The Slowest Thing is Alive

: Now I: I like loneliness, I like silence, I like darkness, I like emptiness, I like indifference, I like unhappy smiles, I like helplessness, I like emptiness, I like laissez-faire, I like daze, I like boredom, I like sadness... When there are many people, I always want to escape, when I am alone, I always long for someone to accompany me; when there is someone to talk to, I am always relatively speechless, but when I am alone, I want to talk to myself... I want to escape from people, from things, from everything, and I don't know what else is worthy of all my passion... I want to love someone, but I don't dare to love, I am afraid of being hurt, I am afraid of looking at my scars with blood and tears in the dead of night... I always habitually fantasize about some things, and after thinking about it, I burst out laughing. My stomach hurts so much, so comfort yourself, go to sleep, nothing will happen to you when you sleep... I have always been strong, but it is also very fragile, like glass, it can withstand how much force it is, and it can be broken into pieces... You can't see others sad, you can't hear what happened to your friends, and you can't hear the shortcomings of your relatives. Because you are afraid of losing, you don't dare to have it... I don't like things that are too beautiful, and I am always worried that they will be short-lived; I am afraid that others will be too good to me and I will owe a favor... Well, there are always some things to be afraid of. I like to reminisce, always being alone in a daze, and then thinking about some old friends, looking at old photos, and thinking of some things, either happy or sad. Although I know that people can't always live in the past, they can't look forward to the future... Memories, sadness, loneliness, and indifference will always be with me. I feel so painful and hateful! Along the way, the scenery changes along the way, and the friends along the way also flow around. The strange ones become familiar, and the familiar ones leave again, but are those who leave destined to be forgotten? Please remember that those who have come to your side, cried with you, laughed with you, call them friends, are lifelong friends. No matter what happened between them, they will always belong to the position of close relatives around us. It is they who taught themselves the ups and downs of growing up, learned to bear responsibility, and learned to be grateful. No matter what kind of friends stay by our side, they are enough to make us grateful. You must know that there are no good or bad friends, they just pursue different values. Sometimes when we feel like-minded, we feel close to each other; when we feel like we are out of place, we feel like we can't even talk to each other. In fact, we have no right to require people around us to follow our own path, because friends are not relatives and will obey your will unconditionally. Friends are not lovers either, and will always remember where you are. Friends are actually air, and you usually can't feel their presence, but if you don't have them, you feel at a loss. Whether they are people you like or people you hate, they were all your friends once, but the depth of their role is different. The people you like can be said to be your buddies, allies, and close friends. Thank them because these close friends will share your happiness and pain. There will be an umbrella open for you when it rains, and there will be someone who buys you an ice cream under the scorching sun. It seems like a trivial concern, but it is filled with comfortable warmth; and those who you hate People, you may feel like your bones are stuck in your throat when you think of their names, but they are the ones who taught you to tolerate and give in, strive for and mature. They are not wrong, but you just don't agree with some of their practices, but you must know that the world is like this, and nine times out of ten things will be unsatisfactory. Thank them for letting you understand the reality of the world. I like to listen to the song Friends Don't Cry, "Friends, don't cry, I am always in the deepest part of your heart; friends, don't cry, I will accompany you and you will not be lonely. It is rare to have a few true friends in the sea of ​​people. Please don't care about this love." Please remember that no matter how much you have experienced, even the lonely people always need a friend to share their happiness and sadness. A friend once, a friend for life. A friend is a bodhi tree that purifies our troubles. A friend is also a beacon for us, guiding us and helping us pave the way and build bridges. Cherish your friends, even those who make us sad, we must be grateful. After all, we grow up and mature in the pain. Look back, remember those people, wave your hand, be grateful to those people, raise your head, and bless those people, because friends are lifelong and eternal. Sometimes, some people leave without saying goodbye. Those people, those things, those roads, just those, but at that time, were already in the past. I always look at the space I once had in a daze. Those friends who promised not to separate are no longer there, turned around, and we are strangers. The familiar one is quiet, The quiet one is gone, The left one is strange, The strange one is gone, The lost one is a stranger. A promise is a burden that cannot be given. In the future, I will no longer believe it. In the future, I will not make promises easily. In the future, I will learn to be calm. People who care too much about their friends lose themselves and end up abandoning themselves on a deserted island to heal themselves. I didn't want to show too much sadness, so I kept quiet. I always look at my phone and think of some people inexplicably, but I don't want to break the silence. I just silently miss those friends who have given me encouragement and care. Although I left, I am still grateful. Although we are strangers, we still miss him. The words that once inspired you will always be remembered. I remember your warmth in the years I spent with you. Maybe it's my silence that makes us strangers, maybe it's my departure that makes us strangers, maybe it's my silence that makes us no longer in constant contact, maybe those maybes are just because of me,,, but I am a stubborn child who likes to miss the past. Your leaving will only make me more silent, will only make me want to cry, will only make me blame myself. In the days without contact, a person slowly learns to be indifferent. I have walked too many roads, met too many people, and spoken too many words. The words are still so pale and weak. Still, I put my thoughts in words. Still, I am used to sadness. Still, a person wanders among the stars at night. Very

Isn't it free? Why did you buy it after just looking at it?

Good reading, good reading, good reading, good reading.

First of all, the title of the book attracted me, and I stayed up late to read it. The story is very simple, and it reminded me of my grandmother and my mother. Although my grandmother is no longer there, for a moment, I seemed to see the figure of my grandmother in my own mother, and I felt that I was very similar to them in some ways. Yes, in fact, mine are all the same. The living are the extension of the dead, and the dead are the final destination of the living. Mother is the person who has the deepest influence on her children. The hardship and simplicity of mothers all over the world are worthy of our admiration. Also, I like this article inexplicably, it's very well written❤

After reading it silently, I was a little moved. Maybe love is speechless.

The feelings are sincere and I am deeply moved!

In fact, when I first watched it, I felt it was a bit like moaning for nothing, because every family has difficult to recite sutras. But later, there was a turning point and a breakthrough. It was Erniu's marriage. From that time on, the relationship between Erniu and grandma was no longer as tit-for-tat as before. She We were like a pair of good friends, chatting and talking, everything seemed to fall into place. When the two brothers were found to have problems, what grandma said was "marry". Only those who have experienced it will understand. Fortunately, it was not like grandpa who had nothing. After reading it, I felt a lot, such as "A sensible person will understand a sensible person." It is a feeling of sympathy, and furthermore, "The person who indulges you in your coquettishness the most is the person you should cherish and thank the most." That is most of the love that only exists in family relationships. I also lived with my grandma when I was a child, but our family didn't have that many people, and I had never experienced some of the scenes in the book. But when I saw the things caused by sleeping on the bed, it was still a bit complicated. The idea of ​​​​preferring boys over girls was really a big issue in the generation of the grandmothers. When girls were often pushed away and disliked, most adults were indifferent or stood by. In short, the writing was quite good, and it made me want to buy the physical book and keep it.

The author of this book recalls and misses his deceased grandmother from his own perspective, and narrates in fluent writing how his grandmother was stubborn in refusing to remarry, how strong she was in raising her son alone, how frugally she lived, how she sometimes missed her deceased husband over the long years, and how she could not resist temptation, her love and attachment to her children, and the sadness of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person. Sad... She has the shadow of fragments of many people. She will also affect her descendants and the people around her, and the people she affects will affect other people just like her. Just like the author said, "She can be everyone, and everyone can be her." This is a continuation of life, and the ones that continue are the slowest, and living will be meaningful.

Why are so few people reading such a beautiful book?

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