BlossomParker
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Walking sided by side in the dark
It is often said that people, especially those who love each other, should know and understand each other, and preferably be transparent to each other and have a heart to heart. Schweitzer, however, says in "My Teenage Years" (for a Chinese translation, see the book "Awe of Life" translated by Chen Zehuan) that this is impossible, and even if it were possible, no one has the right to make such demands of others. "Not only is there physical shame, but there is also spiritual shame, which we should respect. The mind also has its trappings, and we should not take them off." As with the mystery of God, so with the mystery of another person's soul, we cannot read and know it as if it were a book that belongs to us, but can only give love and trust. Each person is a secret to others, and we should accept this fact. People who love each other are only "walking side by side in the darkness", and all they can do is to strive for the light in their hearts, and to feel this effort and encourage each other, without "looking into the faces and hearts of others".
By BlossomParker9 months ago in Fiction
The naughty grandma
Grandma has a little habitual action of sticking her tongue out. Usually this action will appear after doing something wrong. When she does something wrong, she usually hides it, such as breaking a jar of sugar, she quietly sweeps up the pieces, handfuls of leftover sugar, and replaces it with an identical jar and leaves it as it is. Until you ask her: why is the sugar suddenly missing half a jar? She will spit out her tongue, smiling and confess.
By BlossomParker9 months ago in Fiction
The neighbors and the weeds
I have two neighbors who have moved away one after another over the past few years. Between spring and autumn, there is much less cheerfulness. After a rain in the summer, the grass in front of their houses grew wildly, and only then did I remember that it had been a long time since they moved away. However, those stories inside and outside the house are like the couplets on the porch, the color recedes, but does not flake off and disappear ......
By BlossomParker9 months ago in Fiction
The Toilet in the Forbidden City
Beijing is the imperial city, and the imperial city of the imperial city is the Forbidden City. To put it mildly, after the Republic of China expelled the Xuan Tong, the compound was used as a museum, where nationals could visit. Thus, the Forbidden City will always have walking nationals and sitting nationals, sitting nationals who are tired of walking. As long as the Forbidden City is not accessible by car, the courtyard will always have walking nationals and tired of walking and sitting nationals, because the Forbidden City is large, and it is impossible to change the small.
By BlossomParker9 months ago in Fiction
The Environmental Issues
I was born in the city of Beijing. When I was a child, I climbed to the top of the tall building in the courtyard - this building was in Xidan - and looked around and often saw the Buddhist incense pavilion in the Summer Palace. Xidan is at least 20 miles away from the Summer Palace. A few years ago, I lived in Beijing University Changchunyuan, only a few miles away from the Summer Palace, from the window to see the Buddha Xiang Pavilion, eight times out of ten times can not see. The air in Beijing is always misty, a bit misty, and a bit choking, not so when I was a child. I've grown up and become an axle man - that is, a man with a shirt collar like an axle. When I lived in Beijing, I had to change my shirt almost every day, and when I was abroad, I could wear a shirt for days. There are many cities in the world that are known for their pollution: Milan, Los Angeles, London, etc. I have been to all of them, with the exception of Mexico City. As far as I can see, the situation in Beijing is bad among these cities as well.
By BlossomParker9 months ago in Earth
The neighbors and the weeds
I have two neighbors who have moved away one after another over the past few years. Between spring and autumn, there is much less cheerfulness. After a rain in the summer, the grass in front of their houses grew wildly, and only then did I remember that it had been a long time since they moved away. However, those stories inside and outside the house are like the couplets on the porch, the color recedes, but does not flake off and disappear ......
By BlossomParker9 months ago in Fiction
The non-existent girlfriend
One Christmas, the roommate went on a date with his girlfriend. I was alone in my room. I turned the bathroom lights on, turned the hot water light on, and the bathroom fogged up with light, like a miracle manifestation. I was surfing the internet, journaling, tweeting, pretending I was waiting for a woman to finish her shower and come out to have sex with me in a room across from the living room, but I actually turned on the water and no one was in the bathroom.
By BlossomParker9 months ago in Fiction
The One Backpack
My wife says: Men have lived with women since the time of Adam and Eve. The strange thing is that men do not know much more about women than Adam did at that time. To this day, men look at women as if they were seeing them for the first time, and do not understand even the simplest things, such as a woman's tears. I experienced such an incident in my childhood, which is still unforgettable.
By BlossomParker9 months ago in Fiction
