Diary of visiting relatives

That day, my mother asked me to drive her to visit her relatives. This is my mother's aunt's house. I should call it' aunt's birthday'.

This relative, in my opinion, seems to have only emerged in the last two years. I've never heard my mother talk about it before. It seems that I have been away from home all the year round, and I once lost contact.

Anyway, it's always a pleasure for me to have a relative and meet some strange faces.

Since I have a computer, my heart has become wild. It seems that all strangers in this world have become friends and neighbors who can communicate. My heart, eager to fly, eager to show ...

Throw away those familiar people and things, throw away those so-called' hometown' that have long been tired of watching.

I won't exclude any stranger who is willing to make friends with me.

In fact, Gu Mu's family is also a rural area, which is more than ten miles away from us, and it will take some time.

There are already people shouting birthdays there. Of course, there are some young people. They should be her grandchildren.

I got out of the car, and I was a little stiff in the face of this strange scene. But there is a slightly familiar face: my mother's adopted brother is there. I'm a little surprised. Does he have something to do with it? We talked for a while, and then I went into the house. Seeing that there are almost elderly people inside and outside the house, people are chasing each other. I was bored and came out again.

By the time my third cousin (Gu Mu Niang's youngest son) told us to go back for dinner, I had lost my formality and discomfort when I first arrived, and I had patted' Brother Gan' on the shoulder with a smile and clamored to sit with them for dinner. Because young people together, whether eating, drinking or laughing loudly, must be fresh and exciting. I like this feeling.

At dinner, I gradually realized that my' dry brother' turned out to be my second cousin's son-in-law. After my' godbrother' kindly incited me to introduce me, they, my cousins with new faces, also tried to accept me and began to ask each other about themselves. Those who feel more congenial also wrote down each other's mobile phone numbers and phone numbers ... I feel that the strangeness and estrangement have gradually melted, and an atmosphere of making friends with each other has begun to brew quietly. ...

I was surprisingly calm that day and felt more comfortable than ever. Who knows where I was before? Anyway, I can say whatever I want, speak freely and talk endlessly, as if I were dealing with relatives and friends I have known for a long time, and I didn't wronged my mind at all. This is by no means common for me.

I wonder myself, how I have changed, become so sophisticated, so provocative, do things and speak smoothly, without any obstacles. I used to be, but I didn't let those' unwarranted' feelings of authority and inferiority haunt me, nor did I let formality and contempt torture me.

I know, I could have sat in the main hall and had dinner with a group of people I know very well. Those are my aunts, uncles, uncles. I won't be shy. But now, I am so exclusive of familiarity. Don't take the usual road, crazy foreigner. "There is no scenery in a familiar place" and so on seem to be philosophical words in my heart.

I know that if they suggest me improvise or something, I might be able to sing it generously.

So, I have the words published in the' talk': in fact, whether it is facing social intercourse or showing talent. As long as you can really calm down and release yourself generously and proudly, you are an excellent person. Even if you sing out of tune occasionally and make a small mistake in society, it will not affect your respected position in everyone's mind. Because at this moment you are mature and fearless. It's as simple as that, but in the face of pluralistic secular existence, how many people have really found that calmness, that calmness, that honor and disgrace?

When we spend too much time, don't we all live in panic with those numb thoughts?