我有一位相交多年的朋友,她是个严谨细腻的人,对自己要求很高,甚至到了苛责的地步,一日三省其身、六思其言。整天这个事做得不好、那件事做得不对、学习没有抓紧、某句话同事一定误会了、领导是不是对自己工作不满意了……自责的花儿暗暗地开在心房,而这些花无疑都是带刺甚至是带毒的,让她心生隐痛,不得安宁。 I have a friend who has been in contact for many years. She is a serious and delicate person who demands very high and even blames her. All day this thing did not do well, that thing done wrong, did not seize the study, a certain sentence colleagues must have misunderstood, the leadership is not satisfied with their work ... ... blame the flowers secretly open in the atrium, These flowers are undoubtedly prickly and even poisoned, so that her heart pain, no peace.