When I say rose, I mean soul rose. People are bound to stumble in the journey, and there will always be rainy days in life; There will also be mud or life; Or encounter life problems; So do you really need spiritual care? The answer is yes, I think people need a soul rose, which is a happy mood full of fragrance and hope in their inner world; Because when people are confused, it is like walking in the desert at night, without oasis, water, light and hope; At this time, if you listen to her, give her the care of her heart and give her the roses of her heart, her life will be full of vitality and fragrance. Not only that, your heart is comforted, and it will also give you a moving fragrance.
Far away, just around the corner. Whether it is real life or virtual network, if we can sincerely face each other, the ends of the earth are close at hand, but not far away, then even the fate of the screen will yield a beautiful life; It will also sing touching music. I met, experienced the intersection of hearts, and also gained the warmth and happiness of "sending you roses and leaving your hand fragrance".
One summer day two years ago, the pattering rain knocked on the window lattice, which also brought a little coolness to the hot summer day. In the rare public holiday time, the room was filled with beautiful light music "Moonlight on the Waterfront", and the leisure time passed, savoring the long-lost laziness. Inadvertently, in my blog, I met a high school student and a girl from Jiangsu. She said that she liked the articles in my blog very much and thought I was a sunny person. She appreciates my free and easy attitude. Through QQ communication, I learned that her life is rich, her mother is a teacher and her father is a successful person. She is a very frank girl, especially knowing that I am a policeman, and she is completely unprepared. From her words, I read her loneliness and her confusion. Later, she tried to say something several times, but she interrupted the topic for various reasons. Perhaps because of professional reasons, there is always a curiosity to solve the mystery, which also urges me to pay attention to her. I have seen her poems in space. The poem itself is poetic and Ran Ran, but its style is low and decadent, and I feel hopeless in life. It's hard to imagine how a girl who is in her prime and has excellent living conditions can be so depressed, so I left a message to encourage her.
Soon, I received a strange number plus Friend Request. In fact, I didn't add any literary friends, and of course I turned her down. But who would have thought that she added me persistently and showed that she was the girl's mother. So, our two mothers started a heart-to-heart conversation and heart-to-heart communication.
Through the communication with my mother, I understand her good intentions and understand that family ties are priceless. The mother sent her daughter to a famous aristocratic high school at the expense of expensive tuition. In her mother's words, she doesn't care about money as long as her daughter has a bright future. Now, shortly after her daughter entered school, she went to her daughter's boarding high school to learn about the situation. The class teacher told her that for some reason, it was difficult for her daughter to concentrate in class and her academic performance dropped sharply. After learning the situation, she was not in a hurry to communicate directly with her daughter, because she knew that her daughter was rebellious about her education, and the mother and daughter often quarreled over the "gunpowder war" and broke up in discord.
My mother was confused and thought of me. She once heard my daughter talk about me and knew that I often corresponded with her daughter. Mother secretly entered her daughter's number. Sure enough, in her daughter's dialog box, she found that her daughter trusted me very much and contacted me without telling her. Through her story, I feel that there is a lack of empathy and equal understanding between mother and daughter. Mothers are mostly condescending, and their daughters also refuse the preaching imposed on her by their mothers. But at this time, I can't throw cold water on my mother. I listened to her muttering silently.
Mother said in a pleading tone, "Sister, I know you are a policeman. My daughter trusts you, and I trust you. My daughter's academic performance has been declining again and again. Please help me, but promise to hide, or she will be more rebellious. " Yes, of course, the mother knows her daughter's character very well. The girl once said that she hates her mother's strong intervention. If she knows, she will definitely resent it, not to mention studying as hard as her mother hopes, and she is likely to do something rebellious and radical. To tell the truth, this mother really touched me; For a complete stranger, she is so trusting; Besides, I am also a mother, and I know her mind. I have no choice but to promise to hide the fact that she turned to me for help.
I can't ignore a mother's entrustment. I have been looking for the right opportunity and didn't take the initiative to find her. Finally, I had a chance to talk to her. It was Saturday afternoon and she didn't have a schedule. She greeted me and said she was bored. I thought it was time, so she started a heart-to-heart conversation for two hours.
In order to completely relax her psychological defense, I started the topic from trivial chat. I asked her if she was nervous about her studies. She told me without warning: "Sister! I'm in a trance recently ... "I asked her," Why? " She replied hesitantly, "I, I may be gay." I paused: "I know, you are not." In order to convince her of my words, I told her that I was a second-level psychological counselor. She was really excited and said, "Sister! To tell the truth, my mother consulted a psychiatrist for me, but I didn't believe them. I believe you! " I know that everything the child says is true, and I know that she is stubborn. Once I asked her to call me aunt, and she flatly refused. She insisted on calling me sister forever, but she had no choice but to follow her. So we started psychological counseling. In fact, I know very well in my heart that the "possibility" she said is enough to show that it is only speculation; Her current psychology is only a cognitive error, not terrible; Puberty is prone to cognitive confusion. She simply thinks that liking female stars is homosexuality; In fact, the concepts of like and love are very vague. A talk after a storm has cleared up, and heartfelt communication dispelled her concerns; At first, my melancholy mood eased a lot, and I began to give me a hug expression. I couldn't help but pour out my repressed past and embarrassing life experiences.
In junior high school, an experience embarrassed her. Because she was misunderstood by her classmates and reported to the teacher, the whole class ignored her, even the best female classmates ignored her; What she faced was isolation, white eyes and indifference. For a time, she fell into an embarrassing state of mental journey. She said, "Sister, do you know what it's like to be alone? I know, this is called helplessness! " The embarrassing situation at that time can be imagined. For nearly three months, a teenager has been faced with cold faces. In the face of classmates' laughter, I feel lonely except for the lonely figure. I asked her, "Did you report it?" She said, "No, this is a misunderstanding." I said, that's good, let time prove it! I asked her again, "Does your mother know about this?" She said, "Yes, my mother said it was my fault, so it happened!" " "Listen to the girl, I feel very painful in my heart. Because in my mind, as a mother, I should be the first person to pay attention to my daughter and the most tolerant person. I came to an indiscriminate conclusion. A mother who is a teacher is too simple, ignoring her daughter's happy and healthy spiritual care and missing the mental journey of growing up with her daughter.
The girl added, "Sister, I don't like men!" In fact, I am not surprised by this sentence, because in my speech, I vaguely feel that her mother is very strong and condescending to her children. So, I said: you grew up in a strong female environment, and there are many women at home, which makes you feel safe about women, but you are not gay. Sure enough, the girl said that she lived in her grandmother's house, a big villa, almost all her aunts lived together, and most of the next generation were girls. In this way, the girl's worries were completely dispelled and she believed me more.
So I changed the topic and used my own experience to close the psychological distance with her.
I told her that I had an embarrassing experience. When I was in the fourth and fifth grades of primary school, I just returned to the city from the countryside with my parents to implement the policy. At that time, the family was ordinary and the clothes were out of date. I am often looked down upon and laughed at by some female classmates. Sometimes I see me pointing at my back in my mother's cloth shoes, but I never care about those, secretly encouraging myself to study hard and be a girl they envy! After listening to my words, she became interested and asked me curiously, "Sister! And then after that? " I told her, "I have something that they will envy for a lifetime." She immediately said, "Sister! You're amazing! I see, I know what to do. " Two hours of whispering, time passed quietly. At the end of the topic, she said, sister! I will study hard and study abroad! I'm going to study fashion design. How about we get together in France? Because she knows that I like France, my wish is to see the Eiffel Tower. I promised her happily that we would meet under the Eiffel Tower in a foreign country.
She got rid of her inner fetters there, said goodbye and logged off. I stayed here for two hours and made sixteen pages of psychological counseling notes. I am very tired in this psychological consultation. I'm glad that all her psychological rubbish was given to me, because I succeeded, and I can comfort my mother with peace of mind.
The once unhappy girl got rid of her psychological haze. Not only that, after studying, I wrote poems for me to appreciate, and I saw her in the sun. Later, her mother called me personally and thanked me again and again on the phone, saying that the child had miraculously changed and her academic performance had improved again and again, and she decided to go to France to study fashion design. Hearing these words, I am happy for my mother and proud of the girl. My mother said to me, thank you for keeping my secret. I'll tell her one day. I said: I hope you can treat her as a friend! Mother did, and the girl said that her mother bought her a mobile phone to facilitate contact, which was something that her mother had always opposed. I didn't say anything, and I was happy for them. My mother learned to take care of her children in another way.
In the past two years, whether it is Women's Day or Mother's Day, girls have sent me blessings and some bright roses. Last year, on my birthday, she called and said, Sister! Happy birthday! Sister! I love you!
But what moved me most was that I went to bed early last night. At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the cell phone information bell rang. I thought it was annoying harassment information, so I naturally wouldn't open it. But the message rang for the second time. I opened it and it read: Sister! Where are you? I just saw the tourist bus in Xishuangbanna fall into the valley and suddenly thought of you. Can you tell me where it is? I'm about to cry. I cried when I read this line. I was shocked by her. She knows that I like traveling and even worries about my comfort. She was very nervous about her studies, especially after studying at night. She was worried about me in the middle of the night and cried for me. I quickly replied to her, and she replied happily: Sister, I am so happy, go to sleep! Good Night!
It rained a little cold last night, but my heart was warm and I was doomed to sleep. I am thinking that there are many kinds of human languages, but the most touching is the language of the heart, because the language flowing in the bottom of my heart will not be pale with the passage of time; There are many kinds of roses in the world, but the most beautiful one is the heart-shaped rose, because the heart-shaped rose will not wither with the change of time.
I think, on the road of life, all sentient beings. "Send you roses, leave your hand fragrant", then the world will have more beautiful scenery. ...