I have become someone else's emotional trash can, which is really humbled and hard to say.

I became someone else's emotional trash can, and I was really wronged. Unspeakable pain can be a sexy trash can, because others trust you. In fact, this can also show that you are good at communication. People trust you more.

What is pain? I don't think the pain that can be said is pain at all. I'm afraid that the pain that can't be said will be a fragment of memory, which will fall again and again.

The real pain is the unspeakable pain in a 400-word composition without language description.

In the first class in the morning, we learned the article "Hawking in a Wheelchair" in lesson 10, and learned how painful Hawking's disability was. I can't talk, only three fingers can move all over my body, and I can only say something by mimeograph. How painful!

In class, the teacher made a bet with us that we should insist on not talking for more than 20 minutes at noon and try not to make gestures.

It's finally noon! I told you everything. Yu Yang also brought a pen and a small piece of paper. Waiting in line outside, the teacher shouted, "Attention!" The audience was silent, and no one dared to answer! We all laughed, including xu teacher, but we didn't laugh. Xu teacher smiled. From the classroom to the canteen, I dare not make any noise. At the gate of the canteen, President Wu asked Yang Yuxian which row to go to. No way! He can't talk! He can only point to the girls' row and then take them in to get food. While eating, we kept gesturing to each other. I'll pour the dishes. I will pour the dishes gently in case they ask me which class I am in.

Returning to the classroom after dinner, xu teacher told us, "President Wu said today that our class is the quietest in the school. President Wu will praise our class tomorrow. "

Suddenly, a burst of laughter filled our classroom. What a coincidence, we pretended to be deaf and dumb, but missed the point and brought back a "quiet" flag!

I didn't know how difficult it is to be a disabled person until now. I used to laugh at them, but now I believe I won't. After you really become a disabled person, you will know how painful the disabled person is, but it is too painful to be laughed at by others! Care for the disabled in the future, give them more love, and don't laugh at them!

Parallel lines can't tell the pain of lovers. Parallel lines, unspeakable pain crossing lines, unspeakable love.

Concentric circles, unspeakable harm

My mother asked me to count the number of flower seeds. Inadvertently, a seed slipped from my fingers and disappeared without a trace. I don't like growing flowers with my mother.

In that dark corner, a life was quietly buried. One morning after the rain, I went to the corner to move a chair, but I accidentally found a small head sticking out. I sat there and looked at it intently. I found him smiling at me. It was telling me, "In the dark, I was curious about what the outside world was like, so I got up and climbed out of the ground." After listening, I touched its little head, so soft, but it broke through this hard land. This may be the power of curiosity. From that day on, I found how novel and interesting the world is. I am curious about many things and have learned a lot.

Curiosity is the initial motivation of innovation.

How to understand that "real pain is unspeakable" is deposited in the bottom of my heart, and it will be strong for a long time, flowing in my heart and overflowing when it is full.

How to avoid becoming an emotional trash can for people around you? When you have capital and strength, they all rely on you, not them, so you won't become a slogan.

Very, very annoying, I have an unspeakable feeling and unexpected pain. What should I do? Find the feeling you like!

Unspeakable warmth, unspeakable warmth in composition.

Whenever the sun sets, the stars shine at dusk; I looked at the stars and the light of mercury flowing in the crescent moon. My father and I, riding the night breeze, walked leisurely on the winding road. The afterglow of the sun shone obliquely on my father, and a beautiful silhouette was immediately reflected on the ground.

In this quiet moment, I will slowly count the past. The days with my father. You know, it is difficult to walk with my father in the sunset. Those happy rosaries are cultivated in the fire of love and exude fragrance from time to time. "Dad, shall we go on the swing?" I make unreasonable demands, regardless of occasion, place or status. Father was about to speak, but he shut up again. He's obviously scared. Looking at his deep pool-like eyes, I seem to see a fish with a broken tail falling into a deep pool, and I can't find my way; Old moss is spreading. I opened my mouth to take back what I had just said, but I was still silent.

People are quiet, and the stars are shining in the windows far and near. "all right! Play with you once. " Father finally compromised. Although I am not used to it, he is willing to match his love for my "willfulness". I took my father's big old hand and walked to the swing, which was my childhood paradise with my father, but I never came after I grew up. When I was ready to sit on the swing, my father beat me to it. It turns out that dad loves to play more than I do. However, my father picked up the paper in his pocket and carefully wiped the dust. He sat down first to see if it was broken and tied a knot in a slightly loose place.

I sat on it carefully and my father gave me a gentle push. I think it's too low, so I want to be higher. My father just answered softly, which added a little strength to me. Before long, I began to cry for the feeling of flying again. Father stopped and said with extremely gentle expectation, "that's too dangerous." It is not good to fall. " As if nothing had happened, I confidently said "no" to my father. My father is still uneasy, and I see fear in his anxious eyes. Because I fell once, I fell on my feet.

In order not to hurt me, he tied me up with branches and ropes, like a seat belt. At the moment of swinging, I saw the last sunset, emitting red afterglow in the soft shade of the garden. In a twinkling, it was obviously dark around. But by my side, there is a warm sun, which is giving me a warm and moving breath like music.

Father always gives people sunshine-like warmth, even in the dark, there is a glimmer of light. Father's love is like the grandeur of "flying down thousands of feet" and the vicissitudes of "old Brawly's nocturnal journey". In the polishing of time and the changes of the world, it is always destined to be a long and dark emotion.

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