Elena Vance
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Exploring the hidden depths of the human psyche. I write about the complexities of modern relationships, emotional resilience, and the quiet battles we fight within ourselves. Dedicated to finding clarity in the chaos of the heart.
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Warmth in the Soup: The Academic Journeys and Dreams of Three Generations of Women
I remember when I was in my third year of high school, my homeroom teacher always looked at me with worry and said, "Others become thin as soon as they read the third year of high school. Why do you have a rounder face as you read more? Did you really put effort into reading ?" It was really unfair. I thought I read seriously. Every night when I returned home from self-study, there was always a bowl of soup simmering on the small coal stove waiting for me. Unable to resist my grandmother's supervision, I drank it and went to sleep. How could I not get fat?
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Self-Love: A Journey of Personal Growth and Rediscovery
Actually, I didn't miss you that much. Why did you appear in my sight again? Can you please stop caring about me? Can you please stop reminiscing about me? Looking back now, I was really foolish.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
Bound by Heart, Longing for Home
Just remembered and wrote a few words casually. This sentence has to be said since high school. In September 2000, I entered the only high school in the county, which was my first time leaving home, actually just over 20 miles away. To be honest, I didn't like staying there and wasn't used to it. I was used to being lazy at home and couldn't carry out my fishing life, which was very frustrating. I was trapped inside the wall all day long, and had to rely on flying eaves and walls to get out, or disguised as a day student to get by, and was often caught. So I looked forward to the monthly homecoming week all day long, looking forward to the stars and moon, and missing home. Actually, when you say you miss home, it doesn't mean that a man can't live without his family. I just really wanted to see every blade of grass and tree in the house, see what changes there were. Every time I got home, I didn't stay at home, but went out to wander around, in the fields, forests, and rivers, and see where to catch fish. I didn't go home all day. At that time, there was a half-day off every Sunday afternoon in school, and my colleagues who lived in the dormitory usually went shopping It left a deep impression on me. After class ended at 12 o'clock, I quickly ran to the station and took the 12:15 bus. I got off at around 12:45 and entered my house around 1:05. As time passed, the ticket seller recognized me. I even saw her once during International Workers' Day in Tangshan this year and greeted her. She even referred to herself as my aunt.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
The Enigmatic Life of Lin Gengbai: Poet, Revolutionary, and Seer
Lin Gengbai, a poet from the Southern Society, was born in Minhou, Fujian. He studied in Beijing at the age of eight and was passionate about politics throughout his life. He once joined the Beijing-Tianjin Alliance and had the ambition to clarify the world. In the first year of the Republic of China, Lin Gengbai founded the "Yellow Flower and Blue Blood Society" with Chen Lesheng and others in Shanghai, with the urgent task of assassinating the remnants of the imperial system. After the failure of the "Second Revolution", he rose and fell. He first served as the secretary of the Senate and once acted as the acting secretary-general. He was only 22 years old. Although he was successful in his youth, he was melancholy. Soon he became angry and wrote poetry under the guidance of Chen Shiyi, a teacher of the "Jiangxi Poetry School". He was talented and innovative, and many people called him Li Yishan. Later, he was known as the "Chinese Poet of the Generation". He was not tall, with fair skin, clear eyebrows, and a high nose bridge, and had a bit of a foreigner's appearance. He claimed, " Cao Juren gave a speech at the Nan She Ya Ji, talking about the relationship between Nan She and the Xinhai Revolution. He believed that the Xinhai Revolution was a political movement with a strong romantic atmosphere, and Nan She's poetry and prose were the atmosphere of Gong Zizhen. Lin Gengbai was the living Gong Zizhen. Liu Yazi nodded in agreement, but Lin Gengbai was very unhappy: "I don't even have Li and Du in my mind, let alone Gong Dingan. Cao's being Gong Dingan is too shallow of me." At that time, people naturally referred to him as a poetry fanatic. Liu Yazi had been friends with him for more than 30 years, and Liu Yazi, who had high eyes, commented: "Gengbai's poetry is idealistic and charming, and although I am still ashamed, I am not as good as him. Are contemporary people who cling to their shortcomings worth a bite of their sword?"
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Humans
The Ten Commandments of Coping with Loss: A Guide to Healing
I have a brother who, in middle age, suddenly lost his love of his life. He was in great pain, extremely depressed, and had been drinking for over a month. His appearance was haggard, his color haggard, and his heart was as dead as ashes. He said that he now compares fate to blood stasis, sees setbacks as illness, pays off sorrowful debts, and that's how he feels. He feels suffocated, dazed, feverish, and cries in pain, brewing a terminal illness.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Humans
Inner Cultivation Shaping Beautiful Appearance:
Miss Wonderful is the ugliest girl I have ever seen. It's not an exaggeration or a lack of mercy. In the high school environment where aesthetics are unique, Miss Wonder's appearance is indeed unattractive because she wears braces and her face looks swollen; Even with a single eyelid, she still has drooping eyes and darker skin than the boy playing basketball all day at her neighbor's table; Except for the school uniform, the loose and high waisted clothes and pants with floral stripes worn every day are all from her grandmother, with a unique taste that is unbearable.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Education
The Melody of Life: A Dancer Jumping Between Disappointment and Hope
We must embrace limited disappointment, but we must not lose endless hope. This quote comes from Martin Luther King, Jr. The motto, in other words, is that although we have to deal with some finite frustrations, we must not lose faith in infinite hope. Well, it's like, sometimes we hit a little bump in the road, but don't forget that there are countless stars twinkling in the sky.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
The child and the bottle filled with chestnuts
There was a child who found a jar full of delicious chestnuts. His eyes lit up, his mouth watered, and he wanted to taste those delicious chestnuts very much. So, without hesitation, he put his hand into the bottle.
By Elena Vance 3 years ago in Education
