May there be no lies in your world from now on

I often think of my childhood. My father is a very strict person in my mind. At that time, we often made big mistakes and small ones. In order to avoid being scolded by my father, every time I do something wrong, when my father asks, I say I don't know or I didn't do it. Every time the voice just fell, my face turned red, and then I bowed my head in shame and was silent in my skirts. Then my father's face became more severe than before. He shouted, "You are my daughter. How could I not know if you lied to me? " Then, no then. ...

Once, my grandfather just bought an egg and asked me to take it home to fry it with leeks. At that time, my family was poor and I couldn't eat eggs once a year. I held them in my arms like babies. I didn't expect to trip over something when I first arrived in the kitchen. I immediately "poof" on the ground, only to hear the sound of broken eggs. I cried with fear, thinking that the sky was going to fall. After I calmed down, I put the only intact egg back in the bag and pretended that nothing had happened. I sat down excitedly, but my heart churned with waves. I suddenly became at a loss. Looking up at the hour hand on the clock, it moves slowly and "ticks" on my heart. How I wish time would stop at once, my heart is half cold. I feel like a prisoner, waiting for the judge's final decision.

Finally, at noon, grandpa and dad came back. Seeing the broken eggs on the ground and asking me what happened, the atmosphere at home suddenly became tense. As usual, I hung my head, wiped my nose with my sleeve, and stammered out a few words: "It's the sheep at home." Just after that, I suddenly felt guilty. I survived that time, but my sheep was injured and beaten black and blue. I looked at the injured lamb and felt inferior to an animal for the first time.

My father always follows his theory. Every time something is missing at home, let's look for it. If we can't find it, he will ask us where to put it when he is in a hurry. We always hang our heads and say falteringly, "I remember putting it on the table (especially somewhere)." My father would say, "put it on the table, how can it not be on the table?" You ask its watch. " We were speechless and everyone bowed their heads and said nothing. Sometimes things are seen by him, and he says, "Isn't it in that place?" I looked in the direction of his finger and saw nothing. Then he gave me a look and motioned for me to bring it to him. I don't know where to look when I'm flustered. At this time, he will come and get what he sees, and then stare and say that I am blind. After something similar happened again, I lied to him that someone outside asked me to do my homework or something. Before he could react, I picked up my schoolbag and went out.

Throughout my childhood, I lied to my father many times to avoid his criticism. I feel that my father actually knows that I lied, but he made me admit my mistake in another way. But I didn't realize my mistake at that time, and my lies were appropriate. Whenever something happens, my father comes to ask me, and I lie and hide. Although my first two lies were very successful, I followed them one by one later, but the later results often backfired. Now that I think about it, lying is really not a good thing.

Later, when I was at school, there was a folk story in the textbook-"Wolf Coming", and the protagonist was a child herding sheep. He wanted to play a trick on the villagers, so he said a wolf was coming. At first, all the villagers rushed to fight the wolf, but after knowing that they had been cheated once or twice, they were very angry at the boy's lying behavior. So, one day, when the wolf really came, the villagers thought he was lying again, and no one paid any attention to him even though he shouted himself hoarse. Finally, his sheep was killed by a wolf, and then he completely panicked. But this is the price he paid for his lies.

At that time, the teacher told the story vividly and seriously warned us not to lie. But we were only 8.9-year-olds at that time. Listen to the story as a joke, then turn a deaf ear and be forgotten. Who will really care?

Until I grew up, until I became a member of society, I met more people and experienced more things.

In order to buy more clothes, the clothing store says "beauty, handsome boy" to everyone. Love rat and love rat, in order to flirt with girls, all kinds of sweet words, play "fake rich" and "green tea bitch". Bad businesses sell fake goods for profit. Criminals cheat good and innocent people for their own benefit. ...............................................................................................................................................................

At the same time, I have been hurt by lies. I was cheated by a mobile phone salesman, fooled by my colleagues and betrayed by my most trusted friend. ........................................................................................................................................................

It's been two years since I last lied, and every time I think about it, I'm still a little hysterical. I have always been serious about everything, and I am deeply ashamed of lying to cover up my inferiority complex. So in the two years of lying, I was tortured by guilt. With insomnia every night, constant nightmares, lingering tears on my pillow and dark circles that I can't cover, I have no regrets except self-reproach. Although others didn't want to expose the lies in front of me later, they didn't speak ill of me either. It is precisely because of this that I feel more guilty and hate myself more deeply. I did make a mistake of lying. I don't make excuses for myself.

Lies are well-intentioned, malicious, intentional and unintentional. Generally speaking, you fool me, I perfunctory you, you cheat me, I play tricks on you, you are afraid that I am sad, I am afraid that you are in a hurry, you are flattering me, and I am forcing myself. ...................

There are thousands of reasons for lying in Qian Qian, but there is only one truth, and that is selfishness. If you say someone is lying to you, you should lie to him. Lying to you is someone else's business, but you don't have to lie here. You said it was no good being afraid of others knowing the truth. It's one thing to be accepted by others. It is wrong of you to deprive others of the right to know the truth. Who are you to help others make decisions? You said that you have difficulties, and difficulties can be used as an excuse to deceive others?

A lie needs to be rounded with a hundred lies. Are you tired? If you test a lie with truth, you may not get a lie. But if you test a lie with a lie, you will get a lie. Lies will be exposed, the truth will surface, and people will wake up sooner or later. Cruel facts are better than beautiful lies.

Lies make people go further and further, so family ties fade, love breaks up and friendship breaks up. Gradually, we are unwilling to give our sincerity, and the more we tell lies, the easier it is. Numb the heart and lose the truth. Perhaps, in the middle of the night, we will regret it: if we hadn't told a lie at the beginning, maybe now we would be warmed by a pair of hands and accompany us through the night and towards dawn. ...............

If there is more honesty and less lies between people, the distance between hearts will be closer and everything will be beautiful.

May you be honest with people around you, and may there be no lies in your world!