In the past two years, I have attended many friends' weddings one after another, and some of them have even been missing for years. The reunion was at each other's wedding reception. People often say that friends who share weal and woe are friends. I don't think I am a malicious person. I also want my friends to be happy, but in this case, I can't seem to share weal and woe all the time, and I can't blend in with such a happy atmosphere. I secretly think that marriage is a hurdle of friendship, or a milestone turning point of friendship. The person you are admiring each other suddenly becomes the other half. How do you know the variable geometry in these trivial routines? Who can guarantee that they will achieve each other's perfection in the future and will not achieve their own loneliness?
Writing here, I suddenly understand why parents secretly wipe two tears every time their children get married, especially their daughters. This is a delivery with an uncertain future.
Graduation is coming soon. Apart from work, my parents are most concerned about my marriage. Especially my mother, a dear, talkative and neurotic middle-aged woman, was the only thing left at the dinner table when mahjong was unanimously removed from the mobile phone. She threatened, seduced, coerced, and wished she could hold the knife rest. I finally put the so-called "deadline" around my neck: 30 years old. Yes, I gave such an ambiguous answer.
Frankly, I don't want to get married. I designed no less than twenty reasons for myself to convince my family and friends. Like "I can't take care of my wife and children in my life", like "responding to the national policy of prenatal and postnatal care", I deeply feel that my conditions can't produce the flowers of the motherland. If the whole dinosaur comes out, how can I live up to the people? For example, "I don't want to marry a woman shorter than myself, so I'm ashamed to marry a tall man." Where is my dignity? You know, I'm not the Pan Changjiang who entertains the public "and so on. Of course, the effect is another matter. If I can't bear it, I think I will still get married. However, I can't guarantee that I won't go through thorns. ...
Far away, I finally want to send my blessing: hold your hand and grow old with your son. Two of my favorite sentences. In addition to the gift money, I also specially gave my published magazine to my friends and solemnly signed my name as a souvenir. Alas, I am a vain guy after all.
In the morning, I go to the study room of the outer hospital to study English and American literature. My head is big and my muscles are big. At that time, there were many ants in the fundus, and they persisted for more than half an hour. Finally, they ran away under the guise of being convenient to go to the toilet. I absently washed my hands in front of the swimming pool. In a moment of trance, I found a thin 17-year-old boy reappearing in the opposite mirror in vain, with short hair and clean hairstyle, faint beard and clear pupils. Without affectation, at that moment, my heart suddenly became sunny.
That's right. Recently, I cut my hair simply and clearly, and all the yellow hairs that I burned in the winter vacation are out of sight. The reason is that a group of friends I know are traditional and conservative in nature. According to their words, they really can't stand my "weird jumping style"; Second, the donkey will leave school soon. In order to show his sincerity, he cut the hair for the public to show his respect. I had no choice but to make a sad move, but I still got something. It was really an unintentional mistake to find another way. Make do with it). Privately, I feel that my spring is coming in small steps. Is it possible to contribute my virginity before graduation to make up for the great shortcomings in my life? Hey hey. (Burying his face and snickering ...)
In order to celebrate this great discovery and praise this great change, at lunch, I gritted my teeth and specially ordered an expensive scrambled egg of Toona sinensis, my dear hand-grabbed cake and jam cake, and a big bowl of red dates and white rice porridge (with sugar) as a treat. I haven't been so extravagant for a long time, really.
The school magnolias are in full bloom here, especially the two in front of the Institute of Physical Education. There are always two five or six-year-old girls under the tree, wearing a pink suit of Pleasant Goat, holding hands to pick up petals that fall from time to time. I'll think about it. At that time, there must be a nameless little flower blooming quietly in their hearts, right? Gentle and quiet.
Yes, spring has come, and I'm fine. Xiao Zhang, except for you, I can't get close to you except during my period. Besides tossing and turning, I still think of you every night, and my heart is bright.
That's great.