What you like is that you don't like your TA "emotional prose".

I drank a lot of wine with a good friend, at midnight 12.

He told me that he liked a girl very much when he was a freshman, which was unforgettable, but that girl didn't like him.

He spent three whole months texting and chatting with her every night, hundreds of messages a night, and secretly charging her phone bills. Three months later, he confessed. The girl said that I don't like your type, but I like a handsome guy in white. My buddy is a man with big arms and a round waist. He didn't give up. He was obsessed for months. Finally, the girl was moved by his spirit and said, wait and see. That girl says I'm melodramatic, and you'll soon annoy me.

This place has been around for several years.

My buddy has played all the tricks of idol drama. They went out to travel and got a room with a bowl of water in the middle of the bed. It is said that they copied butterfly lovers. The girl likes to play bubble games. My buddy bought two notebooks, gave her one and practiced with her all night. The girl likes a necklace, and the buddy bought her an 8,000 necklace without saying anything. Every Monday morning, my buddies take a taxi to KFC more than ten miles away to buy breakfast and send it downstairs to the girl. In order not to wake the girl, he also asked the girl's roommate to bring him breakfast.

My buddy took a sip of wine and said, you don't know, she is my faith. I went to Zhong Nanshan with her, she walked in front, and I looked at her back, so far away, as if I couldn't catch up with her in my life. In those days, I was like a donkey, thinking about how to make her happy day and night.

Three years later, the girl was finally moved. She told all her friends that she really fell in love with her buddy. She posted pictures of her friends in her diary and air conditioner. She became a bird, where there are friends, there is her.

I asked my buddy, "Then what?"

My buddy said, then, it seems that I have no goal and feel bored every day.

He started having an affair with his first girlfriend in high school and stayed up all night in a bar with a beautiful girl. Six months later, he was arrested by his girlfriend.

My buddy said she was getting married today. I called her last night, and a man answered and told me to go away. After drinking a glass of wine, my buddy cried and said that she was the love of my life. Really, I may never like a person like this again in my life! I threw away the beer can and said with a smile, "What if you marry her?"

My buddy thought for a long time and said, I will still like her all my life.

He is lying. He has been married for three years and his son is two years old.

He likes people who don't like him. She got married eight years ago today and was doomed to be unattainable.

My other friend was a heartthrob in high school. A beautiful girl wrote him a 30-page love letter.

My buddy said, I think she is pretty, and they have a common language, but after receiving the love letter, I looked at the girl, and somehow she was covered with shortcomings and didn't like to talk to her.

The girl didn't give up. When she was a freshman, she folded thousands of stars for him, knitted him a scarf and bought clothes for him.

My buddy doesn't even have the patience to take things from the guard room. He stayed in the guard room for more than three months until the second semester.

Later, the girl finally couldn't stand it. She cried on the phone and said that you don't like me at all. Since you don't like me, why did you agree to be my boyfriend?

My buddy still ignored me and broke up.

Until the New Year's Eve of my senior year, my buddy and I were in a bar in Xi 'an East Street, and my buddy suddenly hugged me and cried. He said that the girl sent a text message, and they chatted for a while before they realized that the girl had been with a boy for two years. He said that at that moment, his heart suddenly hurt, and his heart seemed to be cut out.

My buddy bombarded me with text messages for a week, and the girl finally broke up with her ex-boyfriend

It's always easy to rekindle old feelings. Later, they got married and began to quarrel. One day, my buddy told me that when I think about it, I can't tell whether I like that girl or I like losing her feelings. The girl said that she still liked him who tore up the love letter without reading it.

One of my excellent girls is almost crazy about a man, but strangely, that man seldom talks to her, and once in a while he disappears.

Whether you admit it or not, some people are naturally mean. The less you get, the more precious you are, and the less you cherish.

Like climbing a mountain, the best thing is the process of climbing it. When you climb to the top of the mountain, you may find that the top of the mountain is desolate without bright flowers.

Unrequited love or unrequited love is memorable because the TA you like is doomed to dislike you in your subjective thoughts.

Think about it this way, you will like TA even more, just like a mountain top that you will never reach.

Give you a home.

A girl fell from the sky.

With the help of Zhang, the head of Xicun Village, my mother took me all the way from Sichuan to this remote village. At that time, Yang Laosan was 30 years old. This orphan, who grew up eating a hundred meals, was so happy that he could hardly find the north for his wife and children who fell from the sky.

Mother has no other requirements, as long as she chooses an auspicious day, she promises to marry him. In order to prepare for the wedding, Yang Laosan sold five goats and saved enough 2000 yuan. When we were discussing wine, my mother's family suddenly wrote-my grandmother was seriously ill and my mother cried her eyes out. Yang Laosan mumbled something about going to Sichuan with the bride. But the mountain is high and the road is far, and his mother doesn't want Yang Laosan to suffer this with himself. Besides, how can I bear such a long journey as a child less than two years old? Finally, Yang Laosan accepted her mother's advice and stayed to take care of me until she came back before the wedding. In this way, my mother left with the only 2000 yuan savings at home, and there was no news from then on.

In the summer when I was 0/3 years old, Zhang gave him another kiss. The woman brought a child about my age.

At first he seemed very happy, but at dinner, the boy hit me on the head with chopsticks. He was laughing just now, and immediately turned over with the boy, and the woman passively left with the boy. After a long time, he mentioned this matter, but he was still a little indignant: "A child without a tutor, our flowers are so big, who dares to touch her finger?" He wants to come at once. " Looking at his unreasonable way of protecting calves, I felt an indescribable warmth in my heart. I couldn't figure out how to show my love to him, so I secretly used the evening time to knit him a thick lesbian scarf. Unexpectedly, he cried at the sight of the scarf.

On weekends, he dug out his best clothes from the cupboard, put on his scarf carefully, walked around the town with a smile, and smiled and pointed out to others when he met acquaintances: "Look, this is a scarf woven by flowers for me!" " I was moved and embarrassed by his obvious show-off. Compared with his kindness to me, what is this? At that moment, I made up my mind that when I grew up and earned money, I would repay him well.

Is it biological or not?

However, he seems to be impatient with this day.

He suddenly fell ill, first his heart ached, and then he began to vomit blood. Those neighbors who usually smile at each other suddenly became cold to me. I even heard them whisper, "You should go to Wall's mother. The third child has raised her for so many years. How much is the alimony? " Listening to his neighbor, he initially retorted, "I can't bear to send the flowers away." Those neighbors sneered: "Silly old three, you still want to wait for flowers to support the elderly. If you don't treat the disease, you will lose your life. "

He became silent. After going to the hospital again, he seemed determined and took out a letter from under his pillow. It was a letter left by my mother before she left, with grandma's address on it. A person in the village who often travels around the country volunteered to bring this letter. Soon, he brought back a new address. Seeing the address, he gasped for half a day, and then gave me a complicated look. That day, he nagged about my childhood over and over again. I looked at him coldly, whether he was my own or not. In good times, I am the guarantee of old-age care. I need money now and want to exchange me for child support. So, I didn't wait for him to finish, so I found a reason to get into my room.

After school that day, there was still a distance from home, and I heard the rough voice of the village director: "That heartless woman abducted a child and threw it to you. Third, don't be vague this time. Tell her. " My legs went soft at once.

Give you a home.

Two months later, I was suddenly picked up by the school. As soon as I entered the room, a chubby middle-aged woman hugged me and cried-the village director put my DNA data on the national search website. One in a million, I actually matched the data with a couple who have been looking for their lost daughter. She is my real mother.

The new home is many times better than the old one. However, I don't know why. Every night, I dream of his sallow face and dark hands. "Flower, how are you?" In dreams, he always repeats such words in the same way. Every time I wake up in the morning, my pillow is wet. The only thing that makes me feel at ease is that my mother said that they gave him 50 thousand yuan in child support. Fifty thousand dollars, I imagine how much it will be. With this pile of money, will he get well?

Three months later, my mother took me back to see him. When I stood in front of that desolate house, my tears rolled down-he left. I rushed to the cemetery in the west of the village like crazy. The loess on his grave is still wet, but I have never seen him again.

Mother burst into tears: "eldest brother, why are you so stupid?" Isn't it 50 thousand yuan to see a doctor? " Only then did I know that he secretly sent the 50 thousand alimony to his mother after we left. In the postscript of the money order, he only wrote a simple sentence: "I worked so hard to find you, not for money, but to find a home for the flowers before I left."

Actually, I know you like me.

I was free that day, chatting with Jiang on the Internet while watching movies. He was in Suzhou and I was in Shanghai. Talking about a book he read recently seemed to touch his heart at once, and he suddenly fell silent at the other end of the screen.

Long after the dialog box showed "typing", I saw a line he typed in the dialog box: "I'm in love, do you believe it?"

I casually replied to him: "Congratulations."

Then I saw him knock: "In fact, you don't know. At that time, I had been silently liking you for a long time ..."

I suddenly didn't know what to say, and memories of his youth suddenly came to my mind. Before closing the dialog box, I typed a few words: "In fact, I know everything. Thank you, Jiang. "

I met Jiang in my freshman year.

In the year of the senior high school entrance examination, I got 140 in Chinese, and I was lucky enough to enter this key middle school with the final score. This is far beyond my expectation. I was immersed in a happy atmosphere all summer vacation.

Jiang is the kind of boy whose grades are ridiculously high. When he stood in the school auditorium and shared his experience with everyone, I held a Mao Mu under the stage.

Jiang's best subject is physics. I can't help wondering how he can learn such a strange course without any effort.

On reflection, we don't seem to have much in common. The only thing I remember is that I had to hand in my physics homework in a hurry. There were only a few people left in the whole classroom at that time. Looking around, I found that only Jiang's homework has the value of copying.

I went over and said sincerely, "Handsome boy, let me borrow your physics homework." Jiang obviously didn't realize that I would borrow my exercise book from him. Before that, we hardly talked alone. This tall-looking boy blushed at the moment he looked up.

When I was looking for my exercise book, I accidentally knocked over the cup on the table. Such a river makes me laugh. He became more and more nervous. He didn't say a word when he handed me the exercise book.

Probably from then on, I noticed this strange boy. Occasionally, when his eyes drifted over the middle rows of seats, I just looked up and he quickly dodged.

The girl's sixth sense convinced me that Jiang liked me.

In my sophomore year, I stayed in the liberal arts class and Jiang went to the science class. Occasionally I met on campus, and the tenderness in Jiang's eyes was so strong that I wanted to run away.

At that time, I didn't really know what I liked. Besides being able to write beautiful articles, it's hard for me to shine among girls. So I think I must have read too many of my own novels to think that Jiang likes me.

Until I was in college, I suddenly received a text message from a strange number one day. The other party said: Hello, I am Jiang's roommate. He kept telling us about you, but he didn't have the courage to confess, so I came to tell you secretly for him that he likes you very much.

Later, Jiang added my QQ. We talked a lot, but he never said he liked me. In my junior year, I had a boyfriend. After Jiang knew about it, he disappeared for a while.

When he came to see me again, he talked to me as if nothing had happened. Then we talk for a while every once in a while as usual. I thought Jiang would bury this thing that likes me in time, but I didn't expect him to say it this evening.

Actually, Jiang doesn't know. I really thank him for liking me in the best years. Being liked by people is always a happy thing, not to mention being an excellent boy like Jiang.

Although I may never have liked him, even now I have never understood why he likes me. But such a river still tender my youth and frivolous time.

"Legacy" of Cancer Mothers

On the evening of February 14, 2065438, a rural woman became the person of the year at the CCTV "Touching China 20 13" award party. /kloc-A boy of 0/4 years old said to the host Jing Yidan, "Auntie, I'm here to get the trophy." Jing Yidan asked him, "Son, why did you help mom do this?" The child replied, "I'm afraid it hurts when my mother raises her hand."

This painstaking mother, Yao, is a farmer in Wuxi County, Chongqing. She moved China to mend the child's dream. The child's name is Wang Rui, a sophomore in junior high school. Where has mom's time gone all these years? A picture of the riverside scene at Qingming Festival, 6.5m long and 0.85m wide, in which there are 684 figures, 96 animals (only), 88 sedan chairs, 25 boats and 24 trees1.27 million needles.

In 2006, Yao, who often felt severe chest pain, went to the hospital for examination and found a fist-sized tumor in his breast, which was diagnosed as breast cancer. The doctor advised her to have a resection in time, otherwise the condition would be delayed and the consequences would be unimaginable. Faced with the high cost of surgery, Yao chose the conservative treatment of drug treatment.

One day in February 2009, Yao saw such a news on TV: a dozen women in a certain place in Guizhou spent more than a year embroidering a cross stitch more than 6 meters long and sold it for several hundred thousand yuan. An idea flashed through her mind: I can try to embroider such a cross stitch myself.

The next day, Yao took advantage of the opportunity that her husband was going down to the well and her children were going to school, and secretly took a bus from his residence to Weifang. More than ten hours later, he spent 2800 yuan to buy back a painting, needle and thread, cloth and other materials of The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.

From that day on, Yao lived a life of "two points, one line and two black ends": from getting up at 6 am to going to bed in the morning, except for two hours of cooking, washing clothes, sweeping the floor and doing housework for two school children, the remaining 1 7 hours were devoted to one thing-embroidery. This * * * needs 1.27 million stitches to make the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival. There are 78 colors of embroidery thread alone, and an ordinary green tree actually needs 6 kinds of embroidery thread with different shades. Even if a skilled embroiderer embroiders for 8 hours every day, it will take 5 years to complete all the embroideries. Breast pain, eye pain and cervical pain all make Yao's body weaker every day.

July 20 12, after three years and five months of searching, this painting "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" was finally completed, and it was painted with blood and tears. Someone offered 200 thousand yuan to buy it, but Yao didn't sell it. Husband has liver disease, which will lead to cirrhosis, and the younger daughter has congenital heart disease. She decided to keep this painting, which is her mother's only legacy, and leave it to her two children as expenses for going to college in the future. This is the spiritual picture that the mother weaves for the child, and it is the flame of mother's love.

After the completion of the first cross stitch, Yao bought a cross stitch sample of Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, which is 22 meters long and 0.85 meters wide. This embroidery is several times more difficult and time-consuming than the first one. The second picture "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" has been embroidered for almost 6 meters now. Yao said, I hope God can give her another three years. She is racing against time and death now. She gritted her teeth and said she believed she could escape death.

Illness crushed the body, but it could not destroy maternal love. Grassroots mothers try to mend their dreams for their children, and deep love paves the way for their spiritual future. You are threading the needle day and night. Please God give you more time to weave your good wishes into this spring. This is the best dedication to an ordinary and great mother.

Workplace dress

10 years ago, a middle-aged saleswoman who had just been laid off from a state-owned enterprise rushed to my house to promote a vacuum cleaner in Germany. Anyway, we were moved by her attitude and trusted German goods, so we bought them at the first time and have been using them smoothly. In the past thirteen years, she has often called or sent some accessories. I asked her to send some vacuum bags to the subway station for delivery the other day. She told me: I will retire next year, the market is developed, and the enterprise needs the "son" of senior management with a doctorate as the boss! In order to succeed, the leaders gave up a new vacuum bag made of 8 yuan and only provided customers with an imported vacuum bag of more than 20 yuan. She felt sorry for the first batch of old customers like me, so she quietly found a new vacuum bag made of 8 yuan through internal relations and prepared it at her own expense to prevent old customers from suffering! As an employee of the same company, a mother-level employee would rather let his promise fail, and a son-level doctoral white-collar worker can sacrifice the interests of many parents-level customers in order to improve his professional value. It's really strange to look professional. What do they insist on? What did you get?

In desperation, she told me again: "After retirement, I will take my son to live in the United States." Maybe a few years later, there will be another "Aunt Wonton" food store in the central area of new york, because her professional appearance will definitely surprise people.

The most common phenomenon in the workplace is insincerity. No matter what the position is, you will often encounter the "affectation" of the role in the workplace. The beginning of the year is always the peak of job-hopping. An acquaintance, white-collar A, talked with the supervisor about his resignation. He told the supervisor a well-known fictional reason: moving, health problems, family opinions, friends invited to join ... but he didn't talk about the core issue-dissatisfaction with his position and salary. Although the supervisor has chest tightness and knows the twists and turns, he keeps asking, "Have you thought it over?" In fact, people who want to leave want the supervisor to keep them for a while, and the supervisor hates you to embarrass me. As a result, neither hatchback got the desired result, because there was no essence of the matter, and no one could remember what he said and why he was responsible. Why can't they be facts-oriented, put down their masks and make things clear? We are both acting to make the onlookers look funnier and more painful. Do we really need to "confuse the real with the fake"? Is it clean to take a shower in a raincoat? I'm afraid this is really a taboo in life!

Seven years ago, the author brought back a newly graduated master boy from the personnel department. He is short and plain, which makes me a little worried about whether it is ok to do marketing (which coincides with the idea that Gao Shuai's poor children can only study hard). Having dinner together, I found that he was a little "crazy" and thought it was over. How can I take him out to meet my clients? A year later, I found that this "poor" child has a "story". 15 years old, my father died, my mother dragged my two brothers to college, and my eldest brother became a doctor in the United States. This little brother works quietly and writes a concise report with the main points in place. He is one of the few employees of Yet I Feel the Harmonious Heart-Beat of the San Passive Unicorn. Three years later, he quietly applied for a doctorate, bought affordable housing, prepared a work car and married a daughter-in-law in Yan 'an. On the wedding day, I finally got a new pair of shoes, a new shirt and a frequent haircut, and became the "doctor" in the team (because he has dark skin and likes to frown and think). Five years later, he asked me to say goodbye and an investment bank found him. In the next three years, he started from scratch, diligently expanded the market, and even developed a department facing merger into a star department. He invested and managed more than 654.38 billion assets, and naturally became the vice president. The workplace does not believe in tears, and always favors those who work hard. This is a fact.

The game of life is often your turn to play, but you change the rules. But we must live, because we have dreams, we have to live for a long time, and we will wait for many things. It is not up to anyone to decide to come early. There is a bottom line in the workplace, remember that "you have to pay it back when you come out." What role we play in the workplace and how high we reach depend entirely on our personal cultivation and education. If you have a good family tradition, you will win at the starting point; Paying attention to the process, telling the truth and doing honest things are also important weights. The so-called "Chinese Dream" is entirely for such China people.

I love you with all my heart.

In the simple room downstairs, there lived a father and son. Father is 40 years old, and son 10 is over 0 years old. They are all disabled and limping. I have seen them eat, one with a big bowl and eating messy things, which should be leftovers from others.

When cleaning up the house, I gave them what I didn't want-old books, newspapers, furniture and a small bed. I said, "No money, it's for you." Obviously, they were very moved. In this way, we met.

The man surnamed Bai comes from Anhui. His daughter-in-law ran away with someone because she was poor. He came to the north alone with his children and made a living by collecting rags. I told my neighbors to sell them junk. Of course, it's better to give it to them.

Old white wooden, refused to say more. One day, my neighbor suddenly said to me: Lao Bai seems to be meeting someone. I don't believe it. Who will have a crush on him? Later, I did watch it once. That's a woman with a child. Her home is local and has a house. She plans to live with him. Laobai doesn't want to. I'm a little puzzled. Ask Lao Bai. Laobai smoked a cigarette and frowned and said to me, "I dare not get married. First, I am afraid of delaying others. " Second, I have to save money. It costs hundreds of thousands of dollars to operate on my son's leg. The doctor said the sooner the better. I can't keep him limping. As soon as I got married, the burden became heavier. "

Later, I didn't see Lao Bai for many days. I have always suspected that he went to other places because of the demolition of simple houses. It's just a pity to inherit the wind. It's hundreds of thousands. When will he save enough money?

When I heard something later, my tears fell.

Something happened to my friend. My friend is a construction worker. He hired a man. A few days later, the man fell from the upstairs. The company wants to treat him. He said, "Don't treat me. I'm over 40 years old. Give me some money to operate on my son. "

People in the company don't understand and don't want to give the money. The man cried and said, "Please, operate on him. I, I did it on purpose ... I lost money if something happened. I want you to operate on my son. It is not easy for this child to follow me. Son, son is I pick up, I can't have children ... "

Everyone was shocked. The friend cried and asked the company to operate on his son, help him!

Finally, my son's operation was very successful, and he no longer had to limp. But Lao Bai is still limping, and the father and son still make a living by collecting junk.

On holidays, father and son will send some corn and sweet potatoes to friends. They know how grateful they are. My friend is still doing business, but he can't forget a secret-the son that Lao Bai loves wholeheartedly is not his own.

Perhaps, true love is like this: I love you without asking for anything in return; I love you, with my heart, with my life, with everything I have-as long as I have it.