Going to work? Reading? Listen to music? Watching a movie? Walking down the street? Streaking the streets?
24 hours, leaving out the essential rest time, the remaining, by the pressure, pleasure, and perhaps a lot of bitterness mixed into a cocktail, the flavor, only the hands of their own brewing it to say clearly.
Drink it, tilt your head, overcome the difficulties after the infinite pleasure, jumped on the young face.
Some people read it, looked at each other and smiled, that is the soulmate. More people did not understand, as always, rubbing shoulders. However, that does not matter, the geese flew through the blue sky, will certainly leave a proud trace.
We work hard, we struggle, in a strange city, relying on a change of heart and the brain of twenty years of hard work to cope with the seemingly never-ending difficulties. Just like the heroes in the game who run around with knives, they can be killed by the Buddha and the gods.
Life is like a banshee, reaching out with countless tentacles, murdering nearly all of your possibilities in 24 hours by turning into countless small and trivial things that you have to spend time dealing with. It doesn't give you a chance to breathe. Trying to drag you down, trying to defeat you, trying to make you submit to her rule and kneel under her gentle skirts to enjoy the small gifts she bestows.
However, we are young, so let loose. We are young, so we have to fight back. We are young, so even if the pressure of life squeezes out all the possibilities in 24 hours. We still have to look for it, for more possibilities, even if those possibilities are outside of 24 hours.
Starting in February 2017, I discovered, and since then, the routine has changed.
Daily dead air white grin on the Internet, one after another constantly water, once again and again, low head wild brush APP, for the operator to contribute to the traffic costs and completely ignore also open the picture, in order to contribute to the active degree and even slightly slowed down the progress of their normal work - originally every night 7:00 to 10:00 The first time I saw this, I was able to see it in a few minutes, and I was able to see it in a few minutes.
Before I updated some text in Tencent Qzone for more than three years, only to migrate to is less than a month, in fact, the two sites I update the text. The original intention was to experience the community environment of the two different sites, change their writing style, and at the same time for their own text more than a backup. However, less than a week after entering this site, I was completely captured by the submission mechanism that I had initially abhorred. Submission? The internet is supposed to serve the public, so why should I be rejected? Each one of them said it with a straight face, as if I was the one in the wrong. Until one day, I wrote a text only as a network backup appeared below a small red heart, after...
Huh? Gotta add pictures, it's exhausting. But it's worth the effort to find it, since it increases your chances of winning.
I have to change my writing habits. I have to change my writing habits and replace the first line indent with a line break? Why should I change my habits? Well, wait, it seems to be more beautiful this way.
A month later, I looked at what I had written, and although the level was still poor, it was more heartfelt. The text is not able to change again and again, however, still able to do at least the formatting correctly, found the wrong words to correct. Before that, I have been updating daily for about 3 years in Tencent space. The purpose is that even if no one knows in their lifetime, at least they can live up to themselves, there is still one thing that has been insisted on all their lives, time flies, turn my eyes to 28 years old. I can not one day suddenly find myself to 38 years old, or not the slightest growth, right?
Besides, I can't bear to part with those little red hearts.
Recently my family renovated the house, to be precise, it is for me to renovate the house. Little Mengmeng students are the only child. I have to admit, although from childhood to adulthood also experienced some small setbacks, but really did not suffer any pain, life, it is a mess.
The usual way of life is extremely simple, that is, "work hard until you are too tired to move→eat and rest→start working again" is a simple cycle, as in the high school life pattern. The circle of life is extremely small, and I don't talk to many people, and frankly, I hate socializing. Day by day, so repeated, in the blink of an eye, after graduation from graduate school, has been more than five years. At the beginning of the time had tried to change, thinking of not also like other brothers in general, take a normal road, admit the fate of a blind date or something (because of the unit of the small Mengmeng students are good, to the introduction of the object of a lot of people, but all were small Mengmeng students refused), however, once drummed up the courage to see a girl, during which also just sat for fifteen minutes, the results of the discovery of their own exceptionally disgusted with the occasion, I was I can't even sit and chat with someone for more than ten minutes, I just can't figure out why anyone would like to chat.
I've been listening to people chatting about how to raise their babies, how to get along with their mothers-in-law, and how to take care of their skin in a dry environment.
Whenever I encountered this situation, I was left with only one recreational activity, watching them speak, watching the expressions on their faces and how they observed each other and quickly switched topics, and then returning to the dormitory in the evening to record these things as the results of the day.
In this city, I live my life in this simple way, spiraling towards my goals.
Gradually, work became not only a tool to make ends meet, but also an obligatory drain on my energy to forget about anything else that might cause me serious frustration. Writing, or for me, more often than not, typing, is the only way to release myself and entertain myself. When a day of hard work, dragging the tired body back to the residence, open, click on the upper right corner of the red button, full-screen, write articles, suddenly feel that there is a piece of space in the world is not on me to set up a defense, you can ride at will.
And when a community is able to give personal encouragement, and that encouragement comes from a living, breathing person, the whole body is even more powerful. It's fair enough, you agree with the rules of the site, you create within its framework system, and as a reward, it rewards you with little hearts using its own unique mechanism to encourage you to keep doing what you're doing. It's something that's much more controllable than the vast majority of things in this world. There are no unspoken rules, and you don't need to be clever or have a hard background. Here, as a loser, there is a chance to earn respect, and words are our weapon. No need to complain, just stick with it.
Back to talk about my renovation of the house, in fact, the focus is not here, mom and aunt weekdays afraid of me busy, from the old home to help me keep an eye on the progress, live is in the old sister's home. Every day they are busy, sometimes go to the lower part of the neighborhood to join the square dance team to dance. I didn't like square dancing, I thought the movements were simple and not appreciated, and it was just some old ladies and old men who participated in it. Until I started to settle down in Lanzhou, I didn't understand until I saw them relaxing in the form of square dancing every day after their busy schedules, and enthusiastically saying that that team danced well and that team was teaching new steps. The point of square dancing is not for a handful of top artists to perform, but to give a platform for all ordinary people who are willing to give it a try, no matter how high or low their level is, to get a chance to express themselves. Your level is high? Fine, then you become the lead dancer and the centerpiece of this venue. Your level is low, but you want to work out and play along, also great, then this place will never turn you away.
The web is similar, in that sites like this are not set up for a very small number of elite authors to show the great value of their work, but for the most common of us, the ones who are almost twenty-four hours a day running around with our lives and our jobs, and then still harbor the desire to create and show off deep down in their hearts in the midst of all that hustle and bustle. You and I may be far apart in work and age, like me, nearly thirty years old, living in Lanzhou, quietly contributing to our country's scientific research in a small way. Maybe you have been struggling for many years, and have successfully taken root in China's first-tier cities such as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, stabilizing your business and successfully integrating into that city, so that you can't tell from the outside where you come from at all. He, on the other hand, is still in the countryside, undeniably one of the lowest income groups in China, working as a farmer and seeking hope for the future. But no matter where we are, how old we are, or whether life is difficult, we can take our ID cards, spend a few dollars, and get access to the Internet, and write what we feel, think, and want to write y in our hearts. As for appreciation, we naturally hope to obtain, but it does not matter if we cannot obtain. Because, we just want to write, whenever we encounter frustration, unable to complain, can only endure, we reach out to their upper hands, ten fingers are there, not take it away, as long as I am given a computer, so that I can connect to the Internet, as long as the ten fingers placed on the keyboard in the center of the ten keys, it will automatically dance, no matter what can not stop it. Because I was born to do it.
Life goes on. Every day has an almost uncountable number of annoyances.
As soon as I open my eyes, even on weekends, my cell phone is constantly ringing, urging you and me to get on to the next thing that seems ever so important.
Life is like a battle, and we run from one battlefield to another every day.
Work is a battle, socializing is a battle, reading is a battle, dinner is a battle, and even preparing ourselves for the future residence of the hut also have to constantly fight with the property, bank, decoration company.
Life doesn't seem to be slowing down at all.
You and I have to keep appearing in all sorts of situations, in offices, in restaurants, in properties, in renovation companies, in classrooms, in examination halls, in criticized conference rooms. But no matter where you and I show up, you and I can finally quiet down and calmly deal with all kinds of things, making everything on track.
What are you afraid of, ten fingers are still on their own, in the world of words, there will be no one to stop you and me from waving their talents.
There, all beings are equal, there is no difference between the young and the old, no need to stick to etiquette, there is no hierarchy, no need to yield to power, there is no difference between the poor and the rich, no need to make way for money. We will rely on words as a sword to stab anyone who gets in the way.
This is the real meaning of network writing.
This is the true meaning of online writing.