We come into this world and are inextricably linked to those around us. We cannot choose to live, but we can choose how to live.
Very vulgar sentence. But I found that my attitude towards life has been slowly changing.
I am always willful. I often like to secretly infiltrate my parents when I chat with them. Children should not live for their parents, nor should they sacrifice their ideals or love for their parents. We should be equal and free. As long as we are all happy and healthy, that is the greatest happiness, and we should not bind others in the name of love.
I found out later that maybe I made a mistake. Maybe others have not thought about tying us, but we are bound willingly.
The conscience and moral sense that this bondage gives us prevents us from going further and further on the road in the name of freedom, going further and further, and getting lost.
That day, I watched the show Wang Shuo and his mother did together, psychological interview. See how he shows dissatisfaction and complaints with his mother.
Yes, you are very successful in some aspects, you no longer need any help from this elder, whether mentally or materially, but as long as they are still willing to be your parents, we are always happy.
Sometimes we really like to complain. We were very dissatisfied with the education we received in our childhood, and we were very unhappy that our parents would beat us up and vent our anger, and oppressed us recklessly when we were a vulnerable group.
A certain part of our character subtly inherits the part of them that we dislike the most, and while we dislike them, we are also disliked by our children.
One day, I got angry at my parents inexplicably. Look, this is me with a bad temper. That's how you turned me into a bad temper! Totally rascal.
Parents are helpless and sad. We seem to have triumphed, finding the flashpoint of that gap in childhood.
They need us, they need us to love them. Just like we needed their love when we were kids. Even listening to them tell the most outrageous and nutritious stories, as long as they are snuggled by their side, they feel happy.
Everyone has moments of inexplicable tantrums. When we do this, we should also understand them at the time.
You will be patient when you have worked hard all day in a poisonous and harmful factory, and when you come home and see ignorant children breaking things in the neighbor's house, crying and making snot and tears, you will be patient. Should I tell him two ancient stories and then deduce a lot of truths?
How can parents who graduated from elementary school know how to use child psychology to educate a child?
Sometimes I feel that we are all pitiful. When we were in college, the ignorant people spent money indiscriminately. They supported us with their hard-earned money, and told us through gritted teeth that as long as we could pass the exam, we could do anything. And after they have worked hard all their lives, they will use the little pension they have left to pay us a down payment for a super expensive house in a big city. If they can't show it, they will feel ashamed and sorry for their children. Dear parents, this is not our county seat. This astronomical down payment cannot be exchanged for a lifetime of life and blood and sweat. They stick to their most traditional concept of giving their children a home, and not knowing how to make a living. But the real estate developers are happy, and the government is happy. These old workers and peasants, who have been tortured by them for their whole lives, both mentally and physically, have been drained of their flesh and bones. For decades, they have never understood what is meant by enjoyment and what is luxury. Following the most conservative tradition in China, it is duty to be a man, to be hard and simple, and to be diligent and thrifty. It is a successful example of our ideological and moral class. . . It's worth a lifetime. I'm a bit at a loss for words.
Buy the cheapest fruits and vegetables, never take a taxi, and only choose discounted clothes. They are made slaves of life, not masters. They feel that travel is burning money, no matter what kind of life you experience, you still have to go home and live your life in a down-to-earth way.
Yes, they were not so conscious and educated, but they really tried their best.
Sometimes we feel that we don't even have a hobby, such as playing an elegant piano, a decent violin, or a light ballet.
You ask them if they ever saw something so advanced when we were kids.
Later they got old and some had gone. The people in the factories near our home all have very short lifespans. The probability of cerebral thrombosis and myocardial infarction is particularly high. When I got home this time, I also saw white smoke from the chimneys of the nearby factories. The smell is still pungent, but I can't tell if it's the same as when I was a kid.
At that time, my mother used to drive me through the smoky and smelly factory floor to my grandma's house in the suburbs. At that time, the people of Hou had no concept of poison gas and pollution. Compared with pregnant women who are wearing radiation protection suits and supplementing folic acid, I am really lucky that we are still healthy.
Not necessarily one morning to hear, whose parents passed away suddenly. Maybe it's my middle school or high school classmates.
Nothing to be surprised about. My grandma's 7 children, including my dad, have severe gout. Can't drink, can't eat a lot. There was no such genetic history in the family before. But my grandfather worked in the most poisonous department in the factory at the time.
I'm just describing their life. They are not on our TV, not in faraway countries where civil wars are constant, ethnic disputes are constant, and terrorists are rampant, they live in our lives. are our parents.
We like to believe that things are getting better. I hope they will exercise more, travel more, eat more good food, and make up for what they lost before. We are busy with work, dealing with the fierce social competition and the ever-changing information explosion era, but neglecting their spiritual life.
We are not heroes, we do not have the passion to think for the whole nation, the whole world and the whole of humanity. We only look at our lives from the smallest details, and we want to take our lives seriously.
Mom and Dad live very carefully, for fear of causing a little trouble to the children. They are all old. As we chase our fading dreams in a turbulent world, let's not forget that sometimes they really miss us. Be mad at them. When communication is poor, try to control your emotions and volume. When they are unreasonable and unreasonable, think about their life and be considerate of their life.
They are our closest and dearest people. While envious of the people who come and go freely and live their lives in style, cherish the relatives around you.
Master the scale and live a better life without hurting each other. Live with love and responsibility.
Don't forget to remind yourself that they are getting old, and we are getting old too. After careful calculation, the only few vacations a year, the parents and parents far away in the hometown, people's life is really over in the blink of an eye.
When I didn't write much for a long time, I suddenly came up with such a long speech. Thank you for this movie, which made me talk to myself more deeply. Sometimes we always have to carry something to chase our dreams. . . .
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