There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart. You want to love her with your own life. There is a kind of love that allows you to ask for and enjoy as much as you want without asking for anything in return... .... ...This person is called "mother", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"!
May 13th is Mother's Day, the most difficult day to forget our hearts. This festival is to praise and celebrate mothers, and to remind us to always remember: be grateful to our mothers.
We appreciate the life experience our mother has given us. Mother allows us to grow. We thank our mother for her education and guidance, which enables us to gain knowledge and strength. We appreciate this. In our There will always be difficulties and setbacks in life, and we should be grateful for the mother's care and help given to us.
Gratitude is a person’s love, conscience, kindness, sense of responsibility and loyalty and overall performance. It is hard to imagine that a pair of parents who have worked hard to raise them are not filial when they grow up. I don’t know the repayment. Teachers and classmates don’t love me. I don’t know if the respected person will be able to take any responsibility in his company or his country in the future? One who is not patriotic, does not love, who does not love others, and how to build a tomorrow dedicated to the motherland?
The little boy touching his mother's feet in the ad could be in real life, but are children also able to do that? "A drop of water is reciprocated by a spring." Sometimes we are obsessed with taking care of strangers, but then turn a blind eye to the mother's love, her nagging doubts, or getting angry because of some trivial things... However, the mother never They silently supported us, educated us, patiently enlightened us, and gave us support and encouragement.
Mother is pure jade, ivory is exquisitely carved, and the life of maternal love brews pure and fragrant watering. We should listen to our mother’s nagging with a grateful heart, face her strictness sincerely, and understand her sunny spiritual world...
Let us start from today, from Start by being filial to your mother and learn to be grateful! Let us remember the birthday of the most unique mother in the world. We washed her feet once. Now that her hard work has come back with a hammer, her mother gives her a warm hug, a warm blessing, a grateful smile, and a look. !
On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world - Happy Mother's Day! A bouquet of carnations and "Mom, thank you for your hard work" can put a smile on mother's cheeks! Let us give a little consideration and care to mothers, mothers and fill our homes with happiness and harmony, and we will usher in a real growth!
At this point, I would like to quote a poem at the end: The baby's growth and regeneration are the mother of hope, the baby's bitter tears of failure are the mother, and the baby's success is his mother's happy smile. Mother's smile, students, tomorrow's harvest, let you and I worry about the desire not to say!
Mom my strength, through your head
Free the prisoners yourself secluded my mother oh
I look at your smiling hands
I paint pictures deliberately
Mother, I stand up to speak and wash the night through you yourself
Mother, my soul is across the swallow
< p>Your anti-seepage nestTearful smile, your gentle eyes, the whole world
A burst of pain made his mother, we saw his mother crying Xiaoyan, At first glance, it is our life, and it is also his eyes that have been watching us until they can no longer hold the eyelids open.
Our first babbling words called "Mom", loving mother, our words; the teenager inadvertently spoiled us with a kiss, and when we grow up, our occasional greetings will Add a few wrinkles to the corners of his mother's smile.
Mothers are easily satisfied, give and receive at least.
I love my mother, we should all love our mothers.
My mother is a very stubborn woman and a child. I admire my mother very much. I don’t understand the cruelty of time until I slowly grind my mother’s salary into her. The ravine on the face reads slowly.
Very young, as a girl, I am not pretty, very versatile. After getting a little older, my mother began to braid my hair
and gave me a beautiful princess dress to wear. Boxed up, my mother always liked ticking me to let me see myself in the mirror, but I always looked at the face in the mirror, the proud mother standing behind me. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Later, I grew from a wild child to a little princess. There are too many people who pamper me, so there is some humble mother's love. I only remember that if I was late for school at noon, I would see my anxious mother in the evening on the way home. When I fell in love with her arms, her eyes immediately filled with tenderness. It is the tenderness in my mother's eyes that taught me to take every exam seriously, and I won every award that I would not give to my mother. The tenderness in my mother's eyes made me secretly say to myself in my heart, "Mom, I am a A beautiful and gentle woman! "
Later, I became a princess from a little princess. I was able to comb my own beautiful braids and began to feel that the clothes my mother bought me looked good.
But I was still lying in the warm sunshine on her mother's lap. The mother heard the familiar smell and came to see his mother playing with my hair. When the serious one listened to the mother's words, some soft heads were pressed against his mother's. On my legs, I feel an indescribable sense of security. Then, I felt that my mother was really a great woman!
Later, I was no longer a princess. When I grew up and boys began to pursue me, I would be shy and the boy would look at me and write to his mother. My mother still smiled at me softly. She gently stroked my head and told me, "You There is only empty promise at this age.
“I stared at my mother’s eyes full of hope and didn’t quite understand what it meant. But I saw that his mother's smooth forehead and delicate eyes actually had a few wrinkles. I'm not here to show off his mother's good skin. Because I know that the mother's heart is down and she is proud of her smile. She is just a mortal mother. She is so beautiful.
Later, I could no longer see my mother waiting at the entrance of the yard every day after school, instead of hearing my mother cry "Are you hungry?" every day when I was hungry. My mother would turn off the lights when she was acting coquettishly before going to bed every day, put my hand around my mother's neck and say, "GOODNIGHT!" Because I had been boarding, my mother came to visit me three times in the first week. Each time my clothes will be replaced. My mother is a neat and tidy woman, she doesn't like to use the washing machine to wash clothes, and every time, she will tell me to play with the next bubble. I shared the hard iron bed with my roommates and the meals carefully prepared by my mother. I sat in the dormitory, and my roommates were all chirping in envy.
When my mother told me to leave tomorrow, I would take the changed clothes home. Unfortunately, I discovered an inner disc of hair, which in the past was never there, and you know my mother is a good diligent mother. I pretended to be in front of my mother and pulled her hair angrily, and God knows how much I regretted it, because at that moment, I looked at my mother's face and lost all the red and muttered to myself "What a careless, relatively big heart..." ...." I quickly smiled and said, "It's my friend. How about you?" The mother breathed a sigh of relief. I hurriedly buried my head in eating, I couldn't let my mother's eyes turn red
, because I saw some cloudy mother's eyes when she was very distressed. If you saw my mother's eyes, it would be very distressing when they were red. Tomorrow, I will be with my mother, looking at her clothes, and my mother's smile is reflected in the well of the century-old home - refreshing and tranquil. I continued to play with my bubble. Playing and playing, I suddenly found that her mother's forehead was covered with thin sweat, and her mother's back began to slowly bend, and the movements of her hands became more and more out of control, but she still smiled and spoke softly. Neighborhood thing, that time, I never wanted to take home clothes to change. Every time when I faced my mother’s scolding
, I would always jokingly say, “When I grow up!” But I didn’t say the last sentence, which was “your old age”
p>Later, sitting here, I almost went to college, and my physical mother had to take me home every day. I get better food than other students, sleep safer, and live a more carefree life. People who see me think that I am a junior student. I don't disturb my childishness because I understand that I The little gray hair and eye wrinkles, spots, and even looming anticipation of new life can be simply pure mother
. Although my mother's vision is very different from mine, I still act like a spoiled child, so my mother helps me buy clothes and shoes... because I like to see the smile of my mother with a small achievement. Once my mother said: "Mom likes you to be neat!"...
My mother taught me the childhood rituals of good hospitality, sitting, standing, and even chopstick... postures, I My classmates thought it was feudal and could praise me. Whenever someone is a decent and gentle mother, I understand the good intentions. His mother hopes that her daughter will always be the best in the future.
My mother is really old!
Legs and teeth are old, when she can no longer eat food without showing her teeth, she likes to teach me to chew gently, her ears are old, she is afraid that others will not hear her, so I no longer like to teach like Whisper; are getting old because she is angry with me, some splayed feet are getting more and more obvious, like walking, can no longer teach me to be gentle...I can't blame her, I will spend more time on massage, For her, although her bones hurt my hand, when you see all the foreign affairs and mother's body, the smile of satisfaction disappears instantly.
Always on both sides of the mirror in my mind. On one side looking in the mirror the proud mother in a beautiful princess dress standing behind me giving her daughter a good braided corner, on the other side is my mother standing in front of the mirror looking Happy faced this which was still above her and playfully poked her daughter.
Mom, my moonlight goes out through you
Time passes through the ups and downs of the sea
Mother, I look at your face and smile
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Tell yourself the eternal belief
...
I love my mother
I will always love my mother.
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< p>I carry a half-inch old black and white photo in my wallet. The photo shows a young girl standing among flowers. She wore a pair of ordinary sandals, lifted a floral skirt, and wore a light-colored shirt. There are also glasses with a round lens. Two braids flowed down to the back porch. There was a bright and satisfied smile on her face, she looked so beautiful, so pure and moving. A picture of a person, that is my mother.This is a photo of her and her father before they got married. The first time I saw this photo, I, Xiaozhi, said: "This man is so beautiful, don't you know who he is?" Dad smiled and said: "This is your mother." I was thirteen years old at the time. Not entirely reasonable. I took the photo of my mother in front and compared it, and found that everything about my mother had really changed. But I wasn't surprised because I knew my mother was sick. A patient with a long-term struggle with a strong disease.
What I want to say is that I was a child and came from a poor family, but when I say it, not many people seem to believe it. Because, most people say this was us a few generations ago, or a family in a rural mountainous area. However, this is an indisputable fact. Of course, we still didn't have enough to eat and the two sisters didn't want to dress warmly. However, there is no extra money. If a piece of clothing is worn until it breaks, it can only be replaced. It can no longer be used. Buy a new one in a bag. From elementary school to junior high school, I only used 3 pencil cases, and then Dad, we Very happy to say that as a child he went to school without even a pencil case.
However, in this home, my mother also did the same for our happy childhood. She never let us in her occasional criticism especially when we didn't listen. But no one has been wronged against us. She cursed, but the reason for the curse left us with nothing to say and no objection. Mom never beat us because of academic performance. Of course, we also study very seriously. When her spirits are a little better, she will do handicrafts to support the family, or knit for us.
To pay for the first home purchase, I can only rely on my father’s salary. My sister and I are still young. The mother would work hard to make a manual to help the family with wages. I remember in third grade my dad made some plastic ducks around the neighborhood. There are 20 ducks in a pack, and the salary is 50 cents per pack. Each duck already has some tedious steps: two wings to install, two duck feet to install, a duck mouth to install, a mouth to mouth, a whistle, and an air ball to install the whistle in advance. Before putting things in the balloon, a pump should be used to cheer it up. If it is broken, throw it away. Then both bodies come together and are considered complete. Do this, repeat for 20, and then put the duck with 20 of the movies in his pocket, and the book in the pocket is nailed with 3 steel nails. That's a payroll of five. But his mother had done her best. What a help, if you can just be at home, she's struggling to get through it. In his spare time, my father comes to help. We do this work, and we do it together. I like the whole family to gather around a pile of plastic and do it together. Now that I think about it, it’s quite enjoyable. But I didn’t think so at the time.
My mother organized my childhood in sweaters to protect me from the cold winter. She would be a little better every day, buying time when knitting a sweater. Dad’s white long-sleeved sweater, my sister’s vest, blue and white long-sleeved sweater. Child, I was very cold in the winter, my body was from the inside out, a few sweaters, there were no hands from his mother inside. I remember once, I saw my mother knitting, and I found that the hair was great, but not like knitting for my dad. I couldn't help but ask: "Is this the person who organized it?" He said that his mother was knitting for me. I was very surprised: "Can I wear such a big dress?" My mother said softly: "If it is empty now, I will be able to wear it in the future." After a while, she sighed and said, "I can only wear it now." Do this in the near future when I am gone, you have to know the cold knowledge to warm, not to freeze. "When I was young, I only heard a little hint of color, but I didn't mind. Unexpectedly, this sweater knitted by my mother actually became her last creation. This is my only warm brand sweater. My mother’s warmth has lasted to this moment, and I am wearing this sweater now. I stroked it, and thousands of feelings surged in my heart...
My mother can only study in the third grade of elementary school. Speaking of the extent of these three years, there is one reason. My grandparents were from a poor family at that time, so girls had no chance to study. Grandpa and grandma are busy outside all day long, but they also feed and clothe themselves alone. My mother grew up and took on the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother. When we arrived at school, my uncle, a very timid child, his mother sent him to school, and as soon as he came home, he cried and asked her to go. Later, in order for their uncle to come to school, the school decided to let the two of them go to school together, and the two of them only received one person's tuition. Then, the mother will have the opportunity to go to school. My mother cherished this opportunity to learn. But later on, my uncle was willing to go to school, and the school agreed to let the two of them work half-pay. Therefore, my mother finally understood a few words.
I remember in kindergarten, my father always kind of bought a copy of the Saturday Weekly. Came with her mother to see Yue Yue after dinner. My sister and I didn't understand. We only made guesses after seeing his photos, but in our hearts, we began to slowly develop the desire to become literate. This is the influence our parents have on us.
My mother also liked to read the "Book of Mountains and Seas" that my father bought, which has many folklore. Gossip, the spirit of being a mother, better tell me and my sister to listen. We have been listening attentively, sometimes rushing to grab magazines to read, but often holding the watch in our hands: white is paper, black paper, it does not recognize me, I do not know this. My mother would smile and say, "When you go to school, you must study hard and you will be able to read these words in the future."
Seeing my mother's figure while holding a book, in addition to newspapers and magazines, my mother loves Reading, the memory is so profound. My mother told me a lot of stories about the Three Kingdoms, including straw boats borrowing arrows, interlocking with each other, the empty city strategy, the Battle of Chibi, etc. She only has three years of primary school education, but they can read a lot of books. Once, I asked my mother, "Can you read so many words?" My mother said, "Some people know, some don't understand." "What should I do if I don't understand?" My mother said, "I don't understand, please ask Mr. Mute. "Well, I'm very strange, "Mute teacher? Who is the dumb teacher?" The mother raised her hand in the dictionary, "The dumb teacher is her dictionary. I don't understand. I will ask her and she will tell me. The answer. "Oh!" From that time, I knew that the dictionary was a dumb teacher, and the teacher could not speak. Later it was discovered that when my mother was reading, he always stood beside her as a really dumb teacher. She also often humbly asks teachers for their "opinions."
My mother's figure is such a serious study, which influenced me, so I have always liked reading and writing. Miss mother at the same time, I am very grateful to my mother. For mother's love, words of gratitude are too light. Mother's love is like a lamp, illuminating the journey of my life. Mother's love water, moist heart, my life.
The family photo album is the only one. I remember it was during the Chinese New Year, when a person was happy and dressed up to take this photo on a special street. At that time, I was 6 years old and my sister was 8 years old. Photo, father and mother sitting with my sister standing on either side. The mother wore a light blue dress and the father wore a light yellow suit. And my sister and I were wearing tan clothes that were hand-sewn by my mother. Zip jackets, or the trend at the time. Mother's pain, special clothing care friends, do not know where to get these two long-distance zippers, it takes a long time to do stop, time for New Year's Eve to do it. My sister at that time, I can't say how happy she was. I don't know how to take his pride.
In the photo, my mother always regretted not combing her hair. There was a "door" on her forehead. A few years later, she joked that it was the door to hell. Father didn't like hearing her say that. Her jokes sounded uncomfortable to us. My mother had always wanted the opportunity to take photos. However, this is not always possible. The reality is always so cruel. Just 9 years later, according to this photo, my mother finally became seriously ill.
She has not gone to the hospital for examination, and the doctor has been at home for more than a month. During this period, my mother endured the pain. She knew that she would die soon, so she always warned me earnestly: "My child, a person's view of things with a little peace cannot be too extreme." "My child, said: Think before you speak out, so that you will not offend. "My child, you have to know that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world."...I know that what she is most worried about is that I have a very strong self-esteem, and I still like to be pushy. There is a meek, obedient sister who dares not speak. Many years later, when I encountered many difficulties in interpersonal relationships, after my mother recalled these words, I suddenly realized how far-sighted my mother was and how I had already foreseen my habits. At that moment, I burst into tears. My mother was gone, but I still love her to this day. Doctor
I clearly remember that in the afternoon, when I came out of the room, my father shook his head and said, "It's useless. It seems that he will not let go tonight and inform relatives and friends who can Come on the right side!" A sister immediately started crying. Dad frowned and didn't unfold it for several months. That day, many relatives came to the house, but they were always silent. My mother could not speak at the time, and her eyes moved slightly to look at us. I still can't forget my mother's eyes at that time. I don’t know a lot, but now that I think about it, it contains so much sadness, nostalgia, helplessness, regret, care, and expectations... My mother went there at around one in the afternoon. The frosty night was cool, the "boss" repeatedly asked us not to cry in front of her, and I spent all night. There is no phone at home. At dawn, I have to ride a bicycle to messenger aunt, which in turn is lower than my aunt's house. I was in the mood for the same road, the same lack of direction with the same messy feet, and I didn't know where my place was to go. I remember that more than ten days later, in the school midterm exam, I failed on average in seven subjects! The lowest actual test is 18 points. This brought up the score, and I was walking on the way home in a daze. I saw a mother and daughter walking on the road and laughing. I could see that God couldn't understand why they didn't have this opportunity since they were young. I couldn't think of it. I understand why my mother left me so early, and I don’t understand why God treats me. I don't understand, it's too much.
I lost my mother, my mother, buried deep in my deepest heart.
Words about how mothers, sons and daughters make the world admire; maternal love is like a haven of peace that nurtures and strengthens us. Maternal love is pure, maternal love is selfless, maternal love is great, maternal love only knows how to give returns without begging.
Mother's love is like the spring breeze, blowing your mind; mother's love like drizzle, gently patting your face, nourishing your heart; mother's love is like a winter stove, giving you a warm winter, and creating sunshine for the human heart. The sons and daughters of the earth, looking at Gray and their mother, are they extremely miserable? Mother's love, I am really simple, tough, and sometimes a little poetic. Suddenly, my thoughts returned to his childhood. I saw a busy figure, that was my mother, working hard, I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting warm clothes, I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother's learning, progress and happiness. Thinking back carefully, in my life, has the figure of my mother been missing for a day? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me, and whenever I feel like a defenseless bird, my mother opens her arms wide and gives me an atmosphere of warmth and love. Once our school got the shot, I fainted. It was noon when my mother heard it and said nothing. She hurried to school without even having lunch, carried me to the doctor on her back, and then left with my mother in the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother was very sad, I don't know why, I felt a little sad. Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. Home page, I didn’t eat, my mouth was watering. Mother cut the melon and gave me a small pumpkin, one of sweet flesh. She eats pumpkin seeds and pulp which are sweeter. But maternal love is sometimes harsh. I have always had bad habits of being careless. Once I accidentally lost my clothes after physical education at school. After returning home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very distressed. She doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can she get rid of the careless problem that prompted me. Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. The love of children with their mothers is poured out from the flowers, and the children grow up without every drop of their mother's love. Mother, he protects the children, and the children provide silent guidance behind the children. Can we repay our mother's love for us? Just as "Wandering Zi Yin" said: "Whoever sings the song of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays."
A snow-white iron door in front of me closed all the scenery in the garden. I knocked on the door, and it emitted A dull voice. Soon, a shambling old man opened the piercing diaphragm. He was the first person I came to see. His deep-set eyes made him look like a skeleton with hair. I I felt my bones shaking.
A deep and hoarse voice sounded, "Who are you looking for?" "
"Nurse Zhang" withdrew her sizing gaze and spoke without emotion.
He turned around and got out of the way, and a beautiful nurse stood by the tree with dull eyes. .
"Looking for me? ”
“Hello, I am Xiao Xiaoyu. "
"Follow me" was low and spiritless.
I walked slowly with her, thinking about the other side of the white iron door, looking at this gloomy place despite the sunshine. I know you are waiting for me, I will like this world of contentment very much.
There are towering trees on both sides of the stone road, and they seem to tell people who come here that this is the world. All living things have strong vitality. Occasionally, white figures floated by in the woods. They were running and jumping around, and sometimes noisy sounds penetrated my innocent ears, stimulating my brain and causing it to burst with nervousness and pain.
"Crazy person" I cursed
"No normal person would come here. "It was still the unpopular whisper.
I turned my attention to the woman in a nurse's uniform. Her black hair was neatly put into a nurse's hat. She was dressed in white and her face was shielded from the sun. She was pale, and the black eye circles became more and more obvious against her fair face. If I couldn't hear her steady breathing, I would think she was really an "angel in white." ”
“Arrived. ”
An ancient tower-like building sat dimly in front of me. It was very high. I was sure that it was so high that I had to painfully turn my neck to a 90-degree angle with my body. The lush and green building The trees surrounding it make it look like a withered old pine, which has been sucked away by the new life of sunshine and moisture. In the end, it has to give up life. However, it has become a spiritual comfort and a home for everyone who needs it. The person stood upright and started another world for himself...
Pushing open the khaki door, a smell of Lysol came to the face, mixed with nauseating... Moisture and musty smell along with that beautiful "angel in white." "Start visiting the entire hospital.
"This is the first floor. All the patients here have amnesia or cannot sleep due to huge nerve damage. Usually there are not many nurses here, only the ones they need. Having someone with them gives them the courage to wake up or remember the past. Here doctors and nurses are just a blank list of medicines, which can only keep them alive, and we can't do anything else. ”
Seeing the pale faces through the glass windows, I began to like this place. It can give people a space to escape. As long as they don’t want to wake up, they will never have to face what they don’t want to see. Reality, look at the world quietly, don't be afraid of being deceived, don't be afraid of being hurt.
The air on the second floor is obviously much heavier than that on the first floor. There are many old people walking around, their eyes are gray. There was no light, some were sitting quietly in a deserted corner, and some were staring blankly ahead.
“Their lives are gradually coming to an end because neurodegeneration is caused by organic brain disease. Decline in intelligence and other mental processes. This is what people often call Alzheimer's disease.
You know that this disease will always cause a lot of trouble to normal people. In order to live a normal life, their families abandoned them here and worked hard for their children all their lives, but no one was willing to send them away for the last part of their journey. "There was a bit of sarcasm in the words, and I heard it very clearly.
"Maybe their children know very well what it means to be punished by heaven and earth if they don't serve themselves. Isn't it? "I answered blankly. Isn't the world like this? Otherwise, why would we be here?
She was silent.
We went up the stairs and continued walking.
< p>The windows on the third and fourth floors have many railings, and a few wooden boards are lightly covering them. Through the wide gaps, you can see the green leaves on the branches. A crazy man walked past me holding a balloon in his hand. The balloon looked like it. It looked like it had a leak, but the man was still holding it happily. Maybe it once meant a lot to him, but no one knows now. There was a ghostly-looking woman walking beside him quietly. They walked around and muttered something. They looked a lot like the crazy people with mental problems on TV.“They are all mentally disturbed due to mental stress and psychological contradictions. In their opinion, the world is very scary, so they choose this way of life. Although they are crazy, they are very happy. This kind of happiness is something that society cannot give them. ”
There was a boy next to us who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old. He was sitting quietly in the corner with his hands on his knees. He looked very nervous when he saw us approaching, which made his young face look very nervous. He became distorted. His eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was saying. She gently stroked the boy's head with her hand, "The heavy psychological pressure made his future end like this. What increased the pressure was just a quilt." A blank piece of paper with three words for transcript. ”
When I looked at the child, I just felt that he was very good, because he did not choose death and could escape the pressure.
We just walked along the stairs step by step. As she spoke, she talked about the people I was interested in in a deathly tone. I found that the number of rooms here was decreasing as the floors increased, and the patients gradually became more serious. In the corridor of an unknown number of floors, I heard a voice. It was very quiet here, with only two doors around. The lush leaves outside the window blocked the only beam of sunlight that came through the gap. I looked behind the door curiously, and there was no life in it. But a childish face appeared in front of me, her hair was draped over her shoulders, and there was a scar on her face that extended to the back of her neck. Her eyes were deeply gray.
I looked at her. Her medical record: Yisha, twelve years old. Cause of onset: acute and intense mental trauma.
“Her parents divorced, her mother left, and her father remarried. They died a year ago, and she was the one who sent them away. ”
A picture began to flash before my eyes, bloody rattan, a ferocious face, deep insult, resistance, and finally a white sheet covered with blood stains.
p>"It doesn't matter, no one will bully you here anymore. "The last comfort, and then we turned around and left.
We walked upstairs. There are no stairs here, it should be the highest point. The nurse opened the only door for me, and I looked at the medical record Card: Xiao Xiaoyu...
"Why are you here? You look normal."
"Only in a madhouse do people think and say anything. One day the man who guards the madman will become a madman himself. "The last sober reminder to Nurse Zhang.
Finale
My room surprisingly has a window, and there are no lush branches. The burning fire clouds in the distance are thorns. It hurts my eyes and burns out my fantasy. The memory is disappearing little by little. No one knows where it has gone. Reality is not necessarily a good way of life. After all, living in a fantasy is still satisfying. Happiness. I am quietly waiting for the darkness to swallow me. I would rather be accustomed to this darkness than to see the cruel world. I will indulge myself in this castle that belongs to me.
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