The Spring Festival is coming, the streets are covered with red lanterns, and several families have posted new couplets. Everyone is beaming, either giving gifts to others or holding gifts from friends.
Only one person is depressed and does not blend in with the atmosphere of the whole island. This man's name is Sun Xi. He made friends with many people, but in the end he didn't have any friends. Every friend broke up after less than a month of dating. Because Sun Xi has a high vision and pursues perfection in everything, he can pick out more than ten shortcomings of his friends in just two days, and he still has something to say, regardless of occasions and methods.
New Year's Eve is coming, and Sun Xi will spend the New Year alone again. People can get many gifts, but when the cold wind blows, he lies shivering on the sofa. At this moment, an old man came. He sat next to Sun Xi and asked with concern, "Young man, why are you blowing cold air here alone in the New Year?" Why don't you get together with your friends? "Sun Xi said with a wry smile," I think, old man, but no one likes me. I have no friends. " "Why is that?" The old man asked incredulously. Sun Xi told all his experiences of making friends. "Young man, you have a good eye. You can find all kinds of shortcomings in others and point them out to your friends. All you need to know is that gold is perfect, no one is perfect, you can't be picky when you get along with others, and you should also pay attention to the way and occasion when you point out the shortcomings of others! Believe me: as long as you can tolerate the shortcomings of others, don't pursue perfection excessively, and don't criticize others for their methods, you will certainly have many good friends. "
Sun Xi feels much warmer. This year, he finally received a gift, the best gift!
Memories of gifts
Memories about Gifts One of the most precious gifts in life is my parents' gift and contribution to my life.
In primary school, one day in class, Xia Xiaoying, the deskmate, took out the latest pencil case from her schoolbag. The double-layer sky-blue cover is printed with a beautiful flower fairy pattern, and the magnet on the box switch makes a crisp sound when it is opened and closed. Xia Xiaoying's father gave her this birthday present, which attracted my attention countless times throughout the primary school period and made me look forward to my birthday. Later, I learned that every year on the Double Ninth Festival, only my mother steamed yellow rice and my father cooked two red eggs, indicating that they didn't forget that day was my birthday. As for Xia Xiaoying's vivid description of birthday parties and other beautiful gifts, they will not appear in my poor father and simple mother's life as a teacher. Realizing this fact, I lost my enthusiasm for birthdays throughout my childhood, became depressed and irritable in the days around my birthday, and even angrily refused to eat red eggs cooked by my father. So many years later, it was another Double Ninth Festival, and I could never eat the red eggs cooked by my father or hear his hearty laughter. My mother used to be in charge of everything at home, but now she is getting old. Time flies in the long river of ruthless years, and it takes several autumns in life to truly understand that a healthy body, a normal heart and a pair of eyes that distinguish right from wrong are the most precious gifts that parents give themselves.
One of my favorite birthday wishes is: if I can, I am willing to trade my life for my sister's happiness for ten years.
My sister and I have never been together since childhood. The fairy tale that she and her sister neighbor Xiao Fang are best at is that the beautiful Snow White is tortured, and finally the prince comes on a white horse and kills the hateful villain. From then on, the princess was proud. Of course, it is not the stepmother of the queen who did all the bad things in the story, but the elder sister who likes to bully her sister. We grew up in stories, and our feelings were tempered in countless quarrels. When my sister really brought her prince home one day, I felt a little sad, as if I was separated from the closest part of my body, but the first time I heard the little boy with a furry mouth shyly call me "big sister" and saw the happy love between two older children, that kind of sadness had long since disappeared. I still remember that on the Double Ninth Festival that year, two people went to the streets to buy a birthday present for their younger sister. They smiled all the way home and handed me a beautiful brooch. However, the color of the brooch has disappeared in the past three or two years, and the couple who bought the brooch also shared something. Both the prince and the princess have their own castles, and there are no fairy tales in the adult world. Watching this stubborn, bad-tempered, sensitive and fragile sister work hard under various pressures, I still remember the blow of schadenfreude: "Sister, congratulations on getting closer to menopause". When I think of her smiling like a flower around the prince, I only hope that I can really do it, and I hope that my sister will still laugh.
The third memory about gifts: I am glad that I have two good friends in my life. I often sit under peach trees, listening to birds chirping and the wind whistling in the treetops.
My mother once told Fan Xiao's mother and Pinger's mother that I don't know how many daughters I have raised. Why are there always three shadows in front of me when I go in and out? This question has of course been echoed by the other two mothers. If my friendship with Fan Xiao goes back to its roots, I'm afraid it should start from infancy, because the two families are family friends and live together. She has been in my life since I can remember. Pinger moved here in the fifth grade of our primary school. When she first came, she was tortured by us. Fan Xiao and I came up with all kinds of evil dramas to bully her, and finally surrendered to her sweet smile. Since then, the three of us have become the strongest triangular relationship. Fan Xiao and I are only ten hours away from each other's birthdays, and we have the same temper. Every quarrel is always solved by Pinger who is two years older than us. I always choose gifts for them early on my birthday every year. I remember that I fell in love with Harry that year. The wizarding world of Harry Potter. When the second and third episodes of Harry Potter came out, I insisted that they buy them for me in advance, even though it was two months before my birthday. Now there are five Harry's books quietly arranged on the bookcase. Porter witnessed the warm friendship between the three girls. From being inseparable to having my own work and life, more than ten years have passed quickly, and those bits and pieces of the past remain in my memory, recording pure and simple friendship and becoming the most beautiful fragments in each other's lives.
Qiu Lai is early every year, and now it meets Chongyang. Make three wishes, family and friends, happiness and well-being ,
Autumn sunshine dances on the branches. Dear friends, I wish you a happy Double Ninth Festival.
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The gift of life
We walk, breathe, work and think on the ground with the inscriptions of our hometown.
A trickle gathers the deepest greetings from the mountains. At this time, listening is the most beautiful enjoyment. Strolling on the road of life, sending endless greetings without waiting, quietly collecting every gift of life.
Health is the most precious gift our parents give us. Without the body, our life can't be pinned. Without life, we are just air again and again, gathered and scattered by the wind; Without life, we are just a drop of dew, and we can't predict a leaf that can condense; Without life, nothing can be said.
Suffering is the most valuable gift that life gives us. The birth of a deep bone doomed the beginning of our suffering. The process of suffering continues the meaning of life and inherits the beauty of life. Suffering is the most effective touchstone in fairy tales, and it is the most magical stroke in the painter's freehand brushwork. I can't imagine how shallow it would be to cross the boat without suffering. If there is no suffering, what can inspire the unyielding will of mankind?
Thinking is the greatest gift that nature gives us. Scientists say that man is a huge accumulation of molecules, so thinking is the all-encompassing and omnipotent master. Under the carving of thinking, there is decay, magic and the power to turn decay into magic. Thinking makes our molecular accumulation get the most thorough integration.
In thinking, suffering can be touched. After thinking, life is sublimated.
The mountain is silent, and the stream should respond. Lonely and silent, words are companions.
I like to give small gifts to my friends.
On holidays, friends' birthdays, it is a happy thing to send her a pot of grass, a photo frame or just a small book.
Or not on a special day, I accidentally saw a pot of grass in a roadside flower shop. Full of green is really cute, because it is a friend's lucky grass, and because I like the beautiful leaf shape, I bought it back excitedly. Of course, don't forget to say, "This is your lucky grass. Treat it well." I wonder if my friends like this common grass. In my eyes, this vibrant grass is more cordial and lasting than delicate flowers.
A gift is a heart. The gift of the sky to winter is the swirl of snowflakes, which adds a beautiful and magical picture to the monotonous and cold days. The gift for others is just a little happiness, because imagination can make people happy, so I am happy.
Give gifts to others and accept gifts from others. The joy of receiving a gift lies not in the gift itself, but in the memory of your friend. An expensive bottle of perfume and a postcard from far away may prefer the latter. I like to see my name solemnly written on postcards, I like to see the front scenery, and I prefer to see the words written by my friends on the back. On a snowy morning, I just received such a famous postcard. At that moment, my heart was full of joy. I looked up at the snowflake, as if its arrival had also become an ornament of my mood. Clouds fly and snow falls, and a warm word is a precious gift.
Look at Miyazaki Hayao's cartoons. The first one is "The Witch Deliver". The picture is bright, and the little witch is happy wherever she flies. She is a messenger who delivers express to others. If you can fly like a little witch, if you can turn gifts to others as a career, what a pleasant career it would be.
Unfortunately, life is dull, and mortals can't fly freely like little witches. But occasionally I can be as whimsical as her. Not only give gifts, but also receive gifts and even ask others for gifts.
So one day I will be as bold as a little witch and say to people, "Can I give a bear as a New Year gift?" I regret it a little after I said it. Is it too thick-skinned to ask others for gifts like this?
However, now there is a fluffy bear sitting next to him. Beige, simple and silly, with a light brown plaid scarf around her neck, so cute. Every time I look up and see it, I can't help touching its ears or tidying the ears of its scarf. Bear, do you know? You are my gift. However, thanks to the friends who gave gifts, it really satisfied my wish.
This winter, there are crystal snowflakes and sunshine. This winter, my green house is dotted with daffodils and green radish. This winter, there is a simple bear beside me.
The long winter night has also become beautiful. Outside the window is a silent pure white world, and the wind whistling and singing through the roof.
On the same winter night, will the little witch ride her broomstick, fly over the snow-capped peaks, fly over the brightly lit cities, and happily send New Year gifts?
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