As a teenager, we were in middle school. The table was full of exercises from various subjects, and the bedside was affixed with a motto such as "Victory of Self". Teachers and parents instill in us the concepts of "single-plank bridge" and "starting line" every day. Staying up all night and stress make the originally supple face become sallow. "Puppy Love"? It is a scourge that harms the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination alongside the online game smoking and mixed society.
But even so, one day we looked out the window from the overlapping exercises and test papers, and then we saw him/her.
Flipped-what a wonderful word. As if walking into a room and accidentally hitting a button, suddenly the eyes full of colorful neon crackled and crackled the entire field of vision. The original flat ripples, the original black and white became colorful.
We all have a crush on like Julie. Pretending to walk in front of him carelessly, but in my heart he minds whether he is looking at you; pretending to chat with his friends on the side of the playground, but secretly chasing after him playing football from the corner of his eyes; guessing the meaning of each of his expressions, guessing whether he is happy Don't like ourselves...
We have all struggled like Bryce. Overwhelmed by other people's likes and don't know how to refuse, they have to dodge, but self-defeatingly lead to misunderstanding; or they like a strange guy, afraid of being laughed at by friends, so they brazenly deny it.
Those tiny heartbeats are like electric currents, paralyzing every nerve in your body, and your body is surging with a slightly tingling sense of happiness; it is like our thirsty young minds growing flowers, small but colorful, Embellish our barren life.
For most of us, the story stops here. Teachers and parents will use "future" and "prospect" and other high-sounding reasons to kill these flowers in the cradle.
Then we grew up, and we had no hesitation in moving towards the broad road of "future prospects". But, why are such us so moved by such a simple story as "Flipped"?
I have been thinking, knowledge needs to be learned, skills need to be learned, don’t you need to learn if you love someone?
Friend A, with excellent grades, a good family background, and a calm personality, but what is surprising is that in his early 30s, he has already had two divorces. He said that it was neither his fault nor his ex-wife's fault, but every time he found someone who was not suitable for him-or that he didn't know what kind of person was right for him. He mentioned his mother. She came to school when he was a freshman. She saw the pairs on campus. She couldn't help frowning and saying, "You can be contaminated with these bad styles." So throughout the college, he All are "cleansing oneself." It was only a year before he found out that he was well-established in the professional field, but he was no different from an idiot in the field of love.
Friend B is luckier than A. He has found a girlfriend who has the same temperament and hobbies. After living together, conflicts and disputes continued. They are all small problems, such as what to eat at night, who will wash the dishes, and forget to cover the toilet seat. But these small problems eventually led to their breakup. We have been the center of the whole family since we were young, and the whole family has been working hard around us for a goal called "Gao Kao". We did not learn to accommodate and compromise at that age, and did not understand that these qualities are often more precious and rarer than insisting on ourselves.
Love is not just a heartbeat. After Flipped, our eyes adapt to the dazzling lights and neon lights. We will see the mess in the room, and then learn to clean it up. Many things we should learn from love, we did not learn in time.
Julie and Bryce planted the little tree together. Julie learned to respect herself in love, and Bryce learned to be brave in love. That tree will continue to grow in love with them.
A seed needs to go through a long process of sprouting, branching, and flowering before it bears sweet fruits. We have an idiom like "pull out seedlings to encourage growth," but the elders did not hesitate to pinch off every small flower, worrying that this extra decoration would take away the nutrients from the growth of the trees.
One day the small tree finally towers into the sky, but looking at the empty branches, we are not without regrets. What kind of sweet or sour fruits will be produced for those little flowers that have bloomed in the heart before staying in the present?
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