I just finished laughing at others, and suddenly I became the one who was laughed at.

Some people say that the tragedy is that I accidentally cut my finger, and the comedy is that you accidentally slipped into the sewer.

The pain of others often makes people laugh, bored and curious, but rarely makes people sad. Just like Lu Xun wrote in "Gang Ji": "There are two people laughing loudly upstairs ... There is a woman crying for her dead mother on the boat in the river. The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected. I just think they are noisy. "

You can't understand what others have experienced, and you can't feel the pain of others.

There is no empathy in the world, and those who say it easily just because it didn't happen to them.

I remember that before I gave birth to my daughter, there was nothing in my stomach until the due date. Later, Xiaohong was admitted to the hospital first.

On the first day in the hospital, I had a leisurely time. I should eat and drink. After that, I went for a walk outside.

Back to the ward, my husband and I were chatting, and the pain of a parturient in the opposite bed began.

At first, it was whining, but later, when it got louder, some people ignored it.

Looking at that situation, I thought: Why is this person so delicate? When it hurts, endure it and it will pass. I'm going to be a mother. Isn't it a shame to cry like this with my husband in front of so many people in the ward?

Soon, my present newspaper came.

My stomach hurts. At this time, I don't want to complain. I can't control it.

It is said that the highest degree of pain in giving birth is equivalent to breaking 20 ribs at the same time. I have no experience of breaking a rib, so I can't judge this statement. But it took me a long time to walk from the hospital bed to the bathroom only a few steps away.

I really can't stand the pain during the period. I said to the nurse holding me, "I ... can't do it, or ... give me a knife!" "

"What knife?"

"I want to change it to ... caesarean section ... ok ... no?"

I forgot how she answered me, and finally I lay on the maternity bed.

Afterwards, my husband told me that my voice spread all over the corridor. Others are still asking, who is this? Screaming so loudly? !

When I put things on myself, I understand the pain, but I can only feel what I have.

The same thing, everyone has different physical qualities, different tolerance for pain and different feelings.

Your pain is yours and my happiness is mine.

There is no real empathy in the world, because not all fish live in the same ocean.