Happy to you! ☆

Since then, the ** doll that grew up with me no longer rings; When were the toys that I loved when I was a child lost one by one; When the beloved brush no longer works; When did I no longer cherish the warm memories that I once had; At that point, I began to focus on friendship and no longer crave my own little corner. I touched the kitten hanging by the bedside and pressed its belly, but it was no longer happy to sing for me. I was a little surprised, and I was in disbelief that I pressed hard and it didn't do anything.

It turned out that it had already announced its retirement from my childhood, but I clumsily missed its retirement ceremony and stubbornly thought that it just wanted to sleep. Looking at Barbie who was smiling as usual at the head of the bed, the stool that used to dress her was long gone, and I just watched quietly without saying a word. The colorful spring wax crayons crowded in the pen holder are placed there, and they are no longer redrawn with makeup.

Scattered books on the table, messy. Stationery, and I ...... with scattered memories written on my back. Time has taken away so much without leaving a trace, and I have gradually forgotten so much in my busyness, and the memories piled up in that forgotten corner are accumulating more and more.

It's too late to be sad, and it's too busy to remember, as if as long as you lose something in, you can't get back the memories and the feeling that was once alive.

Suddenly I felt a little sad, as if something was pulling away from my memory. I wanted to grasp something, but I couldn't do anything, so I could only stand there and be alone.

What is left of what we can hold in the end? Life seems like a one-way journey, and once you embark on it, there's no going back. Except for memories, we can only strive to move forward.

Although the kitten is no longer singing, it is still intact, but it lacks a beating heart, which also brings it more tranquility and comfort; Barbie is always happy, and its smile is as good as ever; The brilliance of colored crayons will not fade with time; And my memory, just because it exists and is beautiful, has no regrets. Will it really be forgotten? Or will there be a forgotten corner for me to store my sorrows and wash away the lead, otherwise how can I be happy all the time?

I don't choose to be sad anymore, I know there will always be a corner waiting for me to grow. I can't choose to remember forever, I want to always be the happiness of the moment.