Emotional choice 1:
What a small world.
Buddha said that it takes 500 years of practice to get the fate of people passing by.
It is said that Cangyang Jiacuo's long poem "If I can shrink back in a tear" also said: I use all the ways in the world to go backwards, just to meet you in this life. Another poem is said to be his poem "That Day": At that time, I searched all over the mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
As the saying goes, "Life is somewhere tomorrow", but some encounters are too coincidental and accidental. There seems to be an invisible force around, which can only be described as "weird". This kind of meeting is sometimes an acquaintance and sometimes a stranger, and the accidental meeting with strangers often has unexpected effects.
Travel is like life. Sometimes you think the world is big and small; History is a long river, all people, but you have to meet the destined person at the destined time and place.
Ten years ago, from June, 5438 to February, 2002, I visited Europe with a business delegation organized by my superior unit. One day, after visiting Venice, Italy, I ate in a Chinese restaurant. When I got off the bus, I saw a group of people outside. They seemed to have some familiar faces. On closer inspection, it turned out to be an acquaintance of a local unit. When the two sides say hello, they are both surprised and happy! It turned out that they also went to Venice in Europe and had dinner there. What a coincidence that you took the opposite route, across continents and countries, and met at the same meeting place at the same time!
The same situation has been encountered several times in China. Last July, I went to Wutai Mountain in Shanxi thousands of miles away with my retired self-help travel partner Lao Huang. When I was visiting and shooting in the Golden Hall of Daxiantong Temple, I suddenly met a group of people climbing stairs. Both sides were dumbfounded and both "sighed". It turns out that the other party is actually an acquaintance of several units in Chongqing!
More than five years ago, from mid-June, 5438+October, 2006 10, I went to collect wind in western Sichuan and drifted across Sandaoqiao Village in Geshizha Valley, Danba County, Ganzi Prefecture. I took photos of two Jia Rong Tibetan women at work (I sent them back). Four years later, during the National Day holiday of 20 10, I accompanied my brothers and sisters to the Danbageshza Valley. When I was talking about two Tibetan women in the shooting place, one of them happened to come from the other side of the suspension bridge carrying the harvested buckwheat and recognized her during the shooting. Ask, it really is! Four years later, people have hardly changed! When I was happy, I took a photo of this girl named Dogisham carrying buckwheat at work (later sent it to her). What a coincidence! Two minutes earlier or two minutes later, we missed the chance to meet again! I have been very emotional about this meeting ever since.
In April this year (20 12), I met Lao Huang on a self-help tour in * * * *, and his personality was an adventure of * * * *, which was unforgettable and touching.
On April 4th, when I was visiting Taohua Village in Linzhi, I heard a tourist talking to himself with a Chongqing accent. It turns out that Mr. Wu is from Qianjiang, Chongqing. He worked hard in * * * for many years. Because my father is old, he decided to quit his job and go back to his hometown to be filial. He drives an Accord car himself, ready to drive all the way along the Sichuan-Tibet line and drive back to Qianjiang, Chongqing. And Lao Huang worked and settled in Qianjiang for many years. We didn't talk more and more affectionately, but simply met. On that day, we searched everywhere for Taohua Village on both sides of Yangni River. The next day, Lao Huang and I went to Bomi in his car, lived in Baka Village together and traveled to peach blossom ditch together, which not only facilitated the traffic between Lao Huang and me, but also saved the trouble of hitchhiking or renting a car, adding a lot of fun and excitement. When I saw the good scenery along the way, I wanted to shoot it. Unfortunately, we can't accompany him to walk the rest of the way, because we are going back to * * *. I've always wanted to take a walk along the Yunnan-Tibet line and visit Meili Snow Mountain in Dexin. If I go, I can take a ride with him to Mangkang and then transfer. Some sections of Sichuan-Tibet line and Yunnan-Tibet line are not easy to walk, with few bus trips and great randomness. What a pity this rare opportunity! After Lao Huang returned to Qianjiang, he also met the Lao Wu family twice and became brother and sister from then on. (Poetic screen name)
Arriving in * * *, Lao Huang and I planned to visit Norbulingka on the morning of April 12, and went out early in the morning to wait for the bus at the roadside bus stop outside the hotel. Not being familiar with the route, I asked a middle-aged man who looked like a cadre waiting for the bus, which bus should I take to Norbulingka? The gentleman said at first that he didn't know, and then said, "Why don't you take my car?"? My car will come in a minute. Go that way and I can give you a ride. " Neither Lao Huang nor I thought of such a good thing, and even said, "How dare you?" The gentleman said, "Nothing, by the way!" " "You know, this is a completely strange and accidental meeting! Sure enough, a Toyota cross-country stopped in front of us for a while, and there was only one person in the back seat except the driver, just enough for us to sit down. You see that gentleman has a righteous face and doesn't look like a bad guy. Lao Huang and I got on the bus with both happy and uneasy feelings, and even said thank you. After the bus left, before we came to our senses, the gentleman knew that we were traveling from Chongqing to * * * and asked if we had gone to Shannan. I said no, but he said they were going to Shannan on business and would come back the same day. Suggest that we go to Shannan together. Hehe, the so-called "Shannan" generally refers to Zedang Town, Naidong County, where Shannan is located, just as Linzhi generally refers to Bayi Town, where Linzhi is located. Shannan is not far from * * *, and it is the birthplace of * * * farming culture and religious culture. There are * * * famous cultural sites such as Yongbulakang, the first palace in Tibet, the first temple, Sanye Temple and Changzhu Temple, which were originally one of the candidates for our self-help. I thought I might put it down, because I was afraid I couldn't take the shuttle bus back and forth, but I didn't expect to "walk through the iron shoes." "
It doesn't take much effort to find a place to do it. "All of a sudden, there was such a good opportunity. Of course, "respect is better than obedience." Lao Huang and I agreed without hesitation! Fortunately, it was not too late to go to Norbulingka the next day, so we took a bus all the way to Shannan. In addition to being surprised, we are also grateful inside! During the conversation, I learned that this gentleman's name is Wang and he is from Henan. He was a soldier in * * * first, then in * * *, and now he is the boss of an engineering supervision company. I'm embarrassed to thank us. He said it was inconvenient for everyone to go out. He has been in the local area for many years and is familiar with people. There is nothing to stop. What a generous, hospitable and helpful person! When I arrived in Zedang, Shannan, Mr. Wang went to work and arranged for the driver to run for dozens of kilometers to send me and Lao Huang directly to Yongbulakang. In the afternoon, he called us before returning to * * * and asked the driver to meet us at Changsha, Zhuzhou and Xiangtan Temple. What makes us feel guilty most is that after returning to * * * in the evening, Mr. Wang insisted on treating us to a beef soup pot before breaking up. We meet by chance, without any cost, but treat people with such enthusiasm and sincerity, which really makes us feel a kind of human warmth! We usually see too much ugliness in the world from the media. It seems that there are liars, thieves, robbers and apathy everywhere, which makes people suspicious everywhere and always vigilant. But from this incident, I can see that there are many good people in the world, Rainbow and Ji You, and because of them, people feel that the world is still perfect! Learn from them and be a good person! Lao Huang and I feel very troubled and have nothing to report. We gave it to Mr. Wang when we parted.
I left my phone number and repeatedly asked him to call Chongqing when he had the chance. We must spend good time with him.
This kind of adventure always makes people feel a little perfect and useful for life. Of course, the strangest experience in my life was that I met a woman after being demoted to this small mountain county a few decades ago. When I first met her, I knew I would spend my life with her! This woman is my wife.
A brother and sister answered the social topic of "how many times have we met in life" in a search, which is well said: life is the time after countless encounters, and life itself is actually a trip. Because of the encounter, the journey has a lot of unexpected touches and warmth. Of course, if you have more melancholy and loneliness in your heart, it is that your heartstrings have been inadvertently touched by another strange heart. If you can't find the scenery where you can chew life, let the journey of life have scenery; If you can't find a brother and sister who can accompany me for life, let me have a brother and sister in my life. I finally understand why I love traveling so much.
Tomorrow's life somewhere, meeting is a song.
Emotional choice 2:
What a small world.
As for fate, I have always had a wonderful guess that there are some fatalistic factors, not human resources. For example, the dusty traveler I saw abroad is a hidden mirror flower for me after all, out of reach, including my bosom friend who fell in love at first sight. Just like the fate of past lives was engraved on the stone of Sansheng, which led to the beautiful talk that "Sansheng shines on Sansheng, and Sansheng rarely has a bosom friend". If all encounters are reunions after a long separation, and parting is to get together better, just like spring flowers and autumn leaves, then this parting is also an invisible doom and becomes a reasonable thing. I think, if the fate is not over, life will be somewhere tomorrow.
-Inscription (good screen name)
Walking out of the manager's office with trepidation, I felt heavier and more uneasy than before. After a day and a night of hesitation, I finally got up the courage to resign. The reason is a little helpless or far-fetched, but it is still useful after all, so that the manager will not blame me. But in the process of telling, my body and mind are shaking. Maybe it's the first time I've experienced such a thing, and I always feel embarrassed.
I feel uneasy because two of my colleagues also resigned from the manager not long ago, and one of them was satirized by the manager. Because he didn't do well enough, it doesn't matter if he came or left, and the other one had a verbal conflict with the manager. The specific reason is only known to her. After listening to their resignation experience, I was worried, thought about it for a day, and finally decided to leave.
After the trembling voice said that she resigned, she didn't expect the manager to persuade her to stay. She said, "Well done, why are you leaving?" If you want to leave, I can't bear to part with you. "I don't know how to deal with this statement. I just feel more reluctant to say it, but the core purpose is still firm. In short, I have to go. She was speechless and had to reply "Think again", so I came out in frustration and saw one of the supervisors (four in all). She blinked and whispered to me, "Is the manager not letting you go? In fact, we are also very reluctant to part with you. " I walked to the personnel department with a smile. However, from beginning to end, she didn't dare to look at our supervisor and remained silent. I think I know her now. She is the one who loathes me the most, and I am doomed to fail her. Sometimes my words are so weak that I dare not take one more step to look at her.
Knock on the door of the personnel department. It's very quiet inside. Fortunately, there is only one person in charge of leaving the company. The first sentence is that I want to resign. She stared at me with her mouth open and asked, "Why did you quit?" You know, if you leave, I won't even have a strong opponent. I'm still looking forward to the typing competition next year. I have to win you. "This sentence makes me feel a heartbreaking pain, faint, like a dream. Then she dialed the manager's phone, and they sighed at each other on the phone. The manager expects me to beat her next year, and she is saving her strength, hoping to beat me well next year. Although she is the first this year, she knows that I just typed a few more words than her. As far as typing speed is concerned, I typed more than 50 words than her in ten minutes, which is a big gap. Let me understand. ：
Originally, I just wanted to be like those two colleagues, a person who came without a trace. I didn't cause a sensation when I came, and I didn't cause a sensation when I left. Because from that day on, I was the one who was destined to leave. Without persistence, I wouldn't be sad, I didn't give up, and I didn't miss it. However, it backfired, and soon after I came, it caught the attention of our supervisor, whether from sharp words or from
Until a few days ago, the company held a typing competition for all employees, and more than a dozen departments were dispatched. Everyone who can type took part. This was originally an indifferent attitude towards soy sauce. Unexpectedly, when the curtain rang, as the referee exclaimed, "Wow, 86 1, the first place deserved it." All eyes turned to me and I just smiled shyly. It's just that this embarrassed the girl from the personnel department who won the championship again last year. It is precisely because she came to the competition site with the expectation that everyone would be the first. Speaking of psychological stress, she is 100%, while I am 0. Then the news that "a new employee became the fastest typist this year" spread like wildfire. If I were just a clerk, everyone would know me. I don't have a stunning appearance, and I dress strangely. I just always have a serious expression, a simple dress and a plain face.
Since then, I have become the capital that managers can show off, the pride of supervisors, and others in the department are still polite to me. Although it is only a small game, the glory that stands out from the crowd is not the amount of bonus won in the end, but the potential and attitude.
Speaking of our supervisor, that's a famous girl with a hot mouth and a good heart. People in the whole department are afraid of her mouth, and they can scold you for nothing, but she will stand up when you are in trouble and make you love and hate. Even the manager will not be angry with her directly, but love her more. After all, she is still a person with clear grievances. Although her mouth is unforgiving, in my opinion, it is only a means to defend her status and majesty. Needless to say, it really works Even the supervisor at the same level should be afraid of her three points and often please her.
And I, who was valued by the supervisor, naturally got the care of other supervisors. Although I am often criticized by their subordinates, I just laugh it off. In my mind, a leader will never be as lacking in literacy as those small employees, otherwise it will be difficult for him to convince others with virtue. One of the differences between leaders and subordinates is that everyone has a temper, but leaders can tolerate it and be tactfully obedient, while subordinates are like bitches. Yelling and cursing at the top of your lungs in front of everyone, if you dispute with her, she will push her luck. After a class, every time I meet this situation, I will keep silent. When she finishes yelling, I will look at her and do my work as if nothing has happened.
So far, I am the best person in this department. Of course, this is what the supervisor saw. She always praises me and criticizes other employees for their poor work, in order to understand me. However, this is not my pride. I just want to have less disputes, more peace and do my job well. I have no intention of being a "red man" or a "thorn in the side" in everyone's eyes. (mentality adjustment)
Speaking of the grievances you have suffered since you joined the company, it is really worth talking about, that is, the first time you had an argument with someone. The supervisor was on vacation that day, and I went to work alone. Without the protection of my supervisor, I found myself in a trance. Naturally, I will try my best to do my job well, but I will still be scolded by everyone in the end. On that day, I was really busy and couldn't do anything at once, but I didn't understand or understand, only complaining and criticizing. I was not alone. At that moment, I only felt my heart full of pain, and then I burst into tears and couldn't cry. I am a woman who loves to cry.
After that, I was helpless. I only dialed the telephone number of the supervisor, and when I got through, I cried speechless. The supervisor comforted me and said, don't be sad. Speak slowly. I'll come with you. She said I know, you go to eat first, and I'll solve it. Then I came back from dinner, and the other two supervisors began to help me. One of them tried to wipe my tears with a tissue and said, "Look, little face! So the storm of the day, instantly subsided.
Another time, I was framed by my colleagues for no reason, and I insisted that it was my fault. It's also futile for me to argue with her, because she is famous for hiding the knife in the smile and being a sly old fox. Afterwards, I heard someone say that she likes to bully new employees because she likes to bully others. So I couldn't tell the bitterness at that time, and tears flooded my eyes again. The supervisor came forward to help me solve it. Instead, he said to me in a tone of hating iron and not turning it into steel: "Learn a lesson, pay attention next time, and don't cry for me again. It's hopeless!" Since then, I have never quarreled with anyone and shed tears. Whenever I have an argument, I immediately take out a piece of paper and show it to him. There are words and evidence. If you find it is my fault, then I will provide it to you. If you deny it for no reason, so can you.
The third time, on that day, everyone knew that I would be very busy. At work, I sat at work with a gray mood. In a quiet room, because it's the weekend, the supervisor and manager get off work as usual, and I'm the only one, so I'm afraid it's hard to cope. Then I saw the director coming. She met my puzzled eyes and said, "New Moon, I'm here to help you because I'm afraid you'll be busy this day." At that moment, I was filled with emotion. I always knew that the supervisor was very kind to me. Even if she criticizes my mistakes in my work very rudely on weekdays, I am not black and easy to understand. I know she did it for my own good, and only when she made a mistake can she correct it. Even though the day ended in a mess and I didn't do a lot of things I should do, before anyone could accuse me, the supervisor defended me: "She's too busy. I'll teach you how to do it. Help yourself." She always injects a warm current when my heart is like thin ice, teaching me how to turn around to live up to it, but knowing that once I turn around, it will be the end of the world.
On the way back, I was tired and depressed. I am an emotional person, and I can never take parting lightly, nor can I stay out of it without being hurt. If you say, why are you leaving? There are many reasons, but the only thing I can convince myself is that night shift is harmful to health. Many nights, I struggled at work and had to deal with some friends who repeatedly said that I stayed up late and hurt my health. I was silent and didn't want to talk. I just don't want to worry people who care about me. I know they care about me.
People who know that I work the night shift regard it as my dear brother and sister, Linger and her brother. The two closest people in front of me are both early risers. Every morning after the night shift, they always send me the warmest words. If they always let me have a good rest after breakfast, they will not stop and bring warmth and peace of mind to my tired body and mind, so being deeply loved by others is a small pleasure. The latter belongs to the late-night sleeping type, and they can always say a word or two to me after others sleep most nights. At that time, it happened that I was not busy, looking at the silent space and the dark portraits of my friends. The greetings received at this time must be warm as spring, but I know I can't be selfish, so I will urge you to go to bed early. Thank you for always being by my side. As dear Linger said, she felt sorry for me, and you didn't know I would.
I have been in poor health and have many problems, but the most serious one is low back pain. I didn't get enough rest, and my low back pain lasted for so long until the end of my internship, so I had to make a clean break and start over. I am covered with skin and influenced by my parents. My life should not be wasted by my ignorance. It also belongs to my parents, so I have to go. If I can be a heartless person, I would rather.
Until now, I still don't understand why that girl named Juan helped me finish all the things I couldn't take care of when I was on the night shift. This has always moved me, the person who looks like a high school student but is already the mother of the child. And that colleague, Yuan Honglian, is the cutest person in my eyes. She would look at me and say, "The new moon has lost weight, so pitiful." The tone is distressed and concerned. I can hear it and feel it. Also, uncle canteen will be scolded by others when he comes back from cooking. It is precisely because his meals are always expensive and the amount is still small that I went there once. He not only gave a lot, but also received no money. There is also a producer named Chen, who is beautiful but full of beans. These are the people who moved me. Those unpleasant pasts, I just want to leave them on the street corner scattered by the wind and return to my purity and loneliness.
Whether the supervisor is kind to me because I am in that position or my own personality makes her optimistic, her help and touch have always been in my heart. I love all warm people and things, love to keep all warm moments and memories, and soothe my already cold heart in a quiet place. Through the "not simple" evaluation she gave me at the beginning, I hope this expectation can be turned into a lucky wing, and I will fly more bravely and confidently with my future career.
When I woke up, the sun had gone. The heat in the south of the Yangtze River during the day was unbearable, but it was refreshing at night. The evening breeze blew into my heart, which made me cool and relaxed.
If life is like the first time, why leave sadly? Life is like this, each section of the road has its own scenery. If you can't get back to the water at that time, look forward to the mountains at this time. It's a long time, and after several years, there's no need to say goodbye. It's already an indefinite meeting.
However, fate in this life means that the most beautiful scenery is worth remembering, and caring about is to live somewhere tomorrow.
Emotional choice 3:
What a small world.
Live somewhere tomorrow, where life is inseparable. Life goes with the flow, do it and cherish it.
Tomorrow, we will meet somewhere. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . Looking back suddenly, we met in the twilight of thousands of Baidu search; When the water is poor, let's meet in the flowing water of another village.
Life in a certain place tomorrow, flowers bloom and fall sometimes, floating like a dream, like flowers outside the dream, with water on the edge.
Live somewhere tomorrow, you have your horizon and I have my cloak. My body is like floating dust and rain, and I feel like clear water. Fate is not vicissitudes, vicissitudes are just as well.
Life is somewhere tomorrow, it's good to have you in the world of mortals! Looking far away, your sadness is painted for me, and my sadness is dyed for you. Lend me a bright spring and give me an autumn smile. Listening to the rain in the dream, there is a season of flowers. Elsewhere, flowers are everywhere, and they are very happy.
Live somewhere tomorrow, have a dream, flowers are not flowers, the moon is full of buildings. Just to look up, but gently sing in emotion, grasp a kind of sincerity, spend tears, send a warm touch to hide in your heart, and let the wind tease you.
I don't need any commitment to live somewhere tomorrow, but I'm afraid I'll be lonely because of you. I just want your blessing so that I can watch the sunrise and sunset with a smile every day and wait quietly until the flowers bloom and fall.
Live somewhere tomorrow and cherish every moment when you look back, because there will always be your deep gaze, which will warm every leisurely turn. Be your spring, full of gardenias, full of fragrance, folded into your deep blessing.
Living somewhere tomorrow, sadness knocks on my heart quietly. I want to wave gently, but I just stare all the way; I want to express myself heartily, but I'm just ecstatic; I tried my best to keep my fingertips, but I just burst into tears.
Living somewhere tomorrow, maybe this is a beginning, maybe this is a process, maybe this is an end. A start, don't be sad; A process, without nostalgia; An end, no regrets. With your memory, there will always be spring flowers.
Life somewhere tomorrow is both touching and painful. I want to float in the wind, but I turn to sadness. Across the years, flowers and leaves are not right. Let poetry flow with the water, but leave the true feelings behind. All my concerns are for you.
Live somewhere tomorrow, let your heart wander and love wander. The rivers and lakes with you have precipitated a beautiful vicissitudes of life, engraved into a legend of night after night. Every dawn, I always look forward to the miracle of life and meet you; Every evening, I will always appreciate the gift of life and cherish the thoughts you gave me.
Living somewhere tomorrow, a beautiful fate is printed on a beautiful day. Full of your joy, turn love into a picture scroll. The full moon is a painting and the moon is a poem. Count your smiles and keep them in your heart warmly.
Living somewhere tomorrow, crossing past lives, doomed to the reincarnation of fate. Sour and sweet pleasure, green and astringent smile, lonely song, so far away, I passed by you. And I've always been there, always somewhere.
Life somewhere tomorrow will be like meeting for the first time. People are thousands of miles away, picking the bright moon to send acacia, in a hurry, in a hurry, miss your season. If I am surprised, I will pass by like this, without trace, not as good as your glance.