Open-minded woman

She is not confused, her mind is much more mature than mine, and she understands the world much better than I do. I was puzzled. How could a woman’s insight and open-mindedness into the world be so much better than a man like me who thought he was experienced?

Their acquaintance is mostly due to "geographical connection", they are not in the same workplace, but they are next door; their acquaintance is mainly due to "literary connection", two people who are good at writing often quarrel over words. In the final analysis, it is "popularity" that gives us the desire to get to know each other. We work in the same corridor every day. If we don't know each other, we will know each other. If we don't know each other, we will become familiar with each other. Later, I added my Q account and WeChat. When you are not busy, just say hello via WeChat, or write a few sentences. Articles are like people. The more you read each other's articles, the deeper your understanding will be. Every comment, every short article is cast on the screen like a shadow, reflecting every bit of life. I feel like we are very compatible, so we talk about everything, say whatever we have to say, without hiding anything.

I am a few years older than her, and she always likes to call me teacher. Because I published a book, she called me a writer. I thought she was joking, but judging from how serious she was, it turned out that she really regarded me as her family. What kind of writer am I? I know how many bowls of dry rice I eat and how many kilograms I have. Sometimes when she writes, she is always willing to let me give her opinions. She says that only when the teacher gives some opinions does she feel at ease. Sometimes she thinks she writes well, but I throw cold water on her. I thought she must be angry, but I didn't expect her to accept it without saying anything and hurriedly corrected it. Once, I wanted to test her mental endurance. I picked out more than ten grammatical errors in her "Tao Shuo" of less than 100 words, and mocked her for piling up rhetoric and writing like a primary school student's composition, which caused a lot of trouble. joke. She just laughed, then haha, saying that it’s not bad to make people laugh. I said that one of the idioms was not used in the right place. She said it was an innovation. She had never seen it before. Now you are not allowed to see it? I asked her to delete this comment so as not to look ugly. She said that only in this way can she see the real me! As a result, you exchanged words with each other, so that after a brief talk, there were dozens of arguments. Some netizens got angry when they saw it, saying that my comments were too harsh and that I was being picky. They said that if it had been someone else, I would have blocked you a long time ago. I replied that she would not, she is an open-minded and cheerful woman. Because, for her, writing is completely a hobby. She does not seek publication or publishing, and mostly writes impromptuly and as she pleases. Space is her "position", and words are her "voice of the heart." She said that she is not as ambitious as me, publishing books or collections, she just wants to express a little bit of her feelings about life.

She loves to read and study. She said that you will learn as long as you live; she loves to quote scriptures and often uses aphorisms to guide life. She often said: I can't do everything that everyone wants, but I want to be worthy of my heart. Tenacious perseverance can conquer any peak in the world. Whatever God rains down on you is something you can bear!

To say that she is open-minded is more reflected in her attitude towards life. In her heart, fame and fortune are external things and she will never pursue them deliberately. She had no interest in discussing these topics, and she had no intention of harboring any of them. She is very individual. She was originally in a large organization, but later she took the initiative to work at the grassroots level. She is indifferent to fame and fortune and just wants to run her own small family well, live her own small life well, and warm up her own little "cotton jacket".

Her open-mindedness and easy contentment stem from the hardships of hard days. She said that she had experienced ups and downs and was now able to write a novel. In the beginning, her salary was meager. In order to increase her family's income, she worked as a tram salesman, a yeast laboratory technician, wrote and sold Spring Festival couplets on the street, and wrote wall advertisements. She climbed up and down the stairs to write slogans in the streets and alleys of the county and in remote villages. I can imagine a scene like this: a bucket of water mixed with white ash stretched her arms; she couldn't reach the wall, so she stepped on a stool, raised her head, and carefully painted stroke by stroke; the wind blew her away The straw hat on her head was blown loudly, and the clean clothes were covered with white dust spots and ink stains; her arms were sore, her neck was sore, and her legs were sore... She had opened a clothing store and purchased goods. , sales, all by herself. At the end of the day, she has to be busy for more than ten hours. When she gets home, she is too tired to move or say a word.

She dared to sell the most fashionable and popular clothes at the cheapest price. For a few extra dollars, she would definitely find someone to return them on the same day. She said that starting a business and opening a store is not to make money, but to enrich her life experience.

When I didn’t have a house, I lived in a dilapidated house in my husband’s workplace. The house was close to the street. The road on the street was so bumpy that a tractor passing by would rattle the window lattice; Whoever coughed could be heard clearly. Her husband often worked night shifts, so she had to hold her two children tightly and huddle together. Sometimes she couldn't sleep and waited in fear until dawn... After buying a new house, while her husband was studying abroad, she decorated it herself, doing interior design and She made all the household arrangements by herself; after she got a new home, she moved by herself without bothering anyone. She didn't know how to ride a tricycle and it was hard to push it, so she learned as she went. At the beginning, it was inevitable that the car would roll over, and he would even be crushed under the car. But she refused to admit defeat and was not discouraged. She said it was not her character to give up when faced with difficulties, and she moved around like an ant. Stacks of clothes, boxes, TVs, books, pots and pans... One trip after another, one truck after another, dozens of trucks were pulled in one night, and the move lasted half a month. ?

The white-haired old woman is over eighty years old, and her life needs her to take care of her, so she runs there every two days. The TV broke and needed to be repaired, so she rode a tricycle to the repair shop. In my impression, she is like a spinning top, busy with work, family, and children. She is so busy all day long that she is dizzy. I called her several times, and each time she said she hadn’t eaten yet. I could imagine: Night had already fallen, she bought steamed buns, carried a bag of various vegetables, trotted upstairs, and hurried back. Home cooking. The hour hand pointed to 21 o'clock, and the child hadn't come back from school yet. She heated up the cooked meal over and over again. Although she was very hungry, she couldn't bear to move her chopsticks. She sat at the dining table, waiting, waiting, she was really tired. She was so sleepy that she buried her head on the dining table... At this moment, the doorbell rang. She stood up, stretched out her arms, and threw herself at the children who came home from school...

Is it easy? A middle-aged woman has a mother to take care of and two children to worry about. Her husband is a middle-level employee of the company, and she is the backbone of the company. She has to think about everything by herself and do everything with her own hands. She can think thoughtfully, cook properly, and cook everything perfectly, so that her work, the elderly, her husband are satisfied, and her children give her a thumbs up. She took some time off from her busy schedule, never changing her original intention and never forgetting to write. She also practiced calligraphy well, and she still had the leisure to go hiking in the mountains. What kind of realm of life and enthusiasm for life does this require?

If I can barely be regarded as her teacher in terms of words, then in terms of attitude towards life, she is my teacher.

Here is an excerpt from one of her poems:

No matter how life treats me/I will greet you with a smile/If you give me a bowl of yellow lotus/I will also drink wine / If the road ahead is full of thorns / I will not feel that it is misfortune / If a violent storm hits me / I will bravely throw myself into its arms / If the torrent rolls wildly / I will stand on the head of the tide and praise life...

(You must know who the "she" in the article is! This is me in the eyes of a teacher. The teacher gave me too many praises and "lifted me up" a lot. I collect it. Keep it as an encouragement and encouragement. I will not forget my original intention, continue to move forward, and strive to do better in order to repay the teacher's expectations. )