Sad Life Diary 1

When one person has insomnia, the whole world suffers from insomnia

I am still standing in a perspective that you can never see. >

I am not kidding you, I am serious.

You don’t have to pretend to be surprised anymore, I know you’ve always known it.

No is just a word, agree or not.

Haha, you big idiot, do you have to have others rub salt into your wounds to make you happy?

Look at what you look like. You keep telling others to be a proud woman, but where is your self-esteem?

Stand where you can’t see me. Waiting for your uncertain future.

The future is not yet here, and I suddenly realized what a stupid thing I had done.

I am a woman who cannot fall in love. This is doomed.

It would be great if you could still pretend it never happened.

You should change your temper.

You think I am exaggerating. >

I have always loved Eason Chan, for no reason.

Tears flowed down inexplicably as I listened. We all love Eason Chan so much.

I don’t want to tell you, but I saw that note.

Like you said, if you show it to me, I will lose sleep at night and I will never talk to you again.

How could you do this? It’s funny, right? I’m a sinner.

I am not as good as you think. I am very rich. You don’t know anything about me. I am a bad woman.

How could you fall in love with me? This is bound to be a mistake.

I remember I told you that falling in love with me would lead to an eternal prison.

I have long been an indifferent person, and nothing matters. I just don't want to delay you.

When one person suffers from insomnia, the whole world suffers from insomnia. >

A person suffers from insomnia. I would rather you not be so good, even if you don't get it.

Yaya said she must fall in love now, because she will definitely not fall in love when she grows up, and she will definitely get divorced when she gets married.

Paranoid woman. We can still depend on each other till the end of the world. Friendship is more important than anything.

I can’t be as open-minded as Yaya. Drawing the ground as a prison, I live in a city of one person.

Those damn women will be your warmest support, and the place where they are is your home.

You will never be able to play the game. Hurt others, hurt yourself. Sad Life Diary 2

This is a true story that happened at the Civil Aviation Flight University of China. One is a quasi-pilot and the other is a quasi-stewardess. They had a campus romance in their green years. He made a vow to the blue sky, and she was looking for happiness under the sunshine of Lijiang. They once agreed to fly together on the "Happiness".

On days when love is burning, happiness has undergone a 180-degree reversal. He said, forget the past. Suddenly, he left without saying goodbye and no news was heard from him.

She looked for him like crazy, but couldn't find him. His unreasonable ruthlessness made her unable to figure it out.

A grass ring was hidden under her pillow every night. With his words still in my ears, I put on the grass ring and promised not to separate.

But, she didn’t know that he, whom she missed every day, was going through the purgatory of life.

On April 8, Thursday, she had been feeling a little unwell recently. I covered myself with two quilts last night, but I still felt extremely cold.

On April 21st, Sunday, it turns out that my heart is twisting like a knife, but I always thought it was just an exaggeration technique commonly used by writers. A film also appeared on the tongue for no apparent reason. At noon, Qingping and I went to a small restaurant to eat stir-fried vegetables. I found that no matter what I put in my mouth, it had no taste.

On May 7, Sunday, Qingping went home, and I went to the hospital for a checkup: the highest blood pressure reached 200, and the red blood cell indicators were only 1/3 of normal people. The doctor said the problem could be serious and my dream of being a pilot could be over. How can I fulfill the promise I made to Qingping?

On May 21st, Monday, I decided not to tell Qingping. I am in pain, and she will be in more pain than me. I won't tell anyone about my condition.

On August 1, Sunday, the doctor said that even if someone gave me a healthy kidney, even if my family had a lot of money, my life would still be full of variables. O my fate, I would rather die in a crash while flying in the air than die like this. Also, Qingping, how can I tell you, how can I tell you that we no longer have the Happy Number?

August 3, Tuesday, if there is no tomorrow, how can I say goodbye to you? Qingping

Late one night half a month later, he had a high fever. In confusion, he held his mother's hand and pointed to a diary on the bedside: Mom, four years after your son leaves, please give this diary to someone. The first page of the diary has her address and name. After saying that, he closed his young eyes forever, which were used to look at the blue sky.

Following her son’s will, four years later, the gray-haired old mother came to Chengdu from Hainan with her diary, looking for the girl Qingping in the diary.

When Qingping met the yellowed diary, she felt like she was in another world. As the pages of life and death messages were turned over, all the mysteries were instantly solved. He had never changed. He had always been the infatuated boy that he missed day and night.

She couldn't help crying, her whole body was shaking, she couldn't bear to read, but she couldn't stop reading. She fell into deep self-blame, immersed in the past time, not thinking about food and drinks, and was losing weight day by day.

Until she woke up from a dream one night, she vaguely saw his face, the face in the darkness. He told her that this state was something he did not want to see in heaven.

She woke up with a start, jumped out of bed, and turned to the last page of her diary. She saw a pencil drawing of an airplane, with the following words:. Yes, it doesn't matter whether it's cold or hot, just live and live well, this is his deep instruction to himself in heaven.

Without pain, love cannot be achieved.

Two years later, she married a pilot. On Qingming Festival, she came to Hainan with her lover, who was already pregnant. In a cemetery outside Sanya, she told her husband this long love story. Then, after burning the grass ring that had been hidden for six years, she told him with tears, I will remember your words, live well, live vividly, live lively, live fullly, and cherish every day of my life. , full of joy and sorrow.

If you love me, please love life.

The love hidden in the day and night will slowly wash the white silk satin of love, and no amount of sewage in the world will stain this tender and beautiful love. Sad Life Diary 3

There were a few stars hanging in the dark gray sky, and the moon was weakly shining on the earth. I looked up at the sky, this deathly silent sky, walking alone in this busy street, The bustling urban life makes everyone run. Wearing headphones and being talked to by others, the volume is turned up again. I can't hear the trivial matters of others, but I am walking on the street like a waste. This makes the music that many people like... It became a noise in my ears and I pulled the zipper up to my mouth and pulled the hat down hard. My ears seemed to be stuffed with something and I couldn't hear any sound. I started to notice that everything was starting to turn black. I was a little anxious. There was no light, no lights, no sound. I couldn't see the pulse of my palms. I didn't know if I was still alive. I started to feel confused. Waiting for the ending - the sound of broken flowers falling to the ground awakens the sleeping clouds, whose dreams are wetted by the light rain in the middle of the night? Sad Diary of Life 4

Over the years, as soon as I saw that miserable scene, I heard When I hear that sad voice, the thoughts buried deep in my heart will become entangled in my body. The crying in my ears suddenly turns into a faint lament, causing the boundless pain to spread in my body, gradually drowning me. , suffocating me. That moment when it was difficult to even breathe, that heartbreaking feeling, quickly opened the gate of my memory and sent me to the scenes of joys and sorrows.

In the midsummer of the late 1970s, the sky was blue, the water was clear, and willow branches covered with fresh leaves danced leisurely in the wind beside the Ouchi River. My friends and I took our homemade slingshots and went to the jungle by the river to practice "Kung Fu". We focused and quickly looked for birds resting on tree trunks, one tree after another... Finally, we found the target on a neem tree, pulled out the slingshot, aimed, and fired, and a sparrow fell to the ground in panic. thump.

We rushed over, picked up the sparrow, and stroked its hot feathers. The little bird trembled slightly, with fear and doubt in its eyes, and it made heartbreaking screams from time to time. A whimpering sound that sounded like crying, shouting, and even more like fighting. That scene made me surrender, shocked me, and made me suddenly feel guilty and guilty. The little bird, like me, is a life of flesh and blood, relying on the instinct of survival and full of yearning and love for life. However, the future of this little bird may be ruined by my slingshot. I raised my head, and the solitary chirping of birds in the jungle kept coming and going, making the melancholy atmosphere at the scene even more intense. At this time, I was like an old man who had made a mistake, repeating endlessly: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "Then, he carefully placed the bird on the grass, hoping that it would return to its companions as soon as possible.

At that time, the village where I lived was overgrown with vegetation, and the ditches and ponds were like nets. Wherever there was a water source, there were many schools of fish swimming around. Especially after a spring rain, the earth was full of life, and the fish were full of life. Like poetry, they emerge from ditches and rice fields, playing, surfing, and singing in the water carefree, attracting villagers to bring various fishing tools and rush into the water to play with the fish. A game of mouse and mouse. After a while, many lively fishes became the farmers' meals, while the small fish and shrimps were abandoned on the ridges of the fields. These abandoned creatures struggled desperately on the field ridges in order to survive and return to the waters where they originally lived.

Looking at the helplessness shown by the lively and lovely lives when faced with the threat of injury and death, inexplicable sadness quickly arose from the bottom of my heart. I pity their situation and sympathize with their current situation. Although I can't hear their cries, I believe they must be howling! So, I bent down, carefully picked up those little lives, and gently put them back into the water.

After these cute little guys got used to it in the water, they swam away before they had time to say thank you to me. I saw one cute creature after another reborn. At that moment, I felt proud. !

Birds, fish and shrimps need human care and care. People struggling in pain and death also need our help and encouragement. My fourth brother was very weak from birth in his mother's womb. When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he often had enuresis. Due to his poor health and thin body, some naughty children used him as a target for teasing or bullying. There was a man named Xu Guangming in the village, and he often humiliated him. Once, Xu's harsh words hurt my father. As soon as the fourth brother came home, his cruel father pushed him to the ground and stamped on him with his feet. As soon as I saw the miserable scene, a chill came from me. My heart surged quickly, spread throughout my body in an instant, and was deeply imprinted on my heart. It became a scar that I could never touch, and it would bleed whenever I touched it.

My unfortunate fourth brother contracted hepatitis B again as an adult. The bullying brothers Liao Guohua often picked on him and beat him over and over for trivial matters, which made my fourth brother miserable. The sick fourth brother gave evil people an opportunity and discouraged matchmakers. Gradually, the fourth brother's marriage problem became a pain in our family's heart. It wasn't until he was thirty-seven that he finally married his fourth sister-in-law. The fourth sister-in-law was selfish, willful, and had a bad temper, so she divorced her first man. After that, she left her three underage daughters and married my fourth brother. From the first day she married my fourth brother, she had been complaining and scolding him, making him live in melancholy and pain. Therefore, among my brothers and sisters, the one I sympathize with and miss the most is my fourth brother. I cannot hear anything bad about him or see him suffering.

The fourth brother’s life is full of bitterness, sadness and pain. However, in order to make a living, the fourth brother had to drag his sick body and work in the fields, supporting our family with blood and tears. In September 1988, on the day I went to Changsha to go to school, my fourth brother sent me to the market town. When I got on the boat and waved goodbye to my fourth brother, I suddenly saw his towering cheekbones and deeply sunken eyes... …I realized that although my fourth brother has been silent over the years, he has been quietly contributing to our family. Without his hard work and support, how could I go to Changsha today? University? After thinking about it, the softest nerve deep in my heart seemed to be touched, and my eyes suddenly filled with light mist, and I vowed from the bottom of my heart: I must study hard and work hard to make my fourth brother's life and body better.

After the Spring Festival in 20xx, the fourth brother sent his stepdaughter to Guangzhou to visit his ninth brother. The fourth brother had never traveled far before, not even to a county town, let alone a big city. In his eyes, big cities were sacred. In those days, I took time to accompany my fourth brother around Guangzhou. When he walked slowly in the bustling streets and wandered around the scenic spots, his face was always full of pride and satisfaction. He talked more and smiled brightly. From time to time he would talk to my wife. It reminds me of my childhood and teenage life. When I took photos of him, he said that he must take these photos back and tell the villagers that this is where Jiu Di works and lives! Through the lens, I saw him looking proud and proud, and I couldn't stop crying. Of course, after I started working, I kept my promise and often gave my fourth brother some financial support to make his life better and more decent.

Maybe it’s because I have gout, an experience that makes life worse than death, or maybe it’s because I have the feeling of having a fish bone stuck in my throat, so when I find birds, fish, shrimps and When the fourth brother was suffering, he always stretched out his warm hands to help them escape from the sea of ??suffering. Therefore, what finally appeared was not death in Tian Jian's hands, nor was the fourth brother old and helpless, but life. A lively ending that wanders in happiness.