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[Introduction]: I have always regarded you as the whole of my life, because my love is only once, I just want to love it once, and then until I get old, why do you want to give me such a truth, is such an answer so unbearable to me in your eyes? Fence falling fragrance Snow Moon winter drifting years wind and dust spring pear flower speechless tears autumn lips desert heart dead lonely summer heart tired, Heart dead, smile stiff from now on, such a one-man show in triangle play, tell me, what did I do wrong? God will punish me in this way, because did I survive, because those children who experienced death with me died, and I survived, because of that battle, because he fell in love with me, I refused, my roommate became an innocent victim, and he killed her, she threatened me with her death, and after I was arrested by him, I killed him, then came back alone and saved my sister who was arrested with me. They fate. I don’t know whether they are still living in this world. Do you mind? Do you mind that my virginity was lost in that accident? It was not him but others who got the body, tell me, do you mind? Don’t you mind why every dispute always centers on this. You should save me, shouldn’t you? If the cost of saving me is to let me experience betrayal and deception again, I would rather jump off the crocodile pond on that day, then, Lin, I will always be my best sister, and you will always be the most beautiful picture in my heart. Why, every time when I love with my heart, you all choose to betray and cheat, can my people live for betrayal, deception, time after time, one after another, can my tears escape. Do you know, I have always regarded you as the whole of my life, because my love is only once, I just want to love once, and then until I get old, why do you want to give me such a truth, is this kind of answer so unbearable to me in your eyes? If so, why not tell me at the beginning that this is just my personal affection. Lin is my most important sister and friend. I am always longing and praying for a good destination and happiness for her. I hope you will be happy if you leave me, I hope you can find a girl who can take care of your whole life. Now, you are all together. I, such an ignorant intruder, have left. Why do you want to tell me, I was just Lin’s shadow from the beginning. Do you know, I hate you and you treat me as her shadow. I can tolerate you not loving me and your betrayal, your irresponsibility, your deception, I can even bless you magnanimously, but why do you want to tell me that I am just the shadow of Lin, you know, for me, how ironic is it. He didn’t love me, but led such a scene, telling me where Lin and I should go in the end. If time could be reversed, I would rather lose him for Lin. Lin, why do you want me to meet him? Why, tell me, if time goes back, I am eager that I have never known him. [Editor in charge: Man Tree]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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[Introduction] in my reading experience, pleasant reading needs tranquility, which can always make people quiet. The whole article of Thoreau’s “Val becomes more and more quiet and climbs to the Lake” was filled with the pigment of Tranquility, which really made my mind. Therefore, I had a peaceful feeling in vain: Thoreau was not the greatest wise man, but the most real wise man. A lake a hundred years later, there is an island reading impression of Walden and Gulag islands these years, I have been thinking about a serious topic that seems to have no answer: whether a great writer is a gift or a natural product of the times. Thoreau and Solzhenitsyn, at least until now I have not been able to classify the two of them in a hundred years. Perhaps, they are both genius and the product of the times. I prefer this combination of answers. The first time I read Walden and Gulag islands was more than ten years ago. At that time, this kind of books were issued internally and could not be bought in book stores, I am borrowed it from a friend who worked as an editor in the publishing house, and he fondled to read it at once. More than ten years later, I vaguely remembered the story outline in the book and Thoreau and Solzhenitsyn, two legendary heavyweight writers. A few days ago, I happened to see these two books in a library. I couldn’t help being overjoyed. I borrowed and read them without hesitation. Besides being kind, it made me feel deeply touched and shocked. Walden Lake is a quiet, tranquil and full of wisdom book, in which the author Thoreau recorded his strange journey of living in seclusion on Walden Lake, blending with nature and rebuilding himself in pastoral life. I love that there is room for leisure in my life. Sometimes, one morning in summer, after bathing as usual, I sat in front of the sunny door, from the Red Sun Rising to the noon when the sun was shining, sitting in this pine forest, in the Forest of pecan tree and lacquer tree, sitting in the loneliness and silence far away from the hubbub, meditation. The so-called tomorrow will never come even if time ends. The light that makes us turn a blind eye to IS darkness for us. When we are sober, the Dawn will break. The sun is just a star. It is difficult to have the opportunity to read such concise and clean words again. Although there are many translators in China, there are different versions. But no matter which version, I still feel Thoreau’s frugality more or less. This is Thoreau’s words, and this is the quietness of Walden Lake. It is undoubtedly the best gift for life for a writer to write so leisurely. Love for Walden Lake, for the cabin, for the forest, for the small animals in the forest, and for the nature, all of them are vividly displayed in his quiet and elegant words, which constitute Thoreau’s melody. It’s simpler, simpler, and simpler! This is Thoreau’s emotion to the world more than 100 years ago. In today’s impetuous society, which is simple but not easy to say, the mileage of our life carries too much complexity: complex interpersonal relationship, complex workplace, complex environment and complex official business, we always see the world too complicated, think too complicated, and do things too complicated. Complicated, we are overwhelmed and exhausted. And when we really calm down and read such idyllic good books as Walden, we will ask ourselves in our hearts, do life really need to be so complicated? Is complex life really that important? Whether people should make themselves simple in abundance and in depth after being complex to a certain extent; Epiphany in simplicity and sublimation in simplicity. When people are trying to surpass the merits of all materials, loneliness often becomes the best sacrifice, while quietness is the best of life. Although we try to comfort all the hermit with small faintness in the wild, middle faintness in the market, and great faintness in the court in the pursuit of spirit, it is the highest state when facing the reality, I’m afraid that the real place of hiding dragons and Crouching Tigers should be far away from the noise. Born in 1817, Thoreau graduated from Harvard University at the age of 20. When all people began to work hard for an ideal career, he began to resist all the choices that seemed to be taken for granted in life and kept a clear mind: I want to be absolutely independent, and I also want everyone to be absolutely independent. Therefore, he didn’t choose to do business or engage in politics, but chose Walden Lake calmly and chose the freedom and leisure of his mind. After failing to live up to the expectations of his family, Thoreau, 27 years old, set up a log cabin in Walden Lake two miles away from his hometown on Independence Day of the United States. He reclaimed wasteland and farmlands, wrote and read books, and it did not matter whether it, live a primitive and simple life. Thoreau spent two years and two months alone beside Walden Lake, worshiping to the sun every morning, then bathing naked in the river, and then recording the results of thinking with words and brain, this is Thoreau’s best choice. In more than two years of loneliness and quietness, Thoreau understood life and death, understood his own needs, and then wrote down his thoughts quietly. So when I read his words again, I couldn’t help shivering in my heart. Although I often think about some abstract things such as life, ideals and values, this time I really felt Thoreau’s honesty without any correction or affectation. Any kind of preaching or disguised kindness was pale in front of Thoreau. In his narration, there is no mystique, and more is almost equal Zen comprehension. God was jealous of talents, Thoreau contributed all his talents to the countryside and landscape of his hometown, so human beings loved this weird alternative which was regarded as weird at the same time. The fact is that both Native Americans and overseas people began to have a strong interest in Walden where he once lived. Walden Lake was certainly not the name deliberately made by Thoreau. He was born on the river bank and died there as well. That river witnessed Thoreau’s brief and glorious life at the age of 45. A writer, a thinker, can only be a fair and intelligent observer of life from the standpoint of peace, poverty and happiness. Thoreau used his life to complete the material guarantee of human thought evolution; Thoreau used his death, getting rid of the stirring of the secular although he could not really get rid of the common people all the time, he could only live in the peach land which was not completely isolated from others, and this was the necessary component of spiritual leap. Just the right distance, the transformation of the Soul began a long process. This is the whispers of sleepiness and the loneliness of the soliloist. Yes, we read Thoreau’s distinctive loneliness from Walden, which is a feeling, a state of mind, a precipitation and a thorough understanding. More importantly, Thoreau’s loneliness is not only a static state, but also an external situation, but also a sort of dialogue and mood filled with his heart. From his maverick, we can easily see the enrichment of his spirit, the abundance of his soul, and his insistence on faith, so as to comprehend a kind of extraordinary state of independent contact with heaven and earth spirit. Just as his declaration from the bottom of his heart in the book: What I am proud of is that a visitor used Yellow walnut leaves as his business card and wrote several Spencer’s poems on it, I regard it as my humble room inscription: when people come here, they enrich the small house without any extra hospitality; Rest is a feast, and everything goes with the flow of nature. The most noble soul is the most comfortable. To walk on the only road that I can walk, and it is the road that no power can stop. This is Thoreau-style declaration of life. If we can understand Thoreau in the whole process of human history, we will find Thoreau’s almost seclusion life, which is not only the luck of Walden Lake, but also the luck of American literature, it is even more lucky for human beings. Thoreau chose Walden Lake, Walden Lake and Rousseau came. With such a chance, in this busy world, there is another philosopher who looks up at the sky and thinks with his head down. Only by this, the quietness of Walden Lake is destined to become the spiritual wealth of human beings. In my reading experience, pleasant reading needs tranquility, which can always make people quiet. The whole article of Thoreau’s “Val becomes more and more quiet and climbs to the Lake” was filled with the pigment of Tranquility, which really made my mind. Therefore, I had a peaceful feeling in vain: Thoreau was not the greatest wise man, but the most real wise man. A hundred years later, another aggressive writer Solzhenitsyn appeared in another corner of the Earth. This time, the main space he lived in was gulag Islands, a place where people were tortured mentally and physically. Solzhenitsyn was born in 1918 and graduated from the Department of Mathematics and Physics of Rostov University in 1941. Originally an active communist warrior, he was arrested in 1945 for criticizing Stalin in private letters and sentenced to eight years of labor reform. Just at this time, I was not saying gloomily that Solzhenitsyn, as a thinker and writer, had just begun the meaning of fighting for life. After many political persecutions afterwards, Solzhenitsyn was not depressed, but more and more brave. Different from Thoreau’s initiative to seek seclusion, Russia’s conscience Solzhenitsyn started the creation of Gulag islands in the coldness of the times this time. With the help of a large number of first-hand information, the Gulag islands launched a serious and serious thinking on a political movement and its political system: extremely cruel torture, absurd justice, the thoroughly lost social morality, as well as the inhumanely connected exile, collective exile and super-intensive death and reform-through-labor are all the results of man-made disasters. All kinds of inside stories of Soviet Union prisons and labor camps have become documentary themes in the novel. This autobiographical and close-up full-length novel, with the theme of revealing Russia’s inhuman brutal rule under the Soviet regime since the October Revolution, takes the author as a personal witness of the era, the memories of hundreds of people, reports, letters, and official and Western materials of Soviet Union collectively point to the misery of concentration camps. The scenes described in the book are outrageous one after another: Maybe it is terrible for living people. The detention house covered with lice and bugs had no windows, no ventilation, no planks, only dirty floors. The psychological room of levutowo, such as No. 3, was painted black, and there was also a 20-watt light bulb shining day and night. Of course, what you love is not the dirty ground, not the gloomy wall, not the smell of the toilet, but those who move their legs and feet together with your orders: it is the thing that beats together in your heart; It is the amazing words that they sometimes say; It is the unrestrained thoughts that can only be generated in your heart, not long ago, no matter how you jumped or how you climbed, you couldn’t reach its height. This is Solzhenitsyn-style language, which he saw with his own eyes. Contrary to Thoreau’s language I quoted above, this was once the region of the world. Solzhenitsyn was certainly regarded as a madman. After finishing a series of works, it seemed that he hadn’t recovered from his strong emotional expression, and the owner of the book was forced to be expelled politically again. This time, solzhenitsyn, who was declared to be deprived of Soviet nationality, left his country for 20 years. Before that, because of his moral power in pursuing the indispensable tradition of Russian literature, Solzhenitsyn won the 1970 Nobel Prize in Literature. From the prisoner of Gulag to the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, from exile to the final return to hometown, Solzhenitsyn finally returned to his life value in the twilight years of his life. In 1994, 75-year-old bearded Solzhenitsyn returned to his motherland from exile. This prophet in the post-Soviet era was welcomed like a hero. The writer seems to show no respect for political dignitaries. He knows the sins of Russian politics very well. Solzhenitsyn used his Gulag Islands to set off political disturbance in the world literature in the 20th century. This old man with sharp eyes and compassion, the writer’s sacred mission is best explained. Comforting the reality with illusion can heal the wound, and chasing the illusion with reality must be hurt. In the words of Zhou Libo, an artist of Qingkou School in Shanghai, some people are unhappy when telling the truth, and they are not willing to tell lies, so they just tell some jokes. This is probably the true portrayal of real life. How to speak and what to say are the difficulties in our realistic context. Therefore, when all kinds of thoughts appear together, there is often no one in the audience to speak, and collective aphasia becomes the best avoidance. It is not stage fright, and I am afraid that the difficulty of self-protection is understandable. Obviously, Solzhenitsyn did not protect himself, but stood up bravely. In Stalin’s highly centralized era, he used his conscience and responsibility as Don Quixote-style struggle. Fortunately, in the end, he won the final victory for himself and for the times. In 2009, the Russian government announced that the Gulag Islands, a masterpiece of Solzhenitsyn, would be published in Russia for children. And included in the national middle school curriculum to deepen students’ understanding of Russian history. One is to observe the real world from the perspective of rational philosophy at the same time of escaping from politics, and to keep looking up at the starry sky of human spirit while walking down to earth, one is to suffer from all kinds of torture of inhuman treatment without leaving politics, and be willing to bear the pain of the times while suffering from mental torture. Thoreau and Solzhenitsyn were both quite tired mental labors. A lake, an island, life experience is nothing more than a vivid interpretation in the narrow space. Free and Easy into the hearts of the world, suffering is not human state. Thoreau, who seemed gentle, had strong self-expression behind the gentle words; Solzhenitsyn, who was stubborn and aggressive, never concealed his inner appeal in the stirring words. Literature has never stopped running forward because of their personal painful thinking. On the contrary, the human spirit keeps moving forward under the inspiration of their spirit. Writer Zhou Guoping said, there are two kinds of loneliness, one is that the soul can not find its own source and destination, which is absolute, metaphysical and philosophical loneliness. The second is that the soul is looking for another soul but not available. I feel that I am a drifter without a traveling companion in the world, which is a relative, physical and social loneliness. According to this standard, Thoreau in Walden Lake belongs to the former kind of loneliness, while Solzhenitsyn in Gulag islands is of course the latter kind. Two kinds of loneliness are actually explaining the same philosophical proposition: where should human society (nature including individuals) go. Fortunately, all things that seem unfair can be seen in the long river of human history, and everything will return to the starting point of fairness. Thoreau, who was looking for the peace of human beings, found the peace of the lake. Solzhenitsyn, who was looking for political discourse, saw the dead silence of the island. One hundred years later, two literati who were hard to be forgotten met for the first time. One was wandering in Walden Lake, the other was imprisoned in Gulag islands, in their own powerful spiritual world, call each other. [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. 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[Editor’s note] I am is looking for it, but I dare not admit it myself! Looking? I don’t know either. Maybe it is a place suitable for life, a dream, a beauty hiding in the dark, but maybe it is just for walking far away, taking a look at the author’s mental journey is just the confusion that young people are facing now. Because of the postgraduate entrance examination, I took a plane to Guilin at on March 30. I have been working hard for several days. Today I have leisure to record my mood on the way. Although I am idle, but the heart is still hanging. The plane took two hours. During the two hours of flight, there was a vast night outside. Looking out from the window, I could only see the light on the wing flashing lonely. Except for the occasional turbulence of airflow, everything was so calm. Later, I didn’t know when it started. A bright moon followed me outside the window of the machine. It was parallel in my sight. I thought it was the first time that I was so close to the moon, I couldn’t help thinking of the verses of Li Bai and Su Shi. Li Bai once asked the moon about wine: When will the moon come in the sky? I stopped the cup and asked. It is impossible for people to climb the moon, but the moon goes with people. Today people don’t see the moon in ancient times, and this month once shines on the ancients. The ancients and modern people are running water, and they see the moon together; Su Shi once asked the sky with wine: When will the moon be? I asked Qingtian about the wine. I didn’t know the palace in the sky. I wanted to go back by the wind, but I was afraid that qionglou Yuyu would be cold in the high position. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world; And in Zhang Ruoxu’s famous “The Night of flowers in the Spring River”, he also asked: who first saw the moon on the riverside, and who took photos at the beginning of the river? Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiangyue looks similar every year. I am silent, my predecessors, when they looked at this vast sky, after they had countless fantasies for this holy moon, they said: Everyone is running water, and the moon is always similar, it is better to stay quietly in the world! But I still like fantasy, although my dream is so unrealistic, although I am finally just a dust submerged in history. I always hope that one day, I can sit on a spaceship and travel in the outer space to see the huge planet we once lived become smaller and smaller, turning into blue, look at how the flashing stars that once hung in the sky turned into huge dark gray planets, and how tiny human beings would be in that endless universe, it will be so small that it is nothing. I borrowed the convenience brought by modern technology, but I couldn’t feel the happiness brought by this convenience. I would rather watch the moon with wine like Li Bai and Su Shi, travel in reverie, and feel the true meaning of life in traveling. But now, I am close to the moon, but I have already lost my imagination. I will no longer imagine that there is a beautiful fairy of Chang ‘e imprisoned in Guanghan Palace on the moon, and I will no longer believe those beautiful myths. Modern technology has already eliminated people’s romantic feelings. People become empty and mechanical, so do I, so I can’t write affectionate words. When I was on the plane, I could only write such a poem: The plane went through the sea of clouds, the bright moon hung out of the window, and the two places were more than a thousand miles away, sending me back. This is a poem without artistic conception. Artistic conception has already been shaken off in the leap of science and technology and the takeoff and landing of planes. When the plane landed safely and walked out of Guilin airport, there was a hot and humid air blowing on my face, which was warmer than Chengdu. It was already late at night, taking buses around the streets of Guilin, I saw the workers who built buildings were still busy, and the cranes and bulldoers were still changing the appearance of our Earth, changing our living environment. Only then did I find out that the city was the same. No matter it was prosperous or down, there were migrant workers building those cold buildings, people picking up the wasteland, cars and numb crowds. After walking in some cities, I feel that nothing is really prosperous. What we call a prosperous city is nothing more than a higher building and a wider Street, but people’s spirit, it is generally empty and empty. Walking in such a city, you will feel a kind of inner desolation. However, Guilin was good, with mountains and waters, and soft fragrance of flowers, which made me suddenly fall in love with this small medium-sized city. When I arrived at the destination, it was already twilight, because there were so many people who took part in the second interview of postgraduate entrance examination in recent days, and the housing was very tight. In addition, I was a little tired, so I just found a hotel to live in, I wanted to find a cheaper hotel the next day. Unexpectedly, it rained the next day, so I had to look for accommodation one by one in the rain with an umbrella and a heavy bag. Almost all of them were full, so I finally found one. The house price was still so expensive, this is twice as expensive as usual. These landlords are really black! But I can’t help it. I’m tired of walking. I don’t want to leave any more, and I won’t stay for a few days. After taking a hot bath, I suddenly felt happy in my heart. Night dreamless. In the next few days, I reported the second interview of the physical examination. I didn’t like the hospital during the physical examination, which made me unhappy. Many people waited in line on an empty stomach until noon. When drawing blood, those doctors looked like blood-sucking bats one by one. The thick needle tubes couldn’t wait to be full. Moreover, the needling method was wrong and it was extremely painful, just after drawing blood, the boss’s knot became swollen, and the next day it turned into a piece of Qingqing. I don’t know whether the doctor is an angel to save the dying or a hell to kill for money in such a society alienated by money. This is a school with a good academic atmosphere, and the campus is full of sweet flowers. In Chengdu, the trees are still new buds, but here it is already lush. The second interview was not very good, but I met several nice beauties, and I am still impressed. The girl who studied minority language and literature from Hubei was lively, cheerful, beautiful and clever, which gave people a passion; While the girl in red in Liaoning, but not as warm as the color of her clothes, her beauty is that kind of plain and shy beauty, a little unconfident makes her heart look more kind; Girls in Anhui, there is always a smile of family affection on his face, and his words are very gentle, which makes people feel calm and happy in their hearts. I hope everything goes well in their second interview, otherwise the School of Arts lacking beauties will be too lonely. There is also a male classmate from Shandong who is also very nice and similar to my thoughts. He has the temperament of a young cynic and a poet. Although Guangxi was affected by drought during this period of time, God seemed to favor Guilin. It rained several times in those days when I was there, and the Lijiang River was still plump. It didn’t dry out due to drought, but only slightly thinner. The Mountain in Guilin is Xiaoshi mountain with green trees standing on it. The water in Guilin is green, rippling the neat town of Guilin. The buildings in Guilin are not high and will not block the sunshine, I can see very far. The trip to Guilin will be over soon. I hope I can come again in September. I took a train on the way back, which lasted for more than twenty hours, which made me feel scared. After taking the plane, I didn’t want to take the train any more, but I had no choice but to be a poor person, so I couldn’t fly around all the time. Moreover, the few money in my pocket had already been killed, it’s really a pity that you don’t have much money when you get it! Taking a train gives people a sense of frustration in boredom, which is the direction you cannot control. The long journey always gives people a sense of wandering. I remember what a friend of mine said: if there is no place for your heart to live, you will wander wherever you go. I also remember where I have seen such words: everyone has roots on his feet, and every step he moves, he will feel slight pain. But I couldn’t feel any slight pain, I am numb. My pain came from my heart and went deep into the bone marrow. I am looking for it, but I dare not admit it! Looking? I don’t know either. Maybe it is a place suitable for life, a dream, a beauty hiding in the dark, but maybe it is just for walking far away and having a look. Since the moment I left home, I knew that I couldn’t go back. Maybe I would return eventually, but I was used to wandering. I remember that Mr. Lu Xun had an article called “passers-by”, who had been walking since he was born, because there was a voice calling him all the time. Although he didn’t know where he was going, but he just couldn’t rest. At last, he came to a wilderness at dusk. There was a family, where lived a little girl and an old man who had suffered from wind and frost. The passer asked what was ahead, and the old man said: grave. At this time, he seemed to know what he was going to, but he finally got up and walked there. Yes, he went to death. In fact, that voice once called the old man, but he ignored it and chose to live in a quiet and plain life, while passers-by chose to be far away. The meaning of this search has also been expressed in “The Soul tied on the leather rope buckle” written by tashidawa. The protagonists in it have been walking all the time, walking through villages one by one, facing the temptation of the world, it did not stop. Later, it finally went to the holy place and to death. They are following the path of faith to find the ending of death. The distance is a temptation. So, what on earth is there in the distance? Haizi said: apart from the distant place, there is nothing/the farther place, more lonely/the happiness in the distant place, how much pain it is. “Far Away” The wind far away is farther than the wind far away. “September” there is wind behind the wind, sky above the sky, and road ahead. “The four sisters” was the distant place Haizi saw. He saw this endless repetition of pain, so he chose death. According to my own experience, there is nothing in the distance except some different scenery, but I still have to leave, is it strange? Li Yawei, a brave poet in the third generation of poetry movement, chose the distant place with fearless attitude when he was young. He went to the distant place just to see what happened to him, but when he returned to Chengdu after wandering for many years, he sighed: Tell me, the migrant worker brothers who built buildings in Sichuan, on which road does their life drift? Maybe in a few years, I will settle down, get married and have children, and live a stable life. In fact, my ideal life is to write about things, travel around, live and walk at any time, but it needs money, and if you want to make money, you have to suffer a lot in the metropolis, I am doomed to live in a wandering place, and I am a person who rejects city life, which is very contradictory, isn’t it? I long for the wind of freedom, the vast world and the wilderness where my soul gallop. Then why did I choose the distant place? Seeking for the root, maybe I read Kundera’s book “Life Elsewhere! This is a poetic book title, I am a poetic person, and there is only one person’s life. I want to live elsewhere. Baudelaire has an essay called “anywhere outside the world”, in which he wrote: I always think it is better for me to go where I am not, I have been discussing with my heart about this problem that I always want to change places. So he asked his heart, what about Lisboa? Netherlands? Batavia? As a result, his heart didn’t say a word, and he doubted whether his heart was dead. So the poet added: have you been numb to such an extent that you just want to stay in your own pain? If this is the case, then we will flee to the place similar to death. Finally, his heart burst out, and it cried calmly: it can be anywhere, as long as it is not in this world. It turns out that the hearts of literati are all similar. It turns out that poets all want to go far away, except fake literati. I am already on my way, and when I am on my way, I will not look back. Even if there are thorns in front of me, then I will find that beautiful flower in the boundless thorns, even if it is a bloody flower dyed by blood, it will also give me great joy. Some people say that our generation is the Beat Generation, and I don’t agree with it. Everyone must know the Beat Generation of America in the 1990 s! They have been seeking for the satisfaction in the spiritual field all the time, although their behaviors on the road are wild and decadent, drinking wildly. They traveled all over America in the physical stimulation, but explored the pleasure of metaphysical spirit, which was the most precious. However, most of our generation, except for drinking crazily and drinking excessively, are decadent and depressed, their spirits are extremely empty. So I said, we don’t have the temperament to beat. The collapse of the American beat faction is the real collapse. However, many of us are just corrupted and lost. Kerouac’s “on the road” wrote the voice of that generation of Americans, and also expressed what I thought in my heart, but I was more restrained. I think we need dreams, and our society also needs literature, so I insist on my choice. Someone says: love is like the wind, you can’t see it, but you can touch it. I said: The ideal is like a moon, which can be seen but hard to reach. We need love as well as the moon. The train finally arrived. Chengdu is always a gloomy and gray day, which makes people feel depressed. The weather in the morning and evening is still very cold, which makes people shiver! There are also cloudy days and rainy days in Guilin, but everything is clear after a rainy day, and the city is fresh and tidy because of this. Interestingly, on the day I went to Guilin, it was raining in Guilin when I walked out of the airport, and before I left Guilin to enter the train, it began to rain, which was the kind of silk rain without umbrellas. A little bit, drop by drop, fell into my memory, memory, I hope it will reappear in September. [Editor in charge: Dielianhua]] Like (prose editor: prose online) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. 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The New Year’s Eve of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…