Life is short and full of regrets.

Someone asked me why I wrote this topic, this theme?

To be honest, I didn't know at first. I have always been a free and easy person, and I don't want to write philosophical classics like others to make articles full of literary flavor.

Such an article would be despicable and impersonal.

Writing this topic should start with my "brainwashing" of the political teacher. He tells us some philosophical truths every day, which is nothing more than "Life is short, life is not easy, be optimistic about life, treat life correctly …" and so on. I'm almost tired of listening to those sermons.

But what makes people treat life correctly? Or why do people think life is very important, but life itself is hard to remember?

I think it's a pity.

Because life is full of regrets, it hurts whenever I think about it.

1.

I have a classmate, Xiao Qiao, who has had a crush on a boy for 89 years. Since junior high school, they have been deskmates, and since senior high school, they have been in the same school. Although the two places separated in college, this can't dilute Xiao Qiao's love for him.

Xiao Qiao is a woman that everyone likes outside, but she is careless but measured. Her interpersonal communication has always been good, not only with boys, but also with girls.

But Xiao Qiao is actually a sensitive but well-disguised person, and even has a little inferiority complex in his bones.

So she had a crush on that boy for several years until he got married.

I went to the boy's wedding with Xiao Qiao. I watched her happily wish them a long life, and then came home and almost cried myself out in the toilet.

When her family introduced her, she did not refuse, but calmly participated.

I always thought she was over it, and besides, she was about to get engaged.

Until the day of her engagement, she asked me out at night and we barbecued at the barbecue shop. She brought two bottles of beer by the way.

When I was in a daze, I said, "Girl, do you still love him?"

She smiled: "Love? I don't know, maybe it's a pity. I don't love him and I can't forget him. You know, I find that I don't love anyone now, maybe because my groom is not him, but anyone can. "

I suddenly became very serious: "Girl, your happiness can't be sloppy."

"I know, but when I was young, I loved someone with a lonely heart, and then my love ran out. What do you want me to take to fall in love now? "

I was suddenly speechless.

"I don't hate him since he is very kind to me. Although I may love him, this love is not as strong as I love that person. As for that man, I don't love him anymore, but I also want him to be happy. "

I can't help crying. I might feel sorry for Joe. Why can't she wait for someone she likes? Or this kind of fate, wishful thinking is always self-directed.

I love you. I can hug you through Qian Shan, but you don't love me. I don't even have the courage to look at you on tiptoe.

2.

May 12 is a memorable day for the people who died in the Wenchuan earthquake.

In the face of nature, people are small and insignificant, and they are afraid, afraid.

In the ruins, the girl was pinned down by a heavy stone and rescuers had to cut off her leg to save her. The girl said helplessly with tears, "Can you not cut off my leg?" I still want to dance.

A person, he has a family, a caring person, a caring person, but in the earthquake, the teacher resolutely protected the students in his arms and blocked the falling boulder for him. Maybe he has children, but he can't stay with him forever.

A man listens to his parents and is getting married now, but before that, he has been with a woman for nine years. Two years ago, there was a picture of a circle of friends swiping the screen, which was a short message sent to this man by a girl in the Wenchuan earthquake.

"I'm dying. If I come back alive, will you marry me? "

For nine years, what obsession made this man think for nine years, but unfortunately he couldn't be together.

Finally, the man wrote an article, a letter to his dead girlfriend, and he wrote:

Death, heaven and man are separated forever, but I can't forget acacia.

Suddenly I remembered a poem, "The string has been frosted, no one caressed it, no one listened to it, no one sang it, and there was no trace in the past."

Therefore, life is short and full of regrets. Here I say an old saying.

This sentence is very useful. Every step of our life begins with regret, then it is full of regret, and finally we think of regret and commemorate it.

However, in life, there are always some things that are hard to remember.

Writing this article, on the one hand, causes everyone to think about life, on the other hand, it is also to mourn the people who died in the Wenchuan earthquake.

I still believe in an afterlife. May you meet the person you love unexpectedly.