Collection of essays

An Xiao dreamed about something that happened when she was eight years old.

An Xiao left school that day and was going home.But on the way, he was stopped by a man in shabby clothes with a bag on his back.

His hair was messy and he looked distressed.He asked An Xiao to lend him some money to buy some steamed buns and a bottle of water.

An Xiao looked at this homeless man and subconsciously thought he was a liar, so he refused to lend him money anyway.Finally, under his pleading, he reluctantly gave him one yuan to buy water.

In fact, An Xiao still had a lot of money with him at that time.

But An Xiao felt that people like this were liars.

One, the prejudice produced by osmosis.

Now An Xiao saw this scene again, and felt guilty from the bottom of his heart.She didn't know how much courage that person mustered up and how desperate he was before he could put down his dignity, stop a passerby at random, and ask her for help.

An Xiao didn't know how many times he was rejected.

An Xiao only knew that she was now having a disturbed conscience because of her own prejudice and her refusal.

An Xiao dreamed of many, many pasts.

bias.

This vicious word made An Xiao's conscience full of holes.

Prejudice does not choose people, nor does it arise out of thin air.

It was born along with "evil" from the moment humans were called "human beings", and then, like a disease, it split into various categories, spread, spread, and finally grew stronger among the crowd.

No one is free from prejudice.

But not all are villains.

Of course, no one is purely good.

Everyone has evil and good, so people become "human beings".

An Xiao suddenly remembered that it was written in a book she had read.

Everyone has biases.

But prejudice is not an absolute criterion for judging a person's good and evil.

So An Xiao thought of her mother.

Her mother, although she also has some prejudice against her.

But An Xiao thought that her mother's love and pity for her were not acted out.

Mother loves her too.

However, in the end, pride was greater than love.

So she was thrown off the street.

But An Xiao still didn't give up.

She thought, would mother have regretted it?

She thought that her mother's last words had actually softened a lot.

She thought, in fact, as long as she tolerated her mother's prejudice and obeyed her mother, her mother would still love her.

But why?

Consciousness began to refute again.

Why do you always have to obey others?

You are you, not anyone's subsidiary.

The body retorted.

But, now I can only obey.

I have no way to support myself.

I just graduated from junior high school.

I'm still too weak.

Yes, weak.

Because he was weak, he had to bow his head.

Because she is weak, she has to be obedient.

An Xiao opened her eyes, sat on the bench and thought for a whole night.

Finally she bowed her head.

back home.

Bought a wig and pretended to be a girl again.

Then he endured it until he was an adult.

An Xiao didn't want to resist anymore.

When she thought about the past, she only felt that she was ridiculous.

A girl has to look like a girl, so what's the point of keeping the size?

No wonder her mother rejected her so much at first.

Girl, be like a girl.

Girls can only do what girls should do.

Because, she is a girl.

An Xiao found that she understood her mother's feelings more and more.

She is becoming more and more like a mother.

Later, she listened to her mother, found a man who was perfect in everyone's eyes, and got married.

no love.

But she has reached the age of marriage.

There must be something wrong with girls who don't get married when they reach their age.

All say so.

An Xiao understood them.

Because An Xiao has become such a person.

An Xiao didn't realize that her consciousness hadn't appeared for a long time.

Because he was weak, he chose to bow his head.

But she forgot that there is a word in the world called assimilation.

There is another word called habit.

The author has something to say:

. . . .Is the style of the recent articles a bit dignified?

Try opening a cute article tomorrow.

Ok. . . .

. .Just try →_→

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