I've been living in the deep sea waiting for you to come back, the empty building is like sinking into the sea, the next sentence are what?

I'll start by saying that when you see this answer, I actually answered once, but I don't know what madness Baidu pumped, my answer somehow even disappeared. I would have said forget it, but when I returned to see other people actually copy and paste is everywhere on the Internet "Guo Jingming's classic quotes", so how sincere it is? I couldn't stand it, so I posted my own answer again. I'm not saying that my answers are that good, but these are some of the words that have warmed me or touched my heart.　　I hope you enjoy them.　　Your Life is So Long This article is actually pretty good in its own right. Guo Jingming published in the "island 10" inside the text, describing their own heartbreaking and unknown writing process. There is a sense of pathos when you read it.　　Your life is so long" Original text When you are young, you are just beginning to understand the world, you will be afraid of the darkness, afraid of separation, afraid of all the unknown journeys, afraid of death, afraid of such a short life. And years go by and you realize that your life will be so long. Those things you were afraid of, they're the things that last forever in this world.　　So you slowly closed your eyes and sang a long ago song in the twilight. The notes are washed clean and fragrant in the river of time. You think of the twilight with the snow and the wheat fields in the fall.　　The white clouds are slowly drifting across the sky again.　　01 How to start a poem without sounding pretentious. I've been thinking about this for a long time.　　My earliest glimpse of the world was of a dark night with dark clouds rolling across the sky. I was asleep in my mother's arms, my forehead burning, and she was carrying me alone to the hospital in the middle of the night. She traveled through the darkness of the night in a hurry. Lightning lit up the sky in a flash.　　And so the years passed.　　These nights were repeated countless times in my early years.　　As the years passed, the town, which had grown old as I grew up, slowly turned gray in the ashes. Cab fares are still at the standard five-dollar starting price, as if you can get all the way through the city center for about ten bucks. Nothing has changed but the ashes.　　Except for the appearance of two new four-star hotels. And a couple of clubs that play remixed techno from the Knives.　　And the child she held in her arms is now in Dalian, the wettest of the three northeastern provinces. She was wrapped up in bed reading a book. The room was filled with the sound of five other girls sleeping, in addition to her own muffled breathing.　　She realized that she didn't really like winter. Especially the end of such a wet winter.　　But if it snowed, she might like it.　　"The whole earth and sky glowed gently." Sentences about snow.　　02 I've been remembering my old self lately.　　It happens very, very often.　　03 When I was in elementary school, I was the best writer in my class.　　I won the second prize in the National Olympic Composition Contest.　　Every Friday afternoon, there were two composition classes, and they were the happiest days of the week. In elementary school, the teacher's blackboard had a schedule of classes posted on it. Whenever I went to the trash can next to it to throw out garbage, I would quickly glance at the words "Composition Class".　　I was 8 or 9 years old.　　04 Later in life. I was always accompanied by the piano.　　I think the only reason I didn't have a childhood was because of the piano.　　It took up most of my time.　　I thought it was my great dream to become a pianist.　　But I lost the hearing in my left ear.　　It lasted 5 years.　　It ended.　　05 Many years passed after that.　　I was a junior in high school.　　I got my first pair of Adidas sneakers.　　I learned about Nike and Levi's.　　I didn't even know about G-STAR. 06 We all say that if we sprinkle breadcrumbs along the way, we can find our way back to the beginning before the birds peck it clean. But we neglected to realize that every tiny crumb is no different from dust, and when rubbed into the eyes, it can also bring tears to the eyes.　　07 When I was in junior high school, I copied a lot of sentences into my diary. I was so touched by the youthfulness of dramas that I fell on the couch and shoved my hands deep into the cushions, tears rolling out one by one, and then I had to rush out of the house because I was going to be late for class. With a lump in my throat and tears on my face, I rushed into class.　　I hid under the covers and wrote in my diary with a flashlight, just like the high school kids on TV. Even though I didn't live in the school, I didn't need to turn off the electricity, and there was no teacher to check on me.　　But I wanted to be like them. I wanted to be one of them, the ones who were so wildly youthful.　　I wanted to become a more mature being.　　A feeling of admiration, of almost looking up to them. The desire for the beautiful youth of high school students was reflected in my heart and turned into a great longing.　　08 Please fold your memories into the present.　　Please compare vanity with dreams.　　Please dismantle the sky and the earth.　　Carry the glory and loneliness on your back.　　With the weight of silence.　　Please follow me all the way to the uninhabited end, to the cold-covered expanse of ice.　　The end of light and ink.　　09 Then I realized.　　It doesn't matter what kind of person you are.　　What matters is what kind of person you are playing.　　You have to wear fancy clothes, you have to be gentle.　　You're not shocked by sadness, you're tolerant.　　You'll lose your armor along the way, but at the same time, you'll be putting up a stronger wall inside.　　10 The fairy tale says, the prince with the sword slowly walked through the fields, at first it was a golden fall, the heavy wheat is heavy joy. Then it became winter, and the world was swallowed up by barrenness. The prince did not stop, he just sat down and rested for a while, then he raised his hand and wiped his eyes, and continued walking with his sword.　　We don't know where he ended up, we just see the seasons slowly changing behind him.　　The green springtime when swallows carry dirt under the eaves.　　In the hot summer the lake was as blue as the cornflowers in the palace of the deep.　　And the golden fall, when the leaves are like butterflies.　　And then came the winter, which none of us liked.　　For the nth winter, the prince's footprints disappeared in the snow. The sword was stuck at a fork in the road, still shining brightly.　　He must have gone somewhere he wanted to go. Although we can't find him, we know that he must have lived a happy life.　　11 In the spring rain and cool autumn wind, the sun and shadow of the Huaihe River are long. The yellow hair in the courtyard jumps on the stone steps, and the stone steps turn from green to yellow.　　Cicadas hide in silence, but the season is busy. The snow filled Shuo Bei, and the bottom of the lake was cold.　　I was once a young man who didn't know how to be sad, but my black hair was frosted in three days.　　In my dream, I look at the corridor with a smile, the world is short, the world is long.　　I don't know whether the owner has read Guo Jingming is "the most novel" on the serialized novel "small time", the following essay "projector" is he wrote for himself and the characters in the book, after reading it is very touching, but also on the world's view has changed.　　The original text of The Projector In this chaotic world, there are many, many me's. Each of us has a myriad of selves that warmly project the force to continue surviving in this cold society. They are another part of me in the world, completing and fulfilling a life that I cannot.　　In many dreams they surround me, they become me.　　I've been on the road of storytelling for seven years, if you count from the first novel. Seven years is a very long time, almost a third of my age. During this long process, there are many characters I created, and they all exist vividly in my memory. But the only time I felt they all came to life was in the recent film "Small Time".　　Many of the previous characters were just characters in a story, and they were used to create a beautiful story for everyone to feel sad and sigh.　　But this time, they are like many, many me.　　I don't know whether I am becoming more and more complicated in this society, or my heart is getting more and more divided.　　That day, I suddenly had an idea, I want to write to them, to these people who are alive in my novels.　　To：Gu Li How to define you, the golden lady or the ice-cold computer? You live in this world at a height no one else can reach, always looking cold and sharp.　　They say you are cold, unsympathetic, hateful, gold-digging, and materialistic but not human.　　There may be nothing wrong with that.　　Everyone inevitably grows up. Yesterday we validate in the warm campus, sour and sweet love and anxious exams is all the sky above our heads. The future we imagined at that time was like a gorgeous rose placed in a vacuum booth, glittering with dewdrops. Today, we emerge from the subway early in the morning with a haggard, sleep-deprived face. This moment of each day marks the moment when we add a shovelful of dirt to the tombstone of the "past" - we are burying it little by little.　　We become adults who write plans over coffee and computers.　　We become adults who stay up late at night making programs and making arrangements.　　We become adults who don't jump up and down and don't wear colorful clothes anymore.　　We are being changed by the world day by day, and we are changing the world day by day.　　I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. But in any case, it is our destiny.　　Many times, I would like to be like you, all around my life around the people, things, things, all quantified into a number, into my computer, and then use the principle of equivalent exchange and the system, to evaluate a trade-off program. This seems simple, direct, and incredibly powerful.　　But I don't have such a strong power to control my joy and sorrow. I am still happy about the vanities of life and frustrated by the disappointments of others. Every day, I add various colors to the container called "heart", red for happiness, blue for sadness, gray for frustration, and gold for vanity. 。。。。。。 Drop by drop, the paint drips in, and then the heart is stirred into a thick black soup.　　And Xu really does have to not care at all about what others think in order to live a stronger life.　　Is that what you're like?　　I used to think that people who dare to love and hate need a great deal of courage, but then I gradually realized that in fact, people who live with a mask of indifference, people who don't care at all about other people's love and hate are the ones who need a great deal of courage.　　Our love for people or hate for others, in a certain sense, in fact, is a sign of weakness. We can't control the great desires of our hearts and our jealousy and hatred of others, we live with our sensuality with abandon, and we lose control of our excitement in the face of frustration.　　I want to be you.　　It's like planting a seed in your body, a seed that is a fragment of my soul, hoping that after many years, this fragment will break through the ground and grow into a huge forest. In the hurricane that swept in from the sea, they still stood tall, rocking and shouting in the wind. While the lightning brightens the earth, this forest is as clear as the tumbling sea.　　I want to be as strong as you.　　I want to be as strong as you, as strong as the sea.　　To：Lin Xiao Timid, delicate, sensitive, kind, dependent on others, weak and contented you, in the eyes of many people, your personality is covered by the light of other protagonists, Ni is not as strong as Gu Li, nor is she as literary as Nan Xiang, and even more so than the deviant Tang Wanru. It seems that everyone treats you as a dispensable existence.　　Is this perhaps your attitude towards life? I always think so.　　Validate the warmth of the past campus sunset, you also cling to your friends and lovers around you, like a piece of soft silk, wrapped around all kinds of sweetness and sadness in life, lining them into sparkling jewels.　　You have no pursuit of the world, although you also silently strive, mixed with tears of failure and scolding with humiliation. They come from a world you haven't touched, and you take a step into this light and sharp world with your eyes wide open.　　You are like me in the past, rushing recklessly into this society for the first time. Bruised and battered, with tears in your teeth.　　The world is suddenly flipped 180 degrees, revealing a side of you that you don't recognize at all.　　The material impacts on human emotions, only the people who are really surrounded by these huge waves are qualified to talk about the so-called ideals and vulgarity. Just as a soldier who has not really come from the battlefield is not qualified to talk about the greatness or cruelty of war.　　Like you, I am also very frustrated with life. No matter how much effort you put in, others will not see it, they will only ever hold on to the moment you fall, always expecting you to fall, expecting your life to suddenly turn into a mess, suddenly become broken and ragged.　　You hold on in such a world, so you hold on to Guly's hand.　　When I left school, I was even younger than you.　　At that time, I didn't know what brand names were, or what the exquisite life of Shanghai's high society looked like. When I suddenly became glamorous, I was completely dazzled by the blinding flash.　　I experienced the same humiliation as you - when I walked into a high-class hotel wearing cheap sneakers, the waiter looked at me with that kind of gaze; when attending some high-class show, the person in charge of publicity and planning nonchalantly asked me, "Let me take you to the dressing room. I'll take you to the dressing room, change out of your casual clothes, this is a formal occasion. "I had experienced the first time I went to a brand name store, and the clerk didn't even turn her eyes to look at me. I got up the courage to look at one of the dresses and asked if I could take it off and try it on, and the clerk still didn't look over her shoulder, she said coldly, "You don't fit into that dress," to somewhere in the air.　　Really, at that time I looked at those clothes on the German label, I always thought that their price is not more than a zero.　　There are a lot of things like this that happen in this cold Shanghai. I hate this city, but I also love it. Because it's like a balance, when you have enough weight, you can make the other side of the huge weights that seem to be on top of each other high up.　　I can understand how you feel when you lie under the covers at night and cry, really, I've already felt it when I was very young. Including once on the Internet, saw someone else post: "His illumination film on the pair of shoes, is in front of the school store to buy ah, as if only 50 bucks it. He's not a writer, he's really poor."　　Hundun light, full of noise space light and shadow change out of the sadness and happiness heavy depression in the chest We constantly give up their own armor and then finally see in others once familiar self at that moment hot tears can not help but gush out of the eyes mask power lies in letting you don't have to play their own Continuous screening is the small earth To: lluvia finally still inevitably write about you.　　But, how do I define you. Ni no expression face, in fact, is not on earth a kind of huge disappointment and give up?　　Our elementary school time will be asked by the teacher what you want to do in the future your ideal is what at that time will get the teacher praise the answer must be "I want to do an elementary school teacher" "I want to do a scientist" "I want to do a soldier" "I want to do a hardworking farmers uncle" to high school we began to fill in the college entrance examination volunteering time these once praised the ideal must be exchanged for the parents classmates teachers I want to be a good banker in the finance department I want to be a good architect in the architecture department I want to be a good lawyer in the law department I want to be a good dentist in the dental department I want to be a good certified public accountant in the accounting department I want to make lots of money in the future When we graduate, we will go to a big city like Shanghai and Beijing. We need to have a good job with a good salary and enough savings to get married and have children. We need to be able to buy a house. We need to be able to drive to work. We need to be able to earn a lot of money to bring our parents to the big city. We need to save up money to take care of our parents when they get old and sick. We need to be able to afford to give our little ones nice clothes and high-performance computers. computers don't let them go to internet cafes to surf the net teachers and parents classmates and friends all applauded for such an ideal who didn't point out that what we need is money lluvia sometimes i wonder what kind of existence our life is to put it bluntly many times i feel that this is a farce at any time will be blood and flesh to fly for which we are disappointed for the leaping of joy excitement sadness touching hatred melancholy what is it all about?　　After a few hundred years they're just a dark corner of the memory, dusted with fine dust, and I know your life well enough to know that there are parts of it that I can relate to. You're the top predators of society, you squander the paychecks that other people have to work hard for every month to buy a glass, your feet are almost untouched by the dust of the world, you get out of your black limousine and you walk into a red-carpeted office building, and you've got to get out and get out and get out and get out. You get out of your black limousine and step into the red-carpeted lobby of your office building. You go to fancy restaurants and almost never eat at home, but your home has the finest of kitchen appliances and a permanent 6° to 18° wine fridge lined up with all kinds of wines and champagnes. You change your cell phone and your watch as fast as you change your socks. Your handbags are sometimes as much as the value of other people's living rooms. The sharpness is enough to cut off the connection between everyone in the world and you but no one sees you in the darkness no one has ever seen your real appearance when you go home and close the door a whole world is closed behind you Once in Times Square, I had dinner with my company and was about to go downstairs to the first floor when I turned around and walked into the Gucci store on the ground floor I saw a pair of white shoes tried them on and thought they looked quite good so I asked the lady to wrap them up for me. I asked the lady to wrap them up, and when she took the shoes, I asked her out of curiosity, "How should I wash these shoes if they get dirty? Send them to a professional dry cleaner?"　　The salesgirl heard my words after stopping the action on the hand with a very complex eyes slightly with a little haughty look at me and said: "Sir, this shoe box has its instructions can not be washed" I froze for a moment and said "that do not need to be washed just dry-cleaned it?"　　"I said not washable." "What about just rubbing them with a towel?"　　"No." "Then you have to clean them. You can't just wear them for two or three days, can you?" I was a little impatient but surprisingly the sales clerk was obviously more impatient than me she took a deep breath and then said to me with a cold face "Sir the people who buy our shoes usually don't walk too much they go out by car or are in a very tidy environment if your living environment is not good or you need to squeeze the bus and subway to commute to work and need to spend a lot of time walking, then I can only say that this shoe is not suitable for you and I don't recommend it. The light in the store was white and bright and shone on my face and hers we had no expression on each other the world is not fair you have to learn to get used to it there are people who dig diamonds with a single stroke of a hoe and there are people who work so hard to open up a mountain and dig a mine that finally collapses with a loud bang and becomes their final grave the other day on the internet I saw a thread discussing my work and my life in it A lot of people about more than a hundred followers look particularly lively look Their discussion is divided into two parts The first part is: I used to like his work he wrote "Summer Solstice" he wrote "the edge of love and pain" in which Xiao Si how innocent and simple school dreams it simple student life he and his friends in front of the school drinking a dollar watermelon ice you look at his now full of material he is no longer the former him I have a lot of books at home Europe, America, China, Taiwan, traditional Chinese, Japanese, all kinds of books whether I can read them or not I will pick them up and flip through them when I have nothing else to do to see other people's designs other people's ideas and other people's concepts of book publishing and Chinese novels for an afternoon but I seldom look at my own books and I realized that I will never go back to my previous years that summer when the smell of disinfected water from the swimming pool was so strong that it smelled like a pool and it smelled of disinfected water from the pool. The summer that smelled like swimming pool disinfectant, the days of senior year purgatory, the seasons when the camphor trees were like a rich ocean, when I shouted, "I don't want to grow up, I want to be a child forever." I envied Peter Pan. I envied Peter, I must go to the Never Land, but later I gradually gave up, because after entering this society I was ridiculed by countless people because of my simplicity, people don't sympathize with tears, people don't pity the weak, and when you complain about your pain on the Internet, in a flash your words are reposted in every direction, and countless people use these pretentious and complaining words as a weapon of attack, like polishing your own dagger with your own hands, and then I also want to lie on the grass and sunbathe forever I also want to drink watermelon ice for a dollar forever without any loss I also want to wear simple clothes and listen to simple CDs and live a simple 17 year old life but it's impossible because I'll never have another 17 year old in my life I've also tried to take a taxi to go to a few events in Shanghai I've also tried to take a taxi to some events in Shanghai and the people who greeted me looked at me with scorn and disdain as I got out of the cab they kindly took your hand and smiled at you warmly and then when they got backstage they shared their joy with someone else "did I tell you that he's so poor that he can't even afford a car?"　　I also experienced the first time to participate in a fashion magazine shoot carrying a big bag of their favorite clothes to the studio and then the magazine stylist rolling his eyes in my paper bag rummaging through the moment he could not find a glimpse of his favorite clothes photographer next to the stylist impatient urging more impatient stylist said, "What urge you think he looks like this can be photographed?"　　The sharpness of society is like a knife when it cuts you if you don't have a hard armor you are waiting to be cut in half the second part of their discussion is: his money is not the money we buy him books he drags his ass ah without us buying his books starve him to death he can wear brand name it really disappointed in him when I was young and working in the bank mom was fined compensation and deducted an additional 100 dollars for most of the 100 yuan for the customer when my mother's monthly salary was only $120 my mother shed tears for two nights when I was about seven years old my father bought his first branded shirt it cost a lot of money but my father smiled happily he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror he looked handsome these are all about money money money brings happiness and sadness but when we spend money on a movie and enjoy a good half an hour we have to spend money on a good movie and enjoy a good time But when we pay to see a movie and enjoy a pleasant hour and a half when we pay to sell a CD and enjoy an afternoon full of music when we pay to eat a delicious dinner in the restaurant when we buy a beautiful dress in the store in a happy mood when we do not go back to the movie theater video store restaurant store people say: What do you make money? If we do not give you money you would have starved to death" I and my mother on the phone inside the mother is very angry: "You do not pay attention to them you make money openly and honestly you do not steal or rob why do other industries make money is natural and righteous and you work hard to write a book for them to see the editorial magazines for them to see but also to be insulted by them?!"　　I said to my mother on the phone that it was nothing after I hung up the phone I took a shower and then continued to write the end of "Small Times" this was the forty-ninth consecutive hour I hadn't slept the publisher's deadline hung over my head I drank a cup of coffee and looked at the time on the bottom right corner of the computer at 02:10 and then resumed my work if you look up from the downstairs lawn you can see the lonely light of my room lit up in the darkened building but they won't see it they'll never see it they'll never see me again but they won't see it they are enjoying sweet sleep and dreams at this time all they see is your back as you walk downstairs early in the morning carrying your Louis Vuitton and the driver pulls open the door and you get in their jealous eyes poking you in the back and making you a bloody mess "if we didn't give him the money he would have starved to death what right does he have to wear a brand name?!"　　I understand your huge disappointment in the world because I'm the same This is a little long, but it's all heartbreaking or heartwarming words that are easy to read.　　I hope you enjoy it.