The end of the month has passed in the blink of an eye, and this is only the third article of the month. In fact, I have written a lot more this month than usual, but they are all trivial fragments that I don’t want to show. The peacock is beautiful, but if it spreads its wings infinitely and licks and combs those beautiful wings, it will never be able to fly. It’s just superficial and not worth looking at carefully.
I was sleepy on the weekend, and suddenly I got up on the trampoline. I really wanted to go back to the studio to drink coffee and read a book. So I didn’t feel sleepy at all, I freshened up and went out at around seven o’clock, and bought breakfast at McDonald’s. The waiter mistakenly ordered me two more fried dough sticks, so I was overly full and had no desire to go back and make coffee and read a book. Now I was lying on the edge of the river embankment outside McDonald’s, typing on my mobile phone, riding the humid and moist breeze of the South Pacific, watching the rippling blue waves of the Pearl River, which seemed good. It can be said that this is the fault of young people who are showing off, but it can also be attributed to their laxity.
Watch the typing cursor flash. I really can't imagine that there are just some electronic circuits in this, and they have no sense or rationality at all. Why can it really write the words I want to write according to my wishes, and even come up with unexpected phrases that would be even more icing on the cake?
Liu Cixin's "The Three-Body Problem" won the grand prize. I really like what he said: "This has no impact on me because I live in a third- and fourth-tier city and no one around me knows me."
I like simple and unassuming principles. Calmness is of course the realm.
That means you must understand a lot of great principles and also know a lot of ways to survive in the market in order to be calm and composed.
Many people understand the truth, and those who seem to understand but not understand understand best. But when it comes to survival in the market, what are your views on fate, life and death, reincarnation, ants and maggots?
Sky burial is a popular form of burial in Tibetan areas. Sky burial platforms are usually set up on the hillside next to temples. The ground of the corpse forest is covered with soil soaked in blood and water, just like the soil moistened by rain, but with a light fishy smell. The air seems to start to stay when it flows to this land, which makes people feel psychologically depressed. It is as gloomy as a dark cloud. Everyone who is watching it for the first time has a dry mouth and anxious eyes, and dilated pupils. They are struggling hard not to let others see their fear, and find that their fearful heartbeat has slowed down. The whole person is as heavy as lead, and the pressure is just overturning. It has just reached the limit that you can bear, no more.
There are funerals almost every day in the sky burial platform. The sky burial masters are as expressionless as cutting beef and mutton, just like us looking at the pork in the vegetable market. From my personal understanding, the protagonist of Sky Burial is not blood, life, or lamentation. But the group of eagles eating happily, you think it is very complicated, very vast, very shocking, how to beat the soul, but it is nothing more than a delicious meal. Life seems to be very special. What we feast on are the bones and meat of other creatures, but what the eagle happily eats is a meal that it considers to be an ordinary meal.
In a person's life, he grows up from infancy, feels the air, touches the sunshine, smells the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, everything is so beautiful. I also felt love and possession, hatred and enmity, parting and abandonment, understood good and evil, and grasped material, contracts, and ideals; I also understood games and calculations, distinguished pros and cons, learned judgment, and then made decisions.
TA has traveled many roads, seen many things and truths, selectively believed in some of them, and then ignored those that she did not want to perceive, and grew into a fruit that is needed in society. Regardless of poverty, begging, robbery, wealth, elegance or prophet, everything seems to be arranged properly. The so-called hard work and struggle, which seems to be a turbulent life, turn out to be nothing.
All the painstaking efforts and silent cultivation are not worth the slightest wave.
In the end, no matter how humble or great, no matter how rigid or tolerant, or the perfectly plump limbs, the torso like a dead tree, countless legendary lives, they become a meal for vultures.
Anti-Chicken Soup Movement
I have written more than one million words in the past two years, and one-third of them have been published. I write with a little bit of fame and fortune. After all, it is good to receive some business. Who is not short of money? But what sticks is more love.
Occasionally when I have nothing to write, I just piece together some chicken soup and Buddhist scriptures. I can't help but laugh when I look at it. Although I can maintain the appearance of an "ambitious young man" who does not do evil, it is not a long-term solution after all, and it is not a long-term skill.
You can’t have too much chicken soup after all. A vigorous anti-chicken soup movement has quietly emerged on the Internet. I am also thinking of a change. If I want to be able to type without pressure and write about my emotions and sorrows as I like, the only way is to establish a country. Please reply to the number "084" to check out "Utopia" to see what the serious and persistent Forrest Gump will do.