Seeking Marriage @Qimiaoagibk2

Thank you Miss Wanlan for the reward. My dears, just hit me with your ticket, I'm not afraid of pain. Hurry up and hurry up. I like to see you using your little whip to urge me to work. Expression

When I was in junior high school, I was the Chinese class representative in my class. In order to get my classmates to cooperate, I always liked to use "teacher said", "teacher said this... Teacher said that...", But in fact the teacher didn't say a word. The Chinese teacher never exposed me. Occasionally, he would even smile and join in a few sentences, letting me pretend to be powerful. When I was young, I only saw the cunning of the fox, and I was proud of my own cleverness. But now that I am getting older, I finally understand—— The most rare thing in this world is never the cleverness of the fox, but the generosity of the tiger. There are people who clearly know the truth, but never expose it, never ridicule it, never suppress it. They just stand there quietly, letting you take advantage of the situation, let you jump around, and silently protect your childish and serious self-esteem. It turns out that to be truly powerful, you don't need to show your claws all the time. It turns out that true gentleness sees through all your little thoughts, but still stands firmly behind you, willing to protect you. May we all have a tiger standing firmly behind us, allowing us to pretend to be a tiger.

I have a friend whose parents-in-law live in the countryside more than two hundred miles away. Every month, the couple takes their children back to their hometown. Every time she went back, her mother-in-law would cook three steaming bowls of long fish noodles for their family of three. The long fish was caught by my father-in-law from his pond before dawn. After catching it, it is slaughtered, cleaned, deboned, cut into sections, then simmered in soup, and finally cooked. A set of procedures will take at least two hours. It's been like this every time for more than ten years. Once, she asked her husband to tell her mother-in-law that she didn't have to go to such trouble every time. A bowl of tomato and egg noodles was also delicious. But the husband smiled and shook his head: "You don't understand. Giving and receiving are both love." He explained: "Do you think that giving is the only way to be filial? In fact, it is also filial to accept their wishes happily and make them feel that there is something else they can do for their children." A bowl of long fish noodles is everything my parents-in-law love. If she doesn't accept it, her love will be in vain; if she accepts it, her love will have a home. Sometimes, readily accepting the kindness of others is also a kind of gentle fulfillment. That seemingly ordinary bowl of long fish noodles is filled not only with the old man's craftsmanship, but also with their heavy love. And their acceptance is the best response and inheritance of this love.

I have a love-minded friend who falls in love with a boy and is totally determined to marry him. She chased the boy for a whole year and finally got what she wanted. But during a summer vacation, the two parted ways. It turned out that the boy was having an affair with other girls during the summer vacation because of his good friend's favor. After the friend learned the truth, he quickly left. The boy asked her, "You said you wouldn't marry anyone but me." The friend admitted, "But it's not that you won't marry me unless you marry me. I will naturally take back my promise to marry you unless you marry me." "I will marry you only if you have no choice but to marry me" is never a unilateral oath. It requires "you will marry me no one else" as a response and support. Love is never a desperate effort by one person, but a two-way rush between two people. When one side withdraws first, the persistence of the other side loses its meaning. Knowing how to stop losses in time is the greatest protection for yourself.

My hometown is a major college entrance examination province in the north. For me, the third year of high school means endless test papers, endless rankings, and days and nights filled with tension. But during that time of war and chaos, my best friend and I carved a small window for ourselves. Starting from the first semester of the third year of high school, every day during the second period of evening self-study, we would pass a small note to each other. Sometimes it's impromptu limericks with bad rhymes; sometimes it's random graffiti, with a round-faced little man dozing off on a book. The note was sandwiched in the tutorial book and passed through the narrow corridor, like completing a small ceremony. This small piece of paper became a breather in high-pressure days and accompanied us all the way to graduation. At that time, I thought this was a secret we had stolen from the whole world. After the college entrance examination, the head teacher smiled and mentioned this matter. I was surprised and asked her why she didn't expose us. She laughed and said, "What kind of reputation can be spread among girls? Besides, you only have ten minutes, so you won't waste anything. People, you can't keep tense." Even today, there are still some parents of senior high school students who cannot resonate with the class teacher's educational philosophy. But I, inexplicably, liked it very much and remembered this sentence for many years. After that, I stumbled into college, graduated, found a job, and started a family. Whenever I was overwhelmed by the torrent of life, I would always think of that note and that piece of comfort. So learn to give yourself a holiday. It might be watching a movie, going to the park, or even just sitting in a chair for a while. Just like that, loose and soft, spread out in the sun. Those brief pauses are like breathing itself - there is exhalation and there is also inhalation. It is not about escaping, but about taking a longer road and going to a farther place. Just like the ten minutes in our senior year of high school, we put down our pens, passed a small piece of paper, smiled knowingly at each other, then lowered our heads again and continued to solve the unfinished problem.

At the beginning of the year, I visited the Grand Canal Museum and there was an exhibition hall displaying many ancient ship models. I was walking and saw a painting boat standing quietly among it. As soon as my heart moved, the image of a woman playing the piano in the boat appeared in my mind - and thus, this story that began with the ancient canal and the smoke and water of the ancient city began. "Qing" means not turbid; "ci" means able to speak. Naming the heroine Qingci is a wish: I hope she will be as clear as a spring and remain elegant in a troubled world; I hope her writing will bloom, her words will be perfect, and she will write something extraordinary in the ordinary. This story is purely ancient, with no rebirth, no time travel, and no golden fingers. It only describes the true love and step-by-step growth of the world.

I have always liked optimistic girls, the kind of girls with light in their eyes, so when I was writing my Qing Ci, I insisted on engraving optimism in her bones even if she had to go through ups and downs and hardships. My impression is that I saw a gentle graffiti on an exterior wall somewhere in Chongqing: Be your own little sun, shine by yourself, be hot by yourself. I fell in love with this sentence at first sight. Among all living beings, who has never fallen into the dust can have a smooth life. Be your own little sun, warm yourself and illuminate your own mountains and seas! Even if you are in the mud, your heart still yearns for the wilderness. There is no need to wait for someone to illuminate, no need to hope for someone to applaud, you yourself are your most stable source of light. Optimism is the tenderness this little story wants to convey. May we all be our own little suns. There is light in my heart and a path under my feet, Even if it's just a faint star, It is also enough to illuminate the mountains and seas that belong to you.

When writing this short story, I remembered the story I told in the previous book "The Author Has Something to Say". It is still the same story, but I have new insights today. My college classmate, a kind-hearted girl, got a boyfriend from a very poor family in her sophomore year. In the next three years, she has been using her own delicate way to give him warmth while carefully guarding his self-esteem. She bought two versions of the vocabulary books for Level 4 and Level 6 and the real exam questions, and then "disgusted" that she didn't need so much, so she forced it on him; In the cafeteria, she would always get a few more meat dishes, and then she would shout, "I can't finish them all," and push the dinner plate over, asking him to help with the "leftovers"; She even once took pains to arrange a bet between me and her boyfriend, and I "happened" to lose fifty dollars. In my opinion, the most touching kind of kindness is never a blatant rush or vigorous giving, but one that understands empathy, protects the self-esteem of others, and hides kindness in those quiet words. It is not noisy, but it is powerful; it is not deliberate, but it is the longest-lasting. This girl's hidden kindness towards her boyfriend is just like the male protagonist's quiet protection for the female protagonist in this book. Like the spring rain, it falls silently on the soil, but it can make a heart bloom. I have always been in contact with that girl, and she and he have already lived an enviable happy life. The male and female protagonists in this book will definitely have a happy ending. Because all sincere kindness is worthy of God's gentlest response. In fact, some stories are never a one-time encounter. It will slowly settle over time, reflecting different light at different ages. Just like the tenderness hidden in the dark - what I saw when I was young was full of joy and sweetness; looking back now, what I see is transparency, affection, and the softest consideration for the subtleties of human nature. May we be illuminated by such kindness throughout our lives, and may we become people who quietly give warmth to others.