A person’s life short article reading

Life is a choice, and it is also a state of growth in the environment in which you live. In such a state, what kind of life you choose will have an important impact on your life.

Time always tests a person's destiny as it passes by. When everyone completes his or her mission, some leave traces, some quietly, and some fade away sadly.

Sometimes I think of the fate of a person. That person is a person I met during the labor training in the countryside. She is ten years older than me. I call her sister-in-law, be close to me, and tell me whatever worries her. At that time, she already had a seven-year-old daughter and a three-year-old son. In the eyes of outsiders, she had a happy family.

Looking at her, she looked very worried, with her brows knitted together like a curved silkworm. That's because she has been unhappy in her heart. When someone else arranged the marriage, she knew nothing about her husband. She just listened to the matchmaker's introduction. She was impressed by a stable job and salary, and it didn't take long for her to go with her husband. His family is recognized as his family, and his husband’s family includes his parents and eight younger siblings.

Such a large number of children was common in that era. At that time, the husband’s family promised that he could live on his own after getting married. This is how you enter the door of marriage. After getting married, she went to her husband's home and realized how messy it was. The mess made her unbearable. From then on, she never went to her husband's parents' home to eat.

Her husband’s surname is Jia, I call him Brother Jia. On the surface, he seems to be good at dealing with people, but in his heart, he has some flaws, which are usually exposed when he drinks. One time, Sister-in-law Jia invited my mother and me to dinner. After dinner, while we were chatting, Brother Jia disappeared. When we were wondering, Sister-in-law Jia said sheepishly: "Auntie, go and have a look in the cellar. He must be there." There." So we took a flashlight and looked into the cellar, and saw a man sitting there, silent and dazed.

Mom asked Brother Jia to come up from the cellar. When he came up, he sat there silently. My mother and I went home to let them rest. The next day, my mother asked Sister-in-law Jia about Brother Jia's condition. Sister-in-law Jia said: "He's fine now and has gone to work. He always does this, so I'm really embarrassed to talk about it."

She once told me; If there is an afterlife, you must not live like this and make your own choices. Only then will you be happy. When will such a life be good? "I thought: "Her hope must be far away, because she has no hope at all. Knowing how to choose the life you want to take again, you must be confused if you can't see the path you want to take."

After fantasizing, she will also say realistically; "The child is already this big, so just be good. Take care of your children! "I can see her sadness and helplessness from such a mood.

Perhaps Sister-in-law Jia’s cleanliness and strong-willedness gave Brother Jia some repression, and that’s why he developed that quirk. Who knows, only they themselves know the taste of life best.

Later, I was transferred out of the copper mine. When I went home to visit my parents every year, Sister-in-law Jia and I were able to meet each other to talk about our daily routine and talk about what was on our mind. She felt much happier.

When I returned home in the fourth year, I didn’t see Sister-in-law Jia. My mother said, “Brother Jia was running business outside and met a woman. He didn’t come home very often and lived with that woman. Later, A person in his hometown accidentally met Jia Ge and a woman walking hand in hand on the street. The news spread like wildfire. After Jia's sister-in-law knew about it, her mood and personality became withdrawn, she no longer interacted with others, and felt that life It was a terrible life for me to live a useless life. From then on, I lived in my own world.

When I went home to see my parents in the fifth year, Sister-in-law Jia knew that I was back and came to see me, all dressed in black. She looked pale and pale, making me unrecognizable to her. She said, "Look, have I changed?" I said, "You have changed. I haven't seen you in two years and I don't recognize you anymore." Actually, I felt sour in my heart, and I didn't want to show that sadness in front of her.

There was a smile on her yellow and bloodless face, and the silkworm on her brow was still curved like that. I felt that the smile was so far-fetched. She said: "Now that I have believed in Christ and have faith, everything has been put away. One day, I can ascend to heaven. I will not go to hell."

She didn't talk about Brother Jia, nor her inner sentimentality. I thought, "That must be the self-esteem and strength in her heart, right?" I just talked about happy things.

This short meeting is like farewell in memories.

I really feel deeply that fate has made everyone's life such a tortuous and difficult life, and the unpredictable days are changing every day. Looking at her framed happy appearance in front of others and her loneliness behind others, what kind of pain is that? Is this the day a person has to face alone?

There is a saying called "endurance." Everything in life must be spent in endurance. The endurance of body, mind and spirit is to build a self in life.

In the sixth year, when I went home to see my parents, Sister-in-law Jia would never come again. My mother said that she had gone to heaven. One night, I fell asleep quietly in my room and never woke up again.

Seeing the impossible to endure, seeing the impossible to be liberated, this is how you transcend yourself. In silence, she will reach heaven, where she can be happy, and her eyebrows will relax, I believe.

I have always wanted to write something to commemorate her, but I never knew how to mention it. I never wanted to cry. I just wanted to stop when I thought of the sad place. And a life passes like this, thoughts and not thoughts are all lost in life.

Only my memory will still remember this trace when I turn it on lightly, reminding me of leaving such a trace as a condolence. The good and bad things of the past will not be rewritten, and the scars of the past will all leave with her. The sigh left behind seems to still be ringing in the air.

Everyone’s life destiny is also spent in imperfection, but the place and method of destiny are different. No matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible to make destiny perfect, nor to make destiny how perfect. Oops, it all depends on a person's ability to withstand pressure. Destiny will favor everyone, and will also let everyone leave after tasting the sweet taste.