Sorry log

Sorry, log 1, the sky is blue and the sun is warm.

Walking in the campus full of youthful breath, a breeze mixed with faint sweet-scented osmanthus is blowing on my face, so close your eyes and take a deep breath. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery quietly.

Slowly open my eyes, facing the breeze, I continue to wander. The winding cobblestone roads, green trees and pebble tables are all so familiar. "One room, two rooms and three rooms have finally arrived." I smiled and walked slowly into the classroom, in front of the walls, tables and chairs. I touched everything left in the classroom. When I walked to the podium, I felt the thin crack. "Click, click, click" tears kept dripping like broken beads, and all the bitterness and guilt came to mind. The past came into my eyes like a movie.

That spring, there was a new transfer student in the class. I heard that she is not only beautiful, but also the principal's niece. It was delivered by the headmaster himself when he came. I met her several times, and she was really as beautiful as they said, but at that time I only had one month to prepare for the exam. I just want to review, and naturally I don't have much contact with her.

Time always flies, and the exam is coming soon in a month. I was just arranged to sit at a table behind her. At the beginning of the exam, I found something was wrong with her and kept looking around. But I don't care so much. Keep doing mine. But when I finished writing, I looked up and found that she had been there with her head down and her hands still moving. I was curious, so I took a look and found that she cheated in the book. I have a straightforward temper and can't tolerate any sand in my eyes. When I bumped into this scene, I exposed her on the spot, and all my classmates and teachers looked at us. The new classmate blushed and panicked. I don't know where to put my hand. Finally, I cried quietly and looked in the direction of teachers and classmates. I wonder why most of what I see from their eyes is a kind of silence that I don't want to say, and some even make me feel a little blamed.

Of course, this matter was handed over to the class teacher and stood with her, but she was not criticized, but I was persuaded. I glanced at her angrily and said to the teacher, "Just because she is the principal's niece? Teacher. " I turned my head and ran away regardless of her tears and what the teacher said. Why? I don't understand. Is this really the reason? I hate it. I hate this unfairness. So after school in the afternoon, when there was no one in the classroom, I smashed a crack in the podium with a stone, but it was very thin.

The next day, I didn't see her again, but I knew what happened. This year is the third year for her to repeat her studies. If she fails the exam again, she can't go on studying.

"I'm sorry"

Today, cracks still exist. Today, I still want to say, "I'm sorry."

Sorry, log 2. Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist. When writing this text, I was listening to Farmers and Fishermen. And it's single. Xiao Qiao is singing "Oh, if I still held his hand at that time, we would be happy in the bow."

I have heard many words like "Sorry, the number you dialed can't be connected for the time being". Sorry, the number you dialed is busy, please redial later. Sorry, the number you dialed is power off. Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service. "Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist."

Once fell in love with a phone number for a year. Including my corresponding number, I have been reluctant to change it. Including changing cities while studying. Everything was roaming at that time. I am reluctant to change my local number. So I barely lasted for half a year. I finally broke my heart and changed my number. Hmm. But even after so many years, I still remember those eleven numbers in my mind. Even if you don't dial. I think from "Sorry, the number you dialed is power off" to "Sorry, the number you dialed is power off", and finally it becomes "Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist."

Even if you stop falling in love and end your relationship, you still have such an old love for numbers.

I am. I really am.

Just like love for a person, it goes from insipid to deep love to insipid to disappearing.

If there is only one contact, and this contact is finally lost.

Think about the earthquake in 2008. I had a very caring person in Chengdu at that time. There was only one way to contact. But you know, the earthquake cut off all the signals. Every other day at lunch, there is a phone call to report peace. A lot of things have changed since then.

If what you hear over there is "Sorry, the number you dialed doesn't exist", will this life stop here?

Sorry, log 3 is the most urgent and the most beautiful scenery; The most hurtful thing is always the true feelings. I really want to say "I'm sorry" to you one day in the future.

That year, she was the happiest and most easily forgotten person for me. But my pain is the first person I think of; I was promoted step by step and will always be called an idiot.

Now, she is the person I can't forget when I am happy, but when I am sad, I once thought of your sad appearance. She is the person I want to see most when I am wandering alone on the road, and also the person I want to say sorry most in the past three years.

That summer, I saw that scene, the process that made me angry first and then regretted it. Unfortunately, it happened to be my birthday, and I vaguely saw him holding my beloved doll, which my grandmother gave me three years later. Watching you cut with scissors again and again, my heart ached and it hurt in my heart.

I was angry and drove to you angrily. I threw rusty scissors on the ground and said what you were doing. You didn't say anything, just silently bowed your head and wept, as if you were scared and couldn't say a word. You keep your head down, I look at you, and we are deadlocked like this. After more than two minutes, after a while you said, "I'm helping you ..."

I was really angry at that time. Since I stopped what you said, I regretted it when I shouted that sentence mercilessly. What I regret is not the sentence I shouted out, but the three-year friendship and the truest feelings. When I kicked him out, she didn't leave any tears.

Just a simple happy birthday, a lollipop with good memories. But what I left you was a fragmented memory, and the broken lollipop had an irreparable friendship. When I walked towards the doll, part of the doll shone in the sun. I ran to pick it up. What I see is a needle. Under the sunlight, it emits white light ... at that time, I seemed to understand everything. So you are really helping me.

Call me and I'll understand. ...

It turns out that you always remember me and hurt me, but I chose to forget you after three years of loneliness. I don't remember your name or even your face, but I remember that the lollipop you gave me was the best gift and the most precious memory of my childhood.

I know you will be gentle and beautiful as always, just as I miss your smile as always. It turns out that all we need is a reason to meet again. The next day, the sun was still shining and there was no happy atmosphere. I walked to her house step by step. When I arrived, I stopped my heavy footsteps and knocked on the door. The landlady opened the door and I asked, "Is xx there?"

The wife said in a coughing tone that her family left last night and said that she would go back to do some formalities during the summer vacation. I was surprised and said, "What's the procedure?" . The landlady impatiently said "transfer procedures". That year, that time, I stopped for a moment, walking alone on the path, listening to May's "I want to be happy" released by mp4, and that song kept ringing in my ears. ...

Two months passed, and on the day of school, I received a phone call from someone who admired me, and familiar words rang in my ears. As soon as I opened my mouth, I guessed it was you. At that time, the resentment suddenly came out. I don't know why, but I still can't say I'm sorry. ...

I didn't understand until three years later when another inexplicable phone call came. ...

It turns out that you always remember me and hurt me, but I chose to forget you after three years of loneliness. I don't remember your name or even your face, but I remember that the lollipop you gave me was the best gift and the most precious memory of my childhood.

I know you will be gentle and beautiful as always, just as I miss your smile as always. It turns out that all we need is a reason to meet again.

Sorry, log 4. It's been a year since grandpa died. At that time, the wound was scarred, and now it still hurts when touched. Today, when I was tidying up my room, I turned to the photos of my grandfather's trip before his death. The scarred wound seems to have been opened again, with severe pain. I looked at grandpa's kind smiling face, and tears crossed my eyes. Grandpa, I always owe you an apology.

Grandpa, you are tall and dark, and you always like to make loud laughter. I've always been stubborn and willful, and I'm tired of your earnest teaching. I began to alienate you and hate you. I sit far away from you every time I eat. Every time I go home, I go into my room and lock the door, and I don't meet you. At that time, I was really stupid, stupid and ignorant. I know that every time you stand in front of my closed door, you will look at the brown door deeply and sigh.

Grandpa, I was too young and ignorant at that time, but you didn't complain about my rudeness. Until that day, I didn't know your name, hear your loud laughter or see your kind smile, and realized that you had completely left me. Looking at the nurse silently covering the white cloth, my heart suddenly burst into pain and tears kept flowing down like broken pearls. I really wanted to rush in front of you and say I'm sorry.

I finally realized how stupid and shameful I was. You think of me wholeheartedly, you take care of me meticulously, and you love me without reservation. I still deeply remember that summer, when you sat in front of me with a bright smile and said to me in your loud and pleasant voice, "When you are admitted to a key middle school, I will take you to other places to play." But now, I got it, but you left me forever.

A year ago that winter, you suddenly had a high fever, which made our family very anxious. I still remember that when I came home with my schoolbag on my back, I saw your burly body holding a warm handbag, and the expression on your face had already become empty and crisp. I felt a quiver in my heart and went back to my room to continue my homework as usual. This time, I left the door unlocked. I saw you holding the handle, hesitated for a moment, and then let go. I walked back to your room silently, my vision blurred. In recent years, you have stood at the door of my room every time, expecting me not to shut you out. You always watch me do my homework through the window. The golden sunshine shines on your kind smiling face, which is so beautiful that I remember it vividly.

In Wuxi, the doctor gave you a comprehensive examination and got the result I wanted to hear most. Your cancer is terminal, and the doctor can't cure it. I don't believe the news, I really can't believe it. The world in front of me seems to have collapsed, my vision is gradually blurred, and the picture with you is vivid. I'm really afraid that you will suddenly leave me. I cried on my desk, crying wantonly. This is the first time for me 12 years to cry for someone. Looking at the smiling face in your photo, my heart ached.

That winter vacation, our family rushed to Wuxi. Aunt said to her father with tears in her eyes, one morning, you woke up and smiled at your family at the bedside. I dreamed that Binbin (my father) returned to Wuxi. I listened, and tears ran across my cheeks again and fell on the sofa. Your tall and burly figure appeared in front of my eyes, and my heart seemed to have a scar that was difficult to heal.

Some unpleasant things happened in Wuxi, and my brother and I were in trouble. That time, I didn't go to see you in anger. My parents look serious and feel sorry for my rudeness. The first time they were angry with me, I had to bite the bullet and go to the hospital. I didn't expect this to be the last time I saw you. Your dark face has become so pale, and your burly figure is getting thinner. Your pale lips moved gently, as if calling my nickname. I couldn't bear it any longer, and I jumped on you and cried. ...

Looking at grandpa's kind smiling face in the photo, I gently patted the dust off the photo. Recalling my rudeness to grandpa, I can't help crying. Grandpa, I've always wanted to say sorry to you, but you'll never hear me. ...

I'm sorry, mother, how many poets and writers are the subjects of such people, or a respected profession. Yes! Nothing can compare with her maternal love, because of her, so we exist. But times are changing step by step, and she can't keep up with the rhythm. This made my attitude towards her quite consistent with her attitude towards me, but she never understood what I meant, but it became my heart knot.

Today, I yelled at her. The reason is just that my sister's homework is to stick eggshells on the painting or use pen-and-ink drawing. How my heart wants to lose a word and a question in front of me. Because I saw the WeChat sent by my sister's teacher, saying that I wanted to use eggshell mapping, I just wanted to prove it, but I didn't expect nothing to happen. She insists that every child's homework is different. The more I correct it, do I want to make trouble? Or was it a mistake for me to say it?

It was proved that she was wrong. She sat there without making a sound, which made my heart pounding and I immediately felt scared at home. There are many questions in my mind: Did I poke her maternal love? Am I a rebellious child in her eyes? Did I break her heart? Am I wrong? Did I hurt her? Does she hate my wings getting hard? Does she hate raising me so big? Why doesn't she talk? Mom, please forgive me! Forgive my rudeness, forgive my carelessness, and forgive my child, a child who has not yet grown up.

Mom, you know, I'm timid. I hope my apology can meet your inner needs. I hope this article can float into your heart like a boat and calm my heart down.

Sorry, my dear mother.

I'm sorry. Growing up, my father gave me the biggest impression that he was not good at words but strict with me. His face always looks like someone owes him 5 million, which makes people afraid to get close. Father's love was ignored by me for a long time, and I didn't really understand it until then.

I was sick that time and slept for a day and a night. Many things happened suddenly from what my aunt told me, including everything my father did. The doctor told my father that my condition was dangerous and told him to get ready. When my father heard the doctor's words, he collapsed on the cold floor tile as if he had been transferred, and then held the doctor's hand, hoping that he could help me ... When I heard my aunt say those words, I felt heartache for my father. It turned out that during my coma, I always heard someone whispering something in my ear. It was none other than my father. I wonder when my father became so melodramatic. What I didn't mention before is now coming out of his mouth, and my father can only say it when I am in a coma.

Because my mother accompanied my sister to study abroad and couldn't come back in time, my father took care of me a few days before I got sick. After a day and a night in a coma, I woke up. My father was ecstatic when he saw me wake up, and his frowning brows stretched out. He hurriedly arranged meals for me, and then took my head on the stairs on the sixth floor. Although it is still early spring, my father's back is already sweating. At that time, I suddenly realized that it was not that my father was strict with me on weekdays because he didn't love me, but that he hoped that I could live an independent life wherever I went in the future, but his way of expressing love was too strange and misunderstood me. Fatherly love is a kind of hidden love, not a kind of negligible love. We should all love our father well, because the greatness of fatherly love is far beyond our imagination, so I am glad that I found that hidden fatherly love.

Sorry, log 7. Finally, my father left me forever. I thought I could face the ending I knew would come, but a week later, I still miss my father. I'm still afraid to face this ending.

As soon as my father left, I left the place where I was born and raised and went to another place, a place far away from home, because I was afraid of being hurt by the scenery. But as the days passed, I found myself ridiculous. It turns out that missing someone doesn't mean that you won't miss it when you leave that place. After all, he has been deeply imprinted in your mind. After all, he is a person who has accompanied you and cared for you for more than 20 years.

In the following days, I will always cry silently when I am alone in the dead of night, look through the diary I wrote when I was with you, and hate myself why I secretly disliked the smell of your illness at that time, why I made excuses to avoid your phone calls again and again, and why I kept you from enjoying the care of your family in the last time. ......

I'm sorry, father, please forgive me for saying those selfish words silently in my heart, and forgive my unfilial. . . However, no matter how much I beg your forgiveness, I deeply understand that you will never come back, and you will never forgive my past mistakes. ......

The day you left, I always thought you couldn't leave. At that time, I thought to myself, maybe you will wake up, maybe you just fell asleep. . . But the next day, when I saw your blackened cheekbones and forehead, I knew you had really gone, forever and ever.

Dear dad, how are you doing in heaven now? I always miss you from time to time, think of the scenes you taught me, think of what you taught me and my sister at the dinner table in junior high school, and think of chatting with you alone in the living room every time I go home in senior high school. At that time, you complained about your mother cooking, and I complained about her nagging. How wonderful those years were! But now, the eternal separation between heaven and man is true, and it won't give me a chance to go back on my word. ......

Today, I suddenly saw this sentence: The world is your legacy, and I am your only legacy.

Dad, am I your legacy in this world? You see all your children have grown up, and I am left alone in this world without you. ......

I am so looking forward to how to take you around the world, visit all the museums in the world, discuss history with you and talk about the future society together, but you won't even give me this opportunity.

My father, although I have been so angry about the injustice of life, I know clearly in my heart that I didn't know how to cherish your love before, and I was wrong, forever. Now, I really feel sorry for you. Think about your last painful days, maybe I can only comfort myself and pray that you will have a better life now. At least, there will be no more cancer cells.

They say that the expectation of a person's happiness is to hope that he can live well. Then, even if I have to bear the pain of missing from now on, as long as you have no pain, I will live a good life with your expectations. Don't worry too much about me.

I promise you, I will take good care of my body and choose someone who can spend the rest of my life with me to take care of me instead of you, so that you can feel at ease in heaven!

However, I still want to say to my father: I'm sorry. I miss you!

Sorry, log 8. We have quarreled, quarreled, cried and suffered, and we are still alive like this. ...

I'm sorry, I'm still such a playboy when I'm with you. You always say that I am your' Xiao Chao' and that I am stupid and always don't know how to take care of myself. ...

Honey, you know, I am an insecure person. Remember 1 that day, you told me that we would never break up again. ....

Maybe my recklessness finally angered you. Every time I chat with you, it seems to you that I am always absent-minded and always miss my game. Every time we meet, I always play with my mobile phone and leave you alone every time. Sorry, I am wrong ...

You said, not every apology can be exchanged, it doesn't matter. When I heard this sentence, my heart hurt inexplicably and I don't know why. ...

Do you remember I told you last night that if one day you don't want me, no one really wants me. You said, fool, no, I didn't say I don't want you. ...

Really? Do you still want me? I'm so selfish. I really want to keep you with me. There are not many people who are kind to me, and there are not a few who are distressed, but you are one of them. ...

You agreed this time. Everybody think about it. We had a few conflicts. There have been several conflicts these days. Think about it. Don't put my words aside. How many times have you heard what I said?

I said that time is the best way to treat sadness. I will never believe you when you say that. ...

Honey, are you leaving me? My big fool, my big slacker, my big fool, I don't want you to leave me, I don't want it, really. ...

We are a suspicious couple. We always hide each other carefully. You were discovered by your parents, so was I, but my aunt saw us walking together several times, and every time she came home, she would come and ask me, and my mother would follow me. How I want to tell them loudly that we are in love, not playing with each other. ...

I'm scared now, really scared, afraid that you will leave me ... I don't know what I will do to you in the future, and I let you down too much.

I'm still crying badly. I cry when I think about it. Now I miss your arms so much. ...

Dear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I love you! ! !

Sorry, log 9. March 20th every year is the biggest temple fair in China. The small temple at the head of the village has changed its past coldness and become very lively. People from all over the country will come, some will burn incense, some will make wishes, and some will make wishes. For us students, this day can of course be a holiday and a good stroll. On this day, unknown vendors will come, and even fortune tellers are countless.

At that time, you were a lovely girl at home. Everyone in the family called you Xiao Qiong. She lived five miles away from my home. However, when we were studying in the same school and class, we found you difficult to get along with and said you were difficult to get along with. Besides my brother, you are the only sister in the family, so you are the most favored little girl in the family. But at the same time, we went to study in a town more than 20 miles away from home, and slowly we were inseparable. Joan is a girl.

Every year at a temple fair like this, I invite my friends to come, and we will make an appointment to see a fortune teller. What I didn't trust at that time was the fortune teller. We specially asked them to calculate for us. Many friends booed when the calculation was not timely, which made the fortune teller afraid to ask us for money. Joan didn't dare to shush, but her eyes were bright. After that, Joan told me quietly that you are really brave.

Since then, you have often asked me to come to your house to play, so I will come to see you as soon as I have time. Every time we study together at a temple fair, I invite Joan. Tired of visiting the temple fair, we invited some good friends to play in the mountains. The best memory is that one year, after visiting the temple fair, we climbed the mountain with our friends. Like exploring, we climbed the steepest mountain and the deepest forest. These are for us who have been doing farm work since childhood. But you didn't say a word, and you had a good time. But I found that Joan did not follow me as usual, but followed him. He is my favorite wind, and I like him for a long time. Although we didn't say anything, as long as there is me, he is there. I don't know when it started. I found Joan blushing and her eyes shining when she was talking to Lin Feng. My heart thumped, I don't know.

Although I don't know what attitude it is, Joan often asks about him. I know Joan doesn't know I like coming, but I'm getting to know what Joan thinks. I didn't know what to do at that time, but come still appeared in our lives. We sing together, and Joan always looks into his eyes affectionately, which makes me at a loss. Come always gives me things, and I always pass them on to Joan. I always take Joan with me, too. In our time, I was afraid to say love when I was in love, and I had to bring a companion when I was dating, so I was in a very painful state. I dare not tell Joan about this pain, nor do I have the courage to ask LAM Raymond.

However, Joan's infatuation surprised me. Then I went to work without studying, and then I got married. Joan and I continued to study, and then Joan graduated and got a boyfriend at the urging of her family. She told me that this boyfriend looked like coming, and I was surprised, but then they broke up. Originally, come's marriage hit me hard, but I felt more guilty when I saw Joan. Later, my purpose was to let Joan start her next relationship, but she really talked later and got married. I heard that marriage is not very good, but the contact between us is getting less and less.

I often think of Joan unintentionally. I often feel that I have put her in an emotional dilemma. I didn't have the courage to tell her that year, so every time I think of her, I feel sorry for her!

Sorry, log 10 Everyone has had their first love. Maybe you are still together, so please cherish it and don't hesitate; Maybe you are separated now, so please let go and stop pestering.

But I can't even do the second thing in my life. We have become enemies, and we will never get his blessing again in this life. It's very sad! The most ridiculous thing in this world is that the former lover has become an enemy! This kind of scene always appears in costume dramas, but I know I'm not the heroine.

I met him too early. At that time, I didn't know what love was. Just willfully think that he is willing, I can wait until we break up. It was such a random start that changed the trajectory of my life ... so that I haven't forgotten the true face of that person yet. Maybe he already has a better girl than me; Maybe he has forgotten that there is another me he loved; Maybe he is no longer as young and ignorant as he was at the beginning; Maybe ... I remember what he used to say most often: "I'm sorry, I love you." But it has always stayed in my heart. Maybe, but no maybe, I miss you so much, but I know you won't stay here after all.

I'm sorry. I love you.