Work? Reading? Listen to music? Watching movies? Go shopping? Press the road?
24 hours, in addition to the necessary rest time, the rest is pressure, pleasure, and perhaps a lot of bitter cocktails. Only those who brew it themselves can make it clear.
Drink it, raise your head, and the infinite happiness after overcoming difficulties will jump on the young face.
Someone understood and smiled at each other. That is a bosom friend. More people don't understand and pass by as always. However, this is not important. When geese fly over the blue sky, they will leave traces of pride.
We work hard, we struggle, and in a strange city, we rely on an indomitable heart and a brain that has studied hard for 20 years to cope with seemingly endless difficulties. Just like the hero in the game running with a knife, the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, and the God blocks and kills the God.
Life is like a banshee, stretching out countless tentacles and turning into countless trivial things that have to take time to deal with, killing almost all the possibilities in 24 hours. Don't give you any breathing space. I want to drag you down, I want to defeat you, I want you to submit to her rule, kneel under her gentle skirt and enjoy the little gift she gave me.
However, we are still young and should indulge. We are still young, so we have to fight back. We are still young, so even if the pressure of life squeezes out all the possibilities within 24 hours. We still need to look for more possibilities, even if this possibility is still 24 hours away from us.
From 2065438+February 2007, I discovered that since then, the law of life has changed.
Every day, I get stuck on the Internet, pour water one after another, brush my head again and again, contribute traffic fees to operators, and completely ignore pictures, which even slows down the progress of my normal work-how can I not slow down when I work overtime from 7:00 to 10:00 every night?
I updated some words in Tencent QQ space for more than three years before, and then moved to it in less than a month. In fact, I updated the words on both websites. The original intention is to experience the community environment of two different websites, change my writing style, and at the same time make an extra copy of my text. However, less than a week after I entered this website, I was completely captured by the submission mechanism that I hated at first. Contribute? Well, the Internet should serve the public. Why should I reject the manuscript? They spoke confidently, as if it were my fault. Until one day, a little red heart appeared under a text I wrote that was only for network backup, and then ...
Huh? I have to add pictures, which is very tiring. However, since it can improve the rate of Chinese manuscripts, it is still worth making some efforts to find them.
Huh? You want to change your original writing habits and change the indentation of the first line to a new line? Why should I change my habits? Well, wait a minute, it looks more beautiful this way.
A month later, I looked at what I had written. Although the level is still very poor, I have become more concerned. Although you can't change the text again and again, at least you can adjust the format correctly and correct the found typos. I used to keep updating in Tencent space every day for about 3 years. The purpose is that even if no one knows for a lifetime, at least I can live up to myself. There is one more thing that persists for a lifetime, and time flies. In an instant, I was 28 years old. You can't suddenly find yourself 38 years old one day, or you haven't made any progress, can you?
Besides, I can't bear to part with those little hearts.
Recently, my home was renovated. To be exact, it was for me. MengMeng Jr. is an only child. I have to admit that although I have experienced some minor setbacks since I was a child, I really haven't suffered anything and my life is a mess.
A normal lifestyle is extremely simple, that is, a simple cycle of "working too hard to move → resting → starting work again", just like the lifestyle in high school. I live in a small circle and don't talk much to people. To tell the truth, I hate socializing. It has been more than five years since I graduated from graduate school. At first, I tried to change, thinking that I would go the normal way like other buddies, and accept a kiss or something (because MengMeng's work unit is good, and many people introduced me, but they were all rejected by MengMeng's classmates). However, once I got up the courage and met a girl, so I sat there for fifteen minutes. I found myself extremely disgusted with this occasion. I even sat and talked with people for more than ten minutes.
Listen to many people talking about how to raise a baby, how to get along with her mother-in-law, and how to maintain her skin in a dry environment.
Whenever this happens, I have only one kind of entertainment, watching them talk, watching the expressions on their faces, and watching how they quickly change the topic by observing each other. After returning to the dormitory at night, I will record these things as today's achievements.
In this city, I live in this simple way, spiraling towards my goal step by step.
Gradually, work is not only a tool for me to make a living, but also a tool for me to spend all my energy forgetting any other forces that may lead to serious frustration. And writing, or for me, is more like typing, which is the only way to release myself and entertain myself. After a hard day, I dragged my tired body back to my residence, opened it, clicked the red button in the upper right corner and wrote an article in full screen. Suddenly, I feel that there is a space in this world that I am unprepared for, and I can gallop at will.
And when a community can give individual encouragement, and this encouragement comes from the living, the whole body is more powerful. Fair enough. You agree with the rules of the website and create within its framework. As a reward, it uses its own unique mechanism to reward your little heart and encourage you to continue. This matter is much more controllable than most things in the world. There are no hidden rules, no versatility, and no good background. Here, as diaosi, we also have the opportunity to win respect, and words are our weapons. Don't complain, just stick to it.
Come back and talk about my house decoration, but that's not the point. My mother and menstruation were afraid that I would be busy on weekdays, so they came from their hometown to help me watch the progress and stayed at my sister's house. When they are busy every day, they sometimes go to the ground floor of the community to join the square dance team. It turns out that I don't like square dance, and I feel that simple movements have no appreciation value, and some aunts and grandfathers are involved. It was not until I began to live in Lanzhou that they relaxed in the form of square dance after being busy every day, saying with great interest that the team danced well and that they were teaching new dance steps. The significance of square dance is not to let a few top artists perform, but to give people a platform, so that all ordinary people who are willing to try their skills, regardless of their level, can get a chance to express themselves. You have a high level? Ok, then you will be the lead dancer and the core of this venue. Your level is low, but you want to exercise and play with it, which is also good. Then you will never be rejected here.
The internet is similar. For example, this website is not set up for a few elite authors to show the great value of their works, but for us ordinary people, who are busy for life and work almost 24 hours a day, and then still have the desire to create and show in their hearts after being busy. Your job and my age may be far apart. Like me, I am nearly 30 years old, living in Lanzhou, and quietly doing my bit for China's scientific research. Maybe you have struggled for many years, successfully rooted in China's first tier cities Beishangguang, stabilized your career, and successfully integrated into that city. I can't tell where you are from by your appearance. He is still in the countryside, among the undeniable lowest-income groups in China, while farming, while seeking for the future expectations. But no matter where we are, how old we are, and whether our life is bitter or not, we can take our ID card and spend a few dollars to get the opportunity to surf the Internet and write what we deeply feel, think and want to write online. As for appreciation, we naturally hope to get it, but it doesn't matter if we can't get it. Because we just want to write. Whenever we encounter setbacks and can't complain, we can only endure them. We reached out and saw that all ten fingers were there and didn't take them away. Just give me a computer and let me connect to the Internet. Just put these ten fingers on the ten keys in the center of the keyboard and it will dance automatically. Nothing can stop it. Because I was born with it.
Life goes on. There are countless troubles almost every day.
When I wake up, even on weekends, my mobile phone will keep ringing, urging you and me to deal with the next thing that seems to be forever important.
Life is like a battle, and we move from one battlefield to another every day.
Work is a battle, communication is a battle, reading is a battle, eating is a battle, and even preparing a cabin for yourself to live in, we must constantly fight with property companies, banks and decoration companies.
Life seems to never stop.
You and I will constantly appear in various occasions, in offices, hotels, properties, decoration companies, classrooms, examination rooms, and conference rooms that have been approved in a mess. But no matter where you and I are, you and I can finally calm down, calmly deal with all kinds of things and get everything on the right track.
What are you afraid of? Ten fingers are still on me. In that world of words, no one will stop you and me from displaying our talents.
There, all beings are equal, regardless of age, etiquette, rank, power, wealth, to make way for money. We will rely on language as a sword to stab anyone who gets in the way.
This is the real meaning of the net.