Life is about losing and letting go, especially letting go of children's hands (bilingual)

Life is about losing and letting go-especially for our children.

Life is about losing and letting go, especially letting go of children's hands (bilingual)

The most resonant? The truth about children is that they have disappeared. Slowly, gradually, but eventually. In this sense, children are like clocks, marking the passage of time in each new growth stage. Seeing a child disappear-or rather, being aware of their disappearance in any keen way-is to realize that you have lost what you love, which is the favorite thing in your life before or in the future.

The most fascinating fact about children is that children will slowly drift away and eventually disappear. In this way, children are like clocks, and each new growth stage means the passage of time. Watching the child disappear gradually, or suddenly realizing that the child is gone, is equivalent to realizing that you have lost the love of your life.

Watching our children grow up is like watching our parents grow old and die. This is a strange and upside-down way. If we mourn these two situations, it may be because we are also crying for ourselves-for our impermanence and for our own death. Because we also don't clearly mark the time in our own bodies.

Watching children grow up is like watching their parents die of old age, but this process has been unusually reversed. We feel sad for these two processes, perhaps because we also feel sad for ourselves, for the shortness of life, and for the lifestyle that will eventually end. Because, although it is not easy to detect, we are also witnesses of the passage of time.

With the growth of our children, we are also mourning the loss of a role-we are protectors, indispensable and passionately loved, and only children and spoony lovers can give us this need and rose color.

As children grow up, we mourn the disappearance of our role as protectors-this feeling of extreme dependence and love is like a rose. This feeling of being needed can only be given to us by children and lovers in love.

Here is a passage of English, which can't be put on. I don't know why, but I'm sorry. )

Think about how music records these sad processes, from Abba slipping through my fingers, to the girl with brown eyes in Van Morrison, and then to the almost heartbreaking turn. My personal favorite version is Nancy Griffith's Turn around, and I can't help crying every time I listen to it (not just talking, this song really makes me cry). Even so, I will listen to it again and again. Why is this? What makes me cry? Why do I often cry?

This is a tear, partly because of loss. Therefore, they are only emotional-or at least unnecessary. Because all life is intertwined with loss. Transient? It is something that makes life beautiful and worthwhile. All that comes and goes is a beautiful heart. Children are the most vivid and meaningful examples of aging.

Some tears are shed for things that have passed away. Therefore, they are just sentimental tears, or at least insignificant tears. Because life is always full of passing away. Life is beautiful and precious, because it is fleeting. The essence of beauty lies in coming and going. Children are the most vivid and profound symbol of this fleeting.

Therefore, there are many kinds of tears. Maybe we cry in a sad song about children's growth, partly because we think the process is tragic. But they may also be tears to realize beauty, because this change is profound and brings us closest to the core of life itself.

Therefore, there are many kinds of tears. Maybe we will cry for a sad song about children's growth, partly because we feel that the process of growing up is really sad. However, it is also possible that these tears fell before we realized the beauty, because the changes brought about by growth are so profound that we are close to the essence of life.

In any case, the idea that we are losing love as children grow up is incorrect. My love for my two eldest daughters in their twenties has not diminished with the passage of time. I don't have many opportunities to express it, and they don't think it is necessary. They are independent. In my opinion, this is an excellent job. However, when I look at them sometimes, I feel exactly the same feelings as when they just walked and were helpless.

In any case, it is wrong to think that when children grow up, we will lose what we love. My two eldest daughters are now in their twenties, and my love for them has never changed with the passage of time. I don't always express my love to them, and they don't think it's necessary. They are independent individuals, and in my opinion, they also give full play to their independence. However, sometimes when I look at them, my inner touch is the same as when they are helpless toddlers.

We won't lose our children-unless we are very unfortunate, or very bad parents, or they are very atypical? Kid. If our desire to keep our children really takes root and takes action, it will be a disaster. This is undoubtedly the fate of many parents raising too many children. Such a child will never leave home emotionally.

We don't really lose our children unless we are unlucky, incompetent as parents, or our children are different from ordinary people. We want to keep our children. If this idea is deeply rooted and put into practice, it will cause a catastrophe. For many children spoiled by their parents, this disaster will undoubtedly become their ultimate fate. These children cannot achieve emotional independence at all.

We must let go, then let go, then let go. Eventually, when their parents leave this life, they must also let go, first gradually, then completely, and finally. I have "lost" my child many times-in infancy, in toddlerhood, in infancy. They are always recreated-however, at some deep level, they are always the same. If I do it right, parallel changes will happen to me. In other words, I always lose my children, but in a sense, I always lose myself.

We must let go, let go, and let go. And children will gradually let go with the death of their parents, and finally get rid of them completely. I have "lost" my children many times-I lost them as a baby, I lost them as a toddler, and I lost them as a child. They are always brand new, but they are always deep inside, so I am still. I'm going through the same change. I lost my children at all stages, and I lost myself at all stages. This is correct.

Because if I am still as a fully mature adult, then I am doing something wrong. I hold myself too tightly, just like some parents hold their children too tightly. Life, yes, is to lose and let go. But there is no such loss and release, just like a plastic flower. Invincible, but ultimately worthless.

It would be a big mistake if I remained stagnant as an adult. I hold myself too tightly, just like some parents hold their children and don't let go. Yes, life is constantly lost and put down, otherwise life is like a plastic flower, indestructible but ultimately worthless.