I can't stand narratives. 1 Someone is speaking on the stage, but I dare not speak under the stage, but my unbearable expression is very obvious. Some people look unbearable pain, frowning tightly, as if they had taken medicine; Some hold their breath, just waiting to survive this time; Some practice the skill of "turning a deaf ear" and try to shield the deafening horn in their ears with "caring heart", but they are often interrupted and unable to concentrate; Some play mobile games, which is the best way to kill time and a painful relief; Some looked at the prepared newspapers and magazines and searched every corner. The one-and-a-half-hour meeting only made them feel headache and earache. Others have whispered, and there will always be endless words with close colleagues. They just need to turn the volume down to the lowest level and try to reduce their body movements, otherwise they don't know when they will be rectified or criticized because of the impoliteness of some comrades.
Nine times out of ten, there is no need for a meeting, mainly because leaders need such occasions and scenes to meet with everyone, and they also need to pour out their ideas or satisfy their hobby of making reports in cadence, so the audience at the meeting will become victims. In fact, many meetings only need to convey the spirit. For example, some people can also use modern media, such as the Internet, to let everyone grasp the spirit and requirements of the meeting. Sitting in the same place for a long time, coupled with uncomfortable small stools, always inevitably makes people feel backache, mental fatigue, and it is difficult to hear what they say to the people on the stage. Whether it's right or not, there is always some contradiction, and I always hope he can finish it quickly.
However, this is not unbearable. Think about it, if the speech on the stage is wonderful and practical, the people who listen will certainly be more energetic and interested, but if the people on the stage go up in turn and give you the voice and content in turn, people's hearts will definitely be unbearable. Often, the more meetings like this, the more people mentioned above pay attention to everything, and those framed, fill-in-the-blank sentences and established expressions have become things that people don't like. Similarly, what can be said above is often people who only talk but can't do it, or people who just need to say but don't need to do it, so what they say doesn't match what they do. For example, when people say that "people should improve their quality" and "teachers should have high self-cultivation", they use Shaoxing dialect and Mandarin, and they state their views repeatedly with confidence and affirmation, as if to convince people that what he or she said is the truth, or to make people think that there is no patent within his or her jurisdiction. When they narrate confidently and proudly, the people below don't listen carefully at all, or no one listens at all, which is a great failure. The funniest thing is that uneducated people teach people to read, people who can't talk tell people to talk, and people who don't know how to develop their professional level ... The following people are numb to goose bumps. I can't stand the way I speak, the nonsense I don't understand, the mentality of pursuing great success, and the self-righteous approach.
I can't stand narrative 2 This Spring Festival, a friend who came back from the border defense in northern Xinjiang told me a romantic love story of an old soldier.
Male, a graduate student of a military medical university, majoring in surgery, has successfully completed a number of difficult operations, and is the youngest surgeon with practical experience in the school. Female, graduate student of a military medical university, majoring in nursing. I have known that boy since high school, and after three years of emotional cultivation, I became the boy's first and last girlfriend. Girls have a pair of big watery eyes, pure and gentle, which make boys move. The boy vowed to write the most beautiful poem for the girl's eyes in the future. After graduating from high school, they met and walked into the same medical university. The boy once said to the girl, you are the only one in my life. The girl has never responded, just silently happy.
The boy chose surgery as his major. He said he hoped the girl would be healthy all her life. The girl chose nursing as her major. She said that she would always be with the boy and be his right-hand man. They not only care about each other, but also care about their country like most young people at that time. They say you need passion when you are young. So, with love and longing, they also got a master's degree in military medical university and became soldiers. Love and ideals have given them endless motivation, and they have achieved impressive results.
Boys and girls grew up in the ends of the earth, went to school in Hainan and never saw snow. The girl once had a beautiful dream. She wants to go to the north to see the snow, to see the world wrapped in white, to lie in the embrace of snow and let it melt slowly on her lips. The boy promised to take her to the north to see the snow the first thing after graduation.
Is God really selfish? Jealous, otherwise, how can there be jealous beauty? In a practical exercise before graduation, the girl who worked as a field ambulance worker left the boy forever.
It all happened so suddenly.
Life is so inexplicable, so is death. The girl left, so calm and in such a hurry. As a firm materialist, the boy doesn't believe that people have souls, but since he lost his girl, he would rather believe.
After graduation, the boy volunteered to go to the northernmost part of the motherland. With the consent of the girl's parents, the boy brought her urn.
The military camp is at the foot of a snowy mountain. On the day of registration, boys didn't have time to go near the camp, so they took girls to the top. Being in the world of snow for the first time, there are no girls around, and the boys are not excited and unhappy. They have not experienced the feeling of snow for a long time, only sadness and tears.
Chen, did you see it? This is the snow in the north, what a beautiful snow! I will come to see you every day, chat with you and watch the snow with you. I won't let your lonely boy kiss the urn deeply, and then put it under a conifer tree and cover it with a thin layer of snow.
The boy stayed under the snow all his life and saved countless painful souls.
I can't stand the narrative 3 Dangdang, I haven't appeared for a long time. Are you looking forward to the story of Oriental Dawn that I brought you today?
The girl waited for a long time. While waiting, the girl thought, if I had a picture of my brother, maybe I wouldn't think so. Unexpectedly, at noon the day before the college entrance examination, my brother really sent a photo of him in the space, and the girls were very excited. I wanted to cheer for my brother's college entrance examination, but later I gave up and decided to send it at night. I didn't expect so much homework tonight. It's almost twenty-four o'clock. I think I will cheer for my brother no matter what. I sneaked into my parents' room, stole my mobile phone and ordered QQ. I didn't expect to receive a message: "Don't cheer for me after the college entrance examination?" I am very excited. "No, I just finished my homework now and posted it on QQ." I thought my brother was asleep and ready to refuel. Unexpectedly, my brother actually said "very tired." Sent a nodding expression pack. "Then, come on!" "Well, brother, come on for the college entrance examination!" "Roger that!" "Brother, why don't you sleep?" "I'm going to bed." "Well, good night, brother." "Good night." Go to sleep contentedly.
Do you think little sister and big brother will be the same as before? Then you are naive. Gradually, my little sister found that if she didn't take the initiative to speak, my big brother wouldn't take the initiative to speak. The little sister asked the big brother, "won't my brother speak on his own initiative if I don't speak?" "I won't talk." "I see." Later, the little sister didn't say a word to the big brother, and the big brother wouldn't take the initiative to chat.
In the blink of an eye, it was summer vacation, and one of the girls' younger brothers broke up with him. He is very kind to girls. Girls think they are already friends. It's no big deal. But gradually, the girl found that what the boy did to her was beyond her friendship. The girl is very scared. It's not that she doesn't know what that boy thinks, but she has never liked him. He likes her other brother. The girl wants to tell the boy, "Can we just be friends?" ? Don't be so nice to me, I can't afford it. "But, because of the previous sentence, the boy left, and she didn't want them to be friends.
Gradually, the girl really can't stand it. She asked the boy, "Why are you so kind to me?" He said, "I know you hate boys who have found someone." I'm going to fatten you up, make other boys not want you, and then I'll accept you. " Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? There is a girl who wants to fall in love with me online. I sent her a message for you and deleted it immediately. In order to buy you something you like to drink, I missed the bus and delayed the time of making up lessons. I go to the old place almost every day, just to meet you, but then I gradually found that you hardly came. "Hearing this, the girl didn't know what to say or what to do. I feel guilty about that boy, but girls don't want to lie to the boy and say they like him because of this guilt. The girl only replied, "I'm sorry, don't be so nice to me again." "
What would you do if it were you? Please see the next episode of Oriental Dawn Story for the funeral. See you next time. Goodbye!
Can't stand narrative 4 Life is a fast-flowing river. In a short time, we encountered dams, silt or storms. These obstacles and difficulties, tempering and pain may all become reefs in our hearts. However, when we face it bravely, we will find that those scars will make the river of our lives flow wider, farther and clearer.
When I was a child, I was always worried that my mistakes would be pointed out by the teacher in class, just because of my little self-esteem. However, born naughty, always scolded by the teacher, so tears, sadness, and even complain to the teacher. Over time, when I grow up and know more, I find those harsh criticisms-"Sit up straight", "Why can't I change my carelessness" and "Write horizontally and vertically because you are from China" so kind, because my good image and habits have won the praise of my friends.
As a result, what used to be a little pain has now turned into wealth.
Growing up, I faced the scene of leaving my friends for three years, five years or even ten years many times, and I couldn't help crying every time. When I slowly grope in a new environment, the pain of loneliness will climb on my mind. But in the constant blessing and encouragement of friends, I gradually understand that a friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and I know how to cherish and protect these hard-won friendships.
Therefore, pain has taught me the truth of life.
In all the parting, the death of relatives will make people more confused and desperate. Seeing the once familiar life come to an end, the frustrations and happiness I experienced with it in my memory came to my mind again in the heartbreaking cry. However, in endless memories, we also know that the dead are gone and the living are gone. Therefore, we should learn to cherish the fresh life around us and move forward bravely with the dream of leaving our loved ones.
Then, the pain taught me how to walk in this bizarre society and gave me the belief to move forward forever.
Learn to bear the pain! Since you can't escape, accept it bravely. You will find that when we accept it frankly, there will be unexpected gifts on the tail of pain.
I can't stand narrative 5. Raising a tree is to bear a loneliness and a love. -inscription
There is an old pagoda tree in front of my grandmother's house, which is thick and strong with lush foliage. The wrinkles on the branch tell me that it is aging.
According to my grandmother, it was one afternoon in that summer that my grandfather met my grandmother under this old locust tree. Later, my grandfather often chatted with my grandmother smelling the faint scent of Sophora japonica under the tree. Sometimes grandpa will climb the tree like a monkey and pick some bouquets of Sophora japonica for grandma. Later, grandpa left, and the locust tree was still there, and the longer it grew, the denser it grew.
It's a little hot in the summer evening, and grandma always moves out a recliner with a cattail leaf fan and shakes the fan under the tree. Although she can't get rid of the heat, she gives birth to a coolness from her heart. In June, Sophora japonica is fragrant, full of trees, green and white, a little pale yellow. Snow is hidden behind the green leaves, but it can't hide the refreshing fragrance. When the breeze blows, the fallen flowers cool all over the floor, and a sweet fragrance gently hits grandma's face, hands and heart. Sometimes a few small Sophora japonica flowers fall on my grandmother, and she doesn't wipe them off. She just twisted them up and put them in her mouth. This is My Sweetie's. At this time, grandma always has a faint smile on her face, as if missing the years she spent with grandpa.
Later, the tree growing in front of the door was a little out of the way, so my second uncle told my grandmother to cut it down. Grandma didn't say anything, just staring at the locust tree. After a long time, she came to her senses and gently said to my second uncle, "The old man is watching from the sky." My second uncle stopped talking when he heard this, and never said anything about cutting down trees again. Later, the years gradually eroded my grandmother's body, slowed down and talked less. She often lay on the couch and stared at the full locust leaves on her head. Some people say that it will become like this when you are old, but I don't believe it. Later, I chatted with my grandmother, only to know that my grandmother missed her grandfather. The book says that time is the grave of everything, and love makes us forget time, but in the end time also makes us forget love. But grandma didn't forget grandpa or the tree. I don't know the love of my grandmother at that time, but I know that my grandmother suffered not only the loneliness of guarding a tree, but also the undiminished love for her grandfather. I know the tree will not fall, and grandma's love will not change.
This locust tree is still using its umbrella-like branches to drive away the heat for grandma, and grandma is still silently enduring this loneliness and love.
Can't stand the narrative. Life is a patient process. Only when you endure pain will you become strong and confident. Life will become more rational and mature only if you have withstood the choice.
20 12, during the Spring Festival, our family will travel abroad for the first time, thinking of the vast Red Square, the gorgeous Kremlin and the beautiful Lake Baikal. The whole person is immersed in excitement, and his heart is full of expectation and happiness.
The night of June 65438+10/October 65438+March, a day I still remember deeply. The sky outside the window is like a shady scene, and the noisy city during the day has long been silent. Glyceryl butyrate. A short telephone bell suddenly rang, and my mother picked up the phone and held the microphone for a long time without saying a word. I looked at my mother doubtfully, and my mother said with a heavy voice: Grandpa has been diagnosed with lung cancer, which is terminal. What?
The next morning, it rained lightly in the cold sky, and my heart seemed to be wet by the cold rain. When I entered the ward, I sat in front of the hospital bed, holding Grandpa's skinny hand, looking at Grandpa's frowning brows due to pain and his chest undulating due to severe cough. I couldn't restrain my pain and tears welled up in my eyes. Grandpa's eyes are full of helplessness, staring at the ceiling all the time, as if looking at something, but he seems afraid to close his eyes. I suddenly found that people are so fragile, and born this way's difficult and terrible diseases came at once.
A few days later, my mother accompanied her and negotiated with the travel agency for a refund. The result was frustrating, and the prepaid expenses could only be refunded to 700 yuan. As the travel time approaches, my mother's face is covered with clouds. I know that on the one hand, she is suffering from the bad luck of her relatives, on the other hand, she is suffering from painful choices.
At the airport, at the ticket gate, my mother suddenly turned to me and said, good boy, let's not go, shall we stay with grandpa? Then he hugged me tightly, and I leaned on my mother's body, tears flowing freely, muttering: I won't go to my mother, we will stay with my grandfather. Seven days later, grandpa left us quietly.
After a long time, I asked my mother what made her finally make a choice, which was affection, baby. With 30,000 yuan gone, my mother can earn more. If you don't accompany grandpa to finish the last section of the road, you will leave a lifelong regret. Life can be a difficult process. Only by bravely bearing the pain of choice can we embrace a warm family and get full happiness.
I can't stand the seventh narrative article, "I'm ashamed of flowers falling in the moonlight." The ultimate beauty has been praised by the world and even spread for thousands of years. But if there is only one face in the bronze mirror in my life, even if I fall in love with the country, I am afraid it is just an "unbearable lightness of life."
Xuhui and Wu Meiniang live together in the harem. As far as beauty is concerned, Wu Meiniang is still above Xu Hui, but she is left out in the cold. Young Wu Meiniang was puzzled and asked Xu Hui in despair. Xu Hui said, "The king is unlucky. Those who serve others with color are quick, and those who serve others with talent are long." Mei Niang suddenly realized after listening to it. From then on, she diligently read poetry books, quickly regained her favor, and became a generation of female emperors. But without Xu Hui and her own efforts and experiences in Emperor Taizong, how could she become a legend?
It is often said that a person's feeling to others is not limited to his appearance, but also depends on his temperament, cultivation, expression and other factors. During the Three Kingdoms period, the Xiongnu emissary went to see Cao Cao. Cao Cao felt very inferior and thought he was ugly, so he let the handsome man sit in the right position and stood by with a knife. The messenger said that Wang Wei had a dignified appearance. His solemn appearance, gorgeous clothes and numerous servants still can't match the aura and courage that Cao Cao practiced in the war. It can be seen that sometimes temperament has a greater influence on people than appearance, but the cultivation of temperament needs the influence of inner beauty. This is the so-called "cultivating the heart", calming down and practicing meditation. One day, you suddenly look back and find yourself like a broken butterfly, reborn, with knowledge and years on you.
Looks can't stop the victory of talent. In 2020, Ma Yun, who ranked first in Asia on Forbes' list of the world's richest people in science and technology, was ugly, but this did not stop Ma Yun from succeeding in his career. If a person is talented enough, appearance will become less important to him.
Some people say that this is an era of looking at faces. Appearance is important, but talent is the real wealth that can be accumulated and utilized. In the era of Yan value, it is more important to "make face" and "repair heart". Don't let looks take over life, resulting in "unbearable lightness of life".