I remember some things from my childhood.
When I was in elementary school, I liked to play table tennis. Later, I saved money and pestered my family to buy the first pair of table tennis rackets. I played it at school twice. I stole it, and I chased it all the way to get it back, but I was beaten downhill from the back door of the school. When I fell to the ground, my head hit a big rock, and a big bag came up.
I forgot whether I cried or not. .
I still remember the appearance of that big rock, next to the old back door of the school. Later, a concrete road was built on the ramp. The edge of the concrete road was about 20 centimeters away from the stone. I can still recall images of water flowing over the stones sometimes when it rains.
When I was in junior high school, I was boarding at the school and studying at night. Every night I would spend 50 cents on a piece of chocolate to eat. The chocolate was hard and bitter, and then I felt that my brain was very clear. When the evening self-study was about to end, the teacher had already left, and one of the boys in our class was playing hide-and-seek in the school. At that time, I liked to scare girls. When I came out of the stairs of the teaching building, there were gardens on both sides of the road, surrounded by short privet trees. We hid behind the privet trees when the get out of class was about to end, and when we saw someone coming down, we jumped out to be scary.
One night when get out of class was about to end, I sneaked into the garden, and then saw a friend who was playing well with me at the time also coming, and he sneaked to the other side. I think, this is really what heroes see the same way, and it will be twice as terrifying later. Then three female classmates came downstairs, and when they came over, I jumped out with an "ah" sound, and my friend jumped out from there... They collided in the air, the three female classmates were stunned for a long time, laughing loudly, we Had to run away in despair.
Sometimes I would hide in the dark corridor and take a flashlight, which would suddenly turn on when someone walked by, and light it up from the chin. Once a girl was scared to cry. It left us at a loss, thinking that this is bad, we won't tell the teacher...
When I was in junior high school, I participated in a school-wide art performance and talked to a fat man about cross talk. I wrote the cross talk, and the effect was very good. The fat man didn't rehearse seriously, and when it came time to perform, he couldn't remember the lines, and he was halfway through the performance. He asked me, "What's next?" I told him...forgot to move the microphone away from my mouth. Of course, the effect is still very good, at least everyone laughed.
What is the point of writing these things? In fact, there is nothing too complicated, if you really want to say. I remember the simple mood at that time, that kind of school and dormitory. Broken windows, carefully written blackboard newspapers, 11, 16, black rice, 19, 7, 7, and slack Thumb Cai Rex 16 Hao 浼涔 Lulu サ サ Nai 贰 6 stewed 镅 镅 Fu ヅ 锷 tie curtain 11 Na Zhan barium nativity throwing satin Α7 that bench is still bragging about men t Acknowledging that 簟 Huanhuang sulphur unloading the family locust ゲ ring theft and forgiveness
Many times I wondered if I had caught something. Because I missed so much, but sometimes I tell myself that the memory is finally caught in my mind, and the feeling at that time, even a little further, I can still remember many things. I remember the feeling, but I forgot the characters involved.
Now I like to listen to music while riding the bus, watch people go up and down, and watch the scenery passing by outside. Think about their stories. Every time, I can build countless pictures in my mind, move with the music, everything is lifelike, I can see every detail clearly and contain certain feelings. This is my strength, but it is a lonely game after all. If someone is talking to me next to me, all imagination will be gone.
Two years ago, I went to Sanya with a few friends and talked about where to go. I'd say it's better to take the bus. When you see a car, go up and think about the next time. If you walk around, you will be able to run around in Sanya... Later, of course, I didn't do this 2
thing. We live in a hotel, code during the day, swim in the hotel's swimming pool in the evening, take a walk by the sea, and then go to Sanya to eat KFC when it's time to eat... The food there is really bland.
So every time I take the bus alone, I will wear headphones and try to sit in the back row by the window. The music that comes along is mostly fantasy, and sometimes I see some interesting things. Last year, I took a bus to Changsha. It was raining and there was a lot of standing water in the bus. There were not many people, but the seat in the car was full, next to the seat behind the driver's seat. , Someone probably just vomited, and left a pool of vomit next to it, and everyone who came up subconsciously bypassed it.
A couple of young men and women, probably not in their twenties, came up, maybe college students. The girl kept talking to the boy with a smile, and she didn't notice when she stepped on the pile of things. Later, the boy stopped at the back of the car door, and the woman sat down on the seat. I don't know when she found the thing under her feet, but I think she must like the boy very much. After a few stops, the boy got off the bus first, and then I got off the bus. I don't know where the girl sat.
I had a girlfriend last year and broke up at the end of the year. This is the first time I've been in a relationship for many years, and it may be a bit funny. After all, I'm twenty-seven and twenty-eight years old. After today, I'm entering the twenty-ninth year of my life. After the breakup, I kept thinking whether I did it wrong or did it right.
I always wonder if I'm right or wrong.
I probably just came out of high school. When I was in my early twenties, one day I suddenly got the phone number of a female classmate. Of course, I had some contacts and memories in the past. But I haven't been in contact for two years. I called her that day, and suddenly I couldn't calm down. I couldn't sleep that night, and I couldn't do anything the next day. I felt my hands were shaking, and then I called her and confessed. .
She should have had a boyfriend in college at the time. The result of the phone call is unknown, but after the call and talk, she calmed down and slept well that night. Since then, I have been complacent and regarded it as "the end of the era of chun". , forget it from now on, work hard and stop thinking about it.
One day, about a year later, she suddenly called to talk to me about life in college. I thought it was very strange. I asked her what was going on, and she asked if I had promised you. What would you do? I said I knew you wouldn't agree at the beginning, so she didn't say anything.
At that time, I voluntarily gave up college because of my family's conditions, but after graduating from high school, I couldn't find a good job. It might not be embarrassing, but it wasn't the time when I could afford anything. After that call, I suddenly felt that night. I'm really a lousy person, hehe, I made a phone call to confess in order to fall asleep - of course it wasn't the case, of course I did like her at that time - From then on, I thought, I shouldn't be there anymore Drag others down or hinder others when they can't take responsibility. Even if it's just a mood swing. So for the next few years, I stopped contacting anything that might involve feelings. Although I had such an opportunity, I was suppressed by myself almost when the idea arose.
It wasn't until one day that I felt like I had a grasp of what responsibility was like, that I could start trying it out.
But... hehe, of course these ideas are all wrong.
In the final analysis, it was my own too strong sense of self-protection at work. I realized this on the eve of a classmate's wedding last year. We had dinner together. When we went in, we saw her again. She was married and greeted me. I was stunned and said, "This is..." She actually It hasn't changed much. I also remember all kinds of memories about her name. But I just couldn't recognize it at the time... I thought that night: I'm such a fucking shit.
Presumably she and her husband will not read my article either. It doesn't matter if these things are written, even if they can be seen. It's nothing, it's just a memory, if possible, I want to say: "I'm sorry."
What I'm trying to say right now is that there are many regrets in life to be perfect, but that's not the case. Since I was 20 years old, I have been tirelessly trying to avoid regrets and avoid harm. If I feel that something may fail in the end, I simply don't touch it. When I think about it now, it has become a real regret. If there are young people in their teens and twenties who read my book, I hope everyone will not be like this. If you have happiness, grab it, and if you have a challenge, try it.
After the age of 30, a man must do things he can be sure of. This is said in "The Grand Master", but that is after the age of thirty.
For me, it is no longer necessary to want to return to a certain "correctness". There used to be so many twists and turns in my xing grid that I felt bewildered and tangled in pain, and now they have settled in my body and become a part of me, so I can keep some that make me Something that feels precious to you. The outlook on life has been established, and the dazedness has therefore disappeared.
So I can write books, so I get the ability to write books, because of this, I can listen to songs on the back row of the bus, watch people go up and down, see more and more things, because of these, I can be in the noisy KFC I code words and use the people around me as background, so I can break down my life more deeply and objectively and gain experiences that no one else has. I think, if I have lost anything, I have gained a lot after all.
Sometimes I think that life may be like a bus, many people will accompany you for a ride, some people will travel longer with you, some people will get off at the next stop, and some people will sit farther , Some people are sitting next to you, sooner or later, they will get off the bus, and you will get up at a certain point to reach the end.
I sometimes go out for a walk.
There is a big lake in the town where I live now, with good greenery and various facilities. At night, various light strips are turned on, there is music, and sometimes there are art performances in the small square. The road for a walk goes around the lake for a week, and there is a big house on the opposite side. The lights are turned on at night, just like a villa. When I first came here, I thought: wow, who can build a villa by this lake? money. It was later found to be a public toilet.
In the evening, I listen to the song and go around the lake. One night when I came back from the lake, it was already a little late. There was a lonely bus stop in front of me. There were countless stars in the sky. When I looked up, the surroundings seemed a little empty. The street lights illuminate the road, and there are vehicles passing by from time to time, and the lights of the cars in the distance come over. There is a community on the opposite side, and next to it is a quiet and temporarily suspended construction site, but when I look back, the lights on the lake are reflected, and the lights of the city are blurred and quiet. There are also pedestrians coming back at night in the field of vision. When I thought about their lives, I suddenly thought, there are so many people.
In this city, in this world, there are really many people, just like the stars in the sky, it is impossible to count them. Everyone has their own life and various bizarre experiences. Just imagining that there are so many people and so many lights is enough to exhaust the brain. At that time, I suddenly felt that a person can only live a lifetime, which is really a pity. I really want to experience everyone's life...
Then I thought, although I hadn't thought about it so explicitly before, maybe that's why I like writing books so much.
I am twenty-eight years old. In the process of writing the book, I can simulate many things and feelings, and when I see many things, I find them very ordinary and hard to be surprised. One day a friend told me that there are no surprises, no surprises in your life, and if you can understand everything, wouldn’t it be too boring to live. I don't know if this is really boring in the eyes of others, but for me, every moment, I experience all kinds of feelings, joy, joy, nostalgia, sadness. Every moment in this world both surprises and calms me. It was also that night, I thought, how wonderful it was to see such a bizarre world with countless lives and countless emotions intertwined.
I really want to let everyone know about these emotions.
We can only live for a few decades, when one day we get off this bus, there are still countless people on it, some people go to Tan Gai, Hao cricket, scorpion, scorpion, and male. Shallow talk and chess Huang! h 绱shuo scavenging for sodium, carbon, and succulents. B. Lu thieves, ants, and shoots, would you like to hear about nuclear burdens
Oh, and... nice to meet you.