Silent people
◈ | Su tong
In silence, I observed others again and again, and found many rappers, people who did not meet the word, people who were overly enthusiastic, and many people who were full of language and keen on tongue movement.
These discoveries made me thankful that I was a silent person. I would rather not speak, and I would never speak indiscriminately; I would rather talk less than say the wrong thing.
Many years ago at a gathering of friends, I heard a girl say this about one of my taciturn friends: "He knows how to be silent. When the girl said this, her eyes shone brightly, and you could easily see her appreciation and praise for the silence from that look. For a young man, that is a strong hint, and the man always attaches great importance to the hints from the opposite sex and uses this to identify his own behavior.
So do I. I've always considered myself a taciturn person. From that meeting, I no longer seemed to have inferiority for my own character, and later in life, I was free to obey my own wishes, and I could not speak without talking, and talking less when I could.
In silence, I observed others again and again, and found many rappers, people who did not meet the word, people who were overly enthusiastic, and many people who were full of language and keen on tongue movement. These discoveries made me thankful that I was a silent person. I would rather not speak, and I would never speak indiscriminately; I would rather talk less than say the wrong thing.
Saying more is a lost one, this is an ancient Chinese adage, and it is also a childhood experience that left a deep impression on me. Many years ago, when I was a schoolboy, I saw my teacher stomping on a leather ball on the playground. Because of the pain of the leather ball, I shouted like an old woman: "You are neurotic, good leather ball, why do you want to step on it?" ”
The teacher was furious, grabbed my hand and led it to the office, saying as he walked, "You are the opposite, dare to call the teacher a neurotic!" "I regretted it when I was penalized in the office, but regret was no longer useful. I don't think the teacher is a neurotic, but those three words have been spilled like water and can no longer be taken back. I can only secretly swear that in the future, someone will stomp on all the balls in the world, and I will not care about him.
On many occasions, I counted the language in my mouth like the gold coins in the Grande inventory box, and many people learned the power of silence. In fact, few people see silence as charm, and more people face what silent people feel is rude or boring. Sometimes a silent person visits another friend who likes to be silent, and the scene is like a 1930s silent film. When the other person said goodbye, the faces of the two people invariably flashed a look of relief, and one afternoon or night both felt that they were wasting time.
But time and life can change a person, and over the years I have involuntarily experienced my own changes. This change may have started with family life, or it may have begun with the influence of a few "tongue-in-cheek" friends, but I'm starting to talk a lot now anyway.
A lot of talking was initially out of necessity: my wife needed to discuss with me many other matters of household, state, and other useful and useless; My daughter needs me to tell her many nonsensical myths and stories, and I need to explain to her the meaning of street advertisements and store signs; A few sharp-talking friends also need my cooperation when they speak. I can't be indifferent, just smirking with my mouth open, and I have to express my opinion.
Gradually, need became a habit, and no matter who I was talking to, I always tried to say more than the other person. Strangely enough, I actually gained some kind of happiness in my incessant talking, which had not been related to me before. The feeling of happiness is a little hazy, a bit like the happiness that gushes out of the water after unscrewing the tap, and a bit like the joy of the iron tree blossoming.
Learning to speak is, in a sense, learning to live. I remember a visit from afar a few years ago, and I talked to him with a feeling of trepidation. When the guests were leaving, they said to me, "You are very talkative. "I was surprised at first, and then I felt a sense of joy. The joy resembles a chick having just learned to fly. Yes, a bird must fly, a healthy person must speak, this is life.
Life, of course, is not only talking, but also silence, and sometimes I look back on my silent youth and youth with a sense of trepidation, thinking about the reasons why many people are silent. I think that some people are silent because they don't want to talk, some people are silent because they are not good at talking, and some people are silent because they don't know how to speak. Silent people treat life with silence, but silence is a lock, there will always be a key to open this lock, this is also life.
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