Afterthoughts on the necklace

While tidying up the bookcase, I accidentally found a dusty copy of "The Collected Novels of Maupassant". The article "The Necklace" attracted me the most. Mrs. Mathilde ruined her youth for a night of vanity, to squeeze into the upper class, and to attract attention!

What is vanity? Vanity is a terrible thing. It makes people lose their minds, forget their own things, and ruin their youth and life! Mrs. Mathilde was carried away by vanity. "Void" is empty and "glory" is glory. The combination of the two is empty and false glory, but many people regard this kind of glory as their own beautiful decoration. In order to pay off the string of debts to Fores, Mathilde Madame Thiet borrowed and subsequently lost a valuable necklace. I was in debt everywhere and ended up penniless. I think even ten thousand vanities cannot compare to one true glory. Vanity is an extremely gorgeous mask that covers up the truth and makes you extremely beautiful, but what kind of face is behind this mask?

I vaguely remember that by chance, two of my Chinese paintings were selected by the "Hongruixing Hotel" and hung in the main hall of the hotel. After learning about this, at my strong request, , my parents finally agreed to take relatives and friends to the hotel to see the beauty of Chinese paintings. When I arrived at the hotel, I couldn't wait to show off to the adults: "My painting is great! Those two reed chickens are so lifelike!" I couldn't help but feel elated.

After returning home, I was even more elated and showed off my painting skills to my parents. At this time, I had fallen into vanity unknowingly. It was my mother who pulled me out of vanity. He said to me sincerely: "Don't be vain. People who are truly capable will not show off everywhere. Don't be self-righteous with just a few achievements." From then on, I studied Chinese painting more seriously.

Everyone has vanity. As long as we turn this vanity into a real motivation, a motivation for progress, we will continue to make progress! Speaking of which, I made another cup of oolong tea, and while smelling the strong aroma of tea, I read "The Necklace" again. . . . . .