Sorry log

The sky is blue and the sun is warm.

Walking on the campus full of youthful breath, the breeze mixed with faint sweet-scented osmanthus came to my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and I quietly enjoyed the beauty.

I slowly opened my eyes and faced the breeze. I continued to wander. The winding pebble road, green trees and round pebble table were all so familiar. "One room, two rooms, three rooms, finally." I smiled and slowly entered the classroom, walls, tables and chairs in front of me. I touched everything that remained in the classroom. When I walked to the podium, I touched the thin crack. "Click, click, click" tears kept dripping like broken beads, and all the bitterness and guilt came to my mind. The past came to my eyes like a film.

that spring, there was a new transfer student in the class. I heard that she was not only beautiful, but also the niece of the principal. When I came, I was personally sent by the headmaster. I met her several times, and she was really beautiful as they said, but at that time, I only had one month to prepare for the exam. I only wanted to review, so I naturally had little contact with her.

Time always flies. A month will soon come with the exam. I was just arranged to sit at the table behind her. At the beginning of the exam, I found that something was wrong with her and she was always looking around. But I didn't care so much, and continued to do mine. But when I finished and looked up, I found that she had been there with her head down and her hand still moving. I was curious, so I looked at it and found that she was cheating in the book. I have a straight temper, and I 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 my teachers and classmates. I wondered why most of what I saw from their eyes was a kind of silence that I didn't want to say, and some even made me feel a little reproachful.

Of course, the matter was left to the class teacher and I stood with her, but she was not criticized, but I was persuaded. I was so angry that I glanced at her and said to the teacher, "Just because she is the principal's niece? Teacher. " Regardless of her tears and what the teacher said, I turned my head and ran away. Why? I don't understand. Is it really because of this? I hate it. I hate this injustice. Therefore, in the afternoon after school, 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 continue her studies.

"I'm sorry"

Today, the cracks are still there. 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 Farmer and Fisherman. And it is a single. Xiao Qiao is singing, "Oh, if I still hold his hand at that time, we will be happy in the curved bow."

I have heard many words like, "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable." 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."

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

Do you still have such old feelings about numbers even if you stop falling in love and end your relationship?

I am. I really am.

Just like love for a person, it changes from insipid to deep love to insipid to vanishing.

if there is only one way to contact you, and this contact is finally lost.

I think of the earthquake in 28. At that time, 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. When I had lunch every other day, there came a phone call to report my safety. Then many things changed.

If what you hear over there is, "Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist", will this life stop here? Sorry, log 3

the most urgent thing is the most beautiful scenery; What hurts the most is always the true feelings. I really want to say to you one day in the future: "I'm sorry."

In that year, she was the happiest person I could forget. But my pain is the first person I think of; I was promoted step by step, and I will always be called an idiot.

Now, she is the person I can't forget most 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 wander alone on the road, and 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, the doll that my grandmother gave me after three years. Watching you cut it with scissors again and again, my heart was like a knife, and it hurt in my heart.

I was angry and drove to you with anger. I threw the rusty scissors on the ground and said what you were doing. You didn't say anything, but silently lowered your head in tears, as if you were scared and couldn't say a word. You lowered your head and I looked at you, so we were deadlocked. After more than two minutes, you said after a while, "I'm helping you ..."

I was really angry at that time. Since I stopped what you said, when I shouted out that sentence mercilessly, I regretted it. What I regretted was not the words I shouted out, but the three-year friendship and the most real feelings. When I drove him out, she left no tears.

is a simple happy birthday and a lollipop with good memories. But what I left you was a fragmentary memory, and that broken lollipop had an irreparable friendship. When I walked towards the doll, one part of the doll was glowing under the sunlight. I ran over and picked it up. What I saw was a needle. Under the sunlight, it was glowing white ... At that time, I seemed to understand everything. It turned out that you were really helping me.

It was only then that I realized ...

It turns out that you always remember me and hurt me, but I chose to forget you in my three-year loneliness. I can'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 that you will be gentle and beautiful as always, just like 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, lacking a happy atmosphere, and 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?"

Mrs. Wang said with a cough that her family left last night, saying that they had to go back for some formalities during the summer vacation. I was surprised and said, "What procedure?". The landlady said "transfer procedures" in an impatient tone. That year, at that time, I stayed at that moment. I was walking alone on the path, listening to A Mei's "I want to be happy" released by mp4, and the song kept echoing in my ears ... < P > Two months passed, and on the day of school, I received a phone call from a person who admired me and heard that familiar sentence. As soon as I opened my mouth, I guessed it was you. At that time, the grievances suddenly came out, for no reason. I still can't say that I'm sorry ...

It wasn't until three years later that another inexplicable phone call came, and then I realized ...

It turned out that you always remembered me and hurt me, but I chose to forget you during my three-year loneliness. I don't remember your name or even your appearance, but I remember that the lollipop you gave me was the best gift and the most precious memory of my childhood.

I know that you will be gentle and beautiful as always, just like I miss your smile as always. It turns out that all we need is a reason to meet again. I'm sorry, log 4

It's been a year since grandpa died, when the wound was scarred, and it still hurts once touched. Today, when I was tidying up my room, I turned to the photos of my grandfather's travels before his death. Once again, the scarred wound seems to have been opened and it hurts violently. I looked at my grandfather'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 getting tired of your earnest teaching. I began to alienate you and hate you. Every time I eat, I sit far away from you. Every time I go home, I go into my room and lock the door and don't meet you. At that time, I was really stupid, stupid and ignorant. I know that every time you stand at my closed door, you look at the brown door deeply and sigh.

grandpa, I was still young, and I didn't understand, but you didn't complain about my rudeness. Until that day, I couldn't call out your name, I couldn't hear your loud laughter, I couldn't see your kind smile, and only then did I realize that you had completely left me. Looking at the nurse silently covering the white cloth, my heart suddenly broke into pain, and tears kept flowing down like a broken pearl. At that time, I really wanted to rush in front of you and say sorry to you.

I finally realized how stupid and shameful I was. You think of me wholeheartedly, you take care of me meticulously, and you love me unreservedly. I still deeply remember that summer, you sat in front of me, smiling brightly, and said to me in your loud and pleasant voice, "I will take you to a foreign country to play when you are admitted to a key middle school." 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 in a hurry. 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 look on my face had already become empty and crisp. My heart trembled and I went back to my room to continue my homework as usual. This time, I didn't lock the door. I saw you holding the handle, hesitated for a moment, and then let go. I walked back to your room silently, and my vision was blurred. Over the past few years, you have stood at the door of my room every time, expecting me not to shut you out. You have been watching me do my homework through the window every time. The golden sunshine shines on your kind smiling face, which is so beautiful and makes me remember.

In Wuxi, the doctor gave you a comprehensive examination and got the last result I wanted to hear. Your cancer is terminal, and the doctor can't treat it. I don't believe this news, I really can't believe it. The world in front of me seems to have collapsed, my eyes are gradually blurred, and the picture of being with you is vivid. I am really afraid that you will suddenly leave me. I am crying on my desk and crying wantonly. This is the first time I have cried for a person in 12 years. Looking at the smiling face in your photo, my heart hurts like a knife.

that winter vacation, our family rushed to Wuxi, and my aunt told my father with tears in her eyes, one morning, you woke up and smiled at your family at the bedside, saying that I dreamed that Binbin [my father] had returned to Wuxi. I listened, tears once again crossed my cheeks and dripped on the sofa. Your tall and burly figure appeared in front of my eyes, and there seemed to be a scar in my heart that was difficult to heal, and it was aching.

something unpleasant happened in Wuxi, and my brother and I were at odds. That time, I didn't go to see you in anger. My parents looked serious and sad about my rudeness. They were angry with me for the first time, so I had to go to the hospital reluctantly. 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 hold back any longer, so I threw myself on you and cried ...

Looking at grandpa's kind smiling face in the photo, I patted the dust off the photo. Recalling my rudeness to grandpa, I can't help but burst into tears. Grandpa, I've always wanted to say sorry to you, but you'll never hear it ... Sorry log 5

Mother, this kind of person is the subject of many poets, writers and a respected profession. Right! Nothing is as good as her maternal love, because of her, so we exist. But the times are changing step by step, and she can't keep up with the rhythm. This made my attitude towards her quite the same as that of her towards me, but she never understood what I meant, but it became my heart knot.

Today, I yelled at her. The reason is only that my sister's homework is to stick the eggshell on the painting or to draw with a pen. How my heart wants to lose a sentence in front of me and a question. Because I saw the WeChat sent by my sister's teacher, saying to paste pictures with eggshells, I just wanted to prove it, but I didn't expect nothing to happen. She insisted that every child's homework was different. The more I corrected it, did I want to make trouble? Or was it a mistake for me to say it?

after fact identification, she was wrong. She sat there without making a sound, which made my heart beat, and I immediately felt scared at home. There were a lot of questions in my head: Did I poke her maternal love? Am I a rebellious child in her eyes? Did I tear and 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 didn't she talk? Mother, please forgive me! Forgive my rudeness, forgive my carelessness, forgive my child, this child who has not yet grown up.

you know, mother, I am timid. I hope this piece of my apology can satisfy the needs of your heart. I hope this article will float into your heart like a boat, so that my heart can be comforted.

sorry, my dear mother. Sorry log 6

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

I fell ill and fell asleep for a day and a night, and many things happened suddenly, including everything my father did. The doctor told my father that my situation was very dangerous and asked him to be careful.