Not Convinced [School Life]

After reading Ye Jiubai's comments, I wish her better and better. My parents don't miss her. My mother, it's funny to say, she is a madman, that is to say, she is mentally abnormal. She can scream, break the glass, and hit people, just like a madman. Same, but she knows in her heart that I am her daughter and will not hit me. My father is normal, but there is a gap between me and him that I know. This gap is like paper. He doesn't know. I know, but I don't want to break it. I'm afraid that I will break it. After it is broken, I will be like my mother, unable to help shouting, like a madman. I can't imagine what I will become, so this paper cannot be broken. Everyone and I will have a piece of paper like this. I will tell my grandma, grandpa, uncle, and my good friends. , All my classmates, maybe I will confess to them when I grow up. When I was very young, I thought about jumping off a building, scratching my wrist with a knife, and whether I would die if I jumped into the river. I confess to them that I don't really want to communicate with them. I am just pretending now. I have bad legs, inherited from my father, but my father is fine, but I have had many surgeries and received many strange looks. I will be afraid, but I will not show it, and I don't know what I think. In fact, there are probably very few people like me in the world, so it should be that I am not I want them to sympathize with me. I don't need this. Now I won't have thoughts of self-harm. Maybe it's because I read novels and know many different stories. Maybe it's also because I want to live slowly and be an idle person that I didn't want to do in ancient times. Today is the first day of the new year. Happy New Year.

It's good to watch. The ending is not very good. The extras are very good.

Now I am in my second year of high school. After reading Da Da's article, I was really moved and inspired by Jiang Ri's determination and Xu Ji's efforts for the people he loves. I hope that I can be like them, determined and hardworking, able to stay on track despite various uncontrollable factors, and follow my inner true thoughts without losing myself.

In this article, I always think of Rong, He, and Sun. To be honest, I don't like them, and I even hate them a little. But as a protagonist, I don't hate them, and I won't scold them after they do those actions, because they are quite pitiful, oh, no, pathetic. Especially Rong, I always feel that I see some shadows of my mother in her, but they are not very similar. Maybe they are both disappointed with their husbands. In fact, my father is a good husband and father. Although he can be impulsive sometimes and occasionally leave my mother and one child (me when I was a child, and my brother two years ago) to play basketball, billiards, and drink with friends, he has never done anything else to hurt my mother, but my mother just likes to think too much. My mother likes to think too much. She always feels that my father is not good to her because she always remembers my father running out to play when she was in pain. At that time, the whole family was under great pressure. My father might be too stressed when he went out to relax, but my mother would make crazy phone calls. My father would also throw the phone aside and continue. Play, my mother yelled at the screen heart-brokenly, she hung up the phone, hugged me and cried to me, telling me how my dad left me to play basketball when I was a child. She was sick at the time and couldn't take me with her. She said my diapers were changed by others, and then she hugged me and cried. Others can run away and cry, but I am always the only one who is at a loss in the world. Now my mother rarely does this. I always feel that they are showing affection and they never quarrel like when I was a child. Probably because I am growing up and they are getting older, but I feel that her temper is getting worse and worse. In the first and second grades of junior high school, she always got angry with me, so I would talk back, and then I would run back to the room, cover myself with the quilt, and cover my ears under her verbal bombardment. But by the second grade of junior high school, my dad and I had quarrels and it was common for me to be beaten black and blue, mainly because of my studies. I always felt that I was too patient with my mother, so I couldn't talk to my dad. I even said dirty words to him in front of my dad a few times. Every time he beat me, I would ask why I was born. I felt that I made them so unhappy, why did they give birth to me. Finally, when she had enough, my mother came to play the emotional card with me again, telling me about the things my father had done for his daughter, saying that he also had difficulties, and then I forgave my father with my eyes open in the dark. This happened many times. One week before the final exam, my dad and I argued three times and got beaten three times. The last time was on the weekend. The moment my dad swung the stick down, I blocked it with my hand, so the small area on the back of my hand that was hit was filled with blood and was not broken. Then my dad got excited and hit me a few more times with his hand block. My hands and feet started to feel numb, and then my hands twitched and I couldn't move. I rubbed my hands tremblingly while looking at my dad and my mom. When my mom saw me twitching, she suddenly knelt down and said something, could you please stop making my dad angry and let me study hard in the future? I didn't want to study, so when I graduated from junior high school, I was taken to work outside. I kept rubbing my hands, and my mother suddenly took out a hammer from the kitchen and asked me to beat her to death. At that moment, I panicked. I was about to open the balcony door and throw the hammer from the balcony into the pool, but I was stopped. She said, if I dare to throw it She jumped off the balcony, and then she pulled me out and said that we, mother and daughter, should die together. My father, who had been silent all this time, finally said to stop making trouble. My mother still held my hand and wouldn't let go, saying that I gave birth to my daughter and there was no place for her here so she would take me to die with her. Anyway, I often said that I didn't want to live and complained that she gave birth to me. After that, we went back to the living room. I rubbed my still shaking hands and looked at the ceiling. The tears on my smiling face were still flowing. They brought the topic back to my study. I was really tired. I said I wanted to sleep, but they wouldn't let me. Finally, they gave in. Later, I briefly talked about this matter with a classmate who was probably my best friend. She said that if it were her, she would have run away from home. She also asked me if I wasn't angry. I smiled and told her that they gave birth to me and raised me, so I shouldn't make trouble with them, and they wouldn't coax me to eat, so there was no need to hurt myself. Now, I am in the third grade of junior high school, and my dad has never hit me. Although my mom is getting more and more angry with me, I just listen to her scolding me every time. When she has scolded enough, I go back to the room. I have learned to go in one ear and out the other, and I no longer cover my ears. But I feel that I just don't want to get along with them at all. I don't leave the room at home, and I am too lazy to go out with them when they go out. I will suddenly become bored when I read novels at home alone. It must be a bit lonely. I don't know what kind of emotion or thought it is. , But they were at home, and I felt that they were preventing me from reading novels. My mother suddenly mentioned marriage during dinner a few days ago. I said that I never want to get married in my life. She said that she has suffered enough from the pain of marriage. If I don't want to get married in the future, then I won't get married. If I don't want the child, I won't have it, because she has also suffered enough from the suffering of raising a child. I know that she will always remember those things. I always feel that this world is really strange. Can habits and emotions be inherited? . Because I often overthink and hold grudges, I feel that I am more and more concerned about whether I am appropriate and decent when talking to others. I always feel that I am becoming more and more like my mother. I am very afraid, but there are many differences. I don't like to socialize, I used to be, and I am still the same now. Sometimes I can't think of the meaning of living, and I can't think of the reasons to live. However, I live for the sake of novels and to be able to give my parents a happy ending in the future. After all, if I go ahead of them, they will be sad too. Parents all over the world love their children, although their methods may not be correct. By the way, let me say one more thing, women are really fragile, both inside and outside the book. I really don't understand what women are thinking, h, no, I am a woman too.

The author is great. This extra chapter is really well written. I love you so much. When I saw the open ending and saw how they missed it and the sudden end of their final encounter, my heart couldn't calm down for a long time. I felt sorry for this relationship and also felt happy for their unexpected reunion. This book really made me empathize a lot. In the end, it was true. A tear fell involuntarily. I saw how beautiful they were in the extra chapter. Finally, it was described from Gu Jin's perspective... Big! ! ! ! ! I also want to read your sweet campus articles! ! ! ! ! ???

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