On the afternoon of May 2, I cut off the Internet, sat in front of my computer and turned on WPS in a daze, and typed a story. These four words
By Tuesday, May 27, 2003, at 02:30:42 am, this is a ridiculous thing.
I never thought I would write such words. Maybe it was anger, fear, maybe it was tired of endless accusations, maybe it was seen enough of those bloody little chickens that killed us, maybe it was because the anger in my heart was nowhere to be released...
Maybe everything is not going well, so there is a bloody fantasy
But since you have written the first line, then write the last line
No.5 characters, line spacing is zero, page margin is 10mm, A4 format, 104 pages, 200,3933 net words before sorting
For the convenience of writing articles by yourself, each page is one section, about 2,000 words
Therefore, the sections are trivial and unreasonable
Although it smells very bad, I can say confidently: I write very quickly - who is faster than me?
It's not easy to get such a lot of garbage in twenty-five days
If this thing is half shorter and half less, add some tenderness, some description, and craft the characters, it will definitely be better than now
Or simply write it into three parts, focusing on Xing Feiyang, Zhao Wuji and Prince Cheng, and reorganizing the article is also a good idea.
But my interest was over. After the 80th Festival, I felt very tired - I didn't go to bed after two o'clock every day, and I had to get up at eight o'clock the next day to make money. It would be strange if I wasn't tired.
Fortunately, it's over before it's completely finished
I wanted to modify it, but I still had the fun
The ending now looks very hasty, well, mainly two sections were deleted, five thousand words: As for the rewriting, I really don’t have that spirit, I’m sorry to the moderator
Talking about something else, a friend saw Zao Woo-ki's description and asked if it was my personal idea.
I can say clearly: It's not at all
I agree with the Confucianism and Taoism of the Song Dynasty, especially the preservation of the laws of heaven and the destruction of human desires. I especially appreciate it.
I think this sentence is a profound reflection on the relationship between people and society, and a rational attitude towards life
But it is impossible to rely on morality to restrain everyone
Especially when using good or bad to distinguish other people, it is very ridiculous
For example, the three men, Xing Feiyang, Zhao Wuji, and Prince Cheng, look good, the three types of people, the worst, but they are not.
They are all the same
Everyone is the same, as it is said in "Dream of Red Mansions": The poems of good and evil
Both the best and the worst are only found in legends
Morality is easy to collapse, so if you want to restrain people's behavior, you must rely on systems.
So many talents...
Ver the crane shadow in the cold pond, wedge, Hi!
Seeing the young man again, Han Hui felt panic, and two red clouds rose on her fair face.
She nodded gently, lowered her long eyelashes, and hurried into the teaching building
Why run so fast?
Chen Yan, with a cute face like a cartoon girl, panted exaggeratedly, trotted all the way, chased after Han Hui, pulling Han Hui's sleeve, Big sister, she just smiled at you...
Chen Yan came to Han Hui and said seriously: He looked very good when he smiled, and his teeth were very white.
Han Hui's face turned redder, and she raised the textbook in her hand and hit Chen Yan hard on her shoulder
Ouch……
Chen Yan stroked her shoulders, her eyebrows were twisted, and she said sobbingly: Sister, you are so cruel. I was already ordered to find out He Wei's background...
It turns out that his name is He Wei
Han Hui thought to herself, but said: Who asked you to inquire about others...
Hearing Han Hui's already delicate voice, he was a little more shy now. Chen Yan held her heart with both hands, made a dizzy expression, and said gasping: Sister, don't talk to me in this tone, my little sister will think you want to seduce him...
As he said that, he avoided Han Hui's annoyed pink fist, ran to the rooftop with a smile
Chen Yan, who had no way to escape, let Han Hui slap her a few times, leaned her back against the short wall and looked at her with a smile.
His name is He Wei?
Although Han Hui felt a little embarrassed, she still couldn't help but feel curious.
After all, that young man had helped him to help him get rid of the siege, and he looked as quiet as water, clear
He Wei, male, twenty-one years old, 1.75 meters tall...
Chen Yan took out a piece of paper from the bookcase seriously and started to recite it in a deep voice.
Before he finished reading, Han Hui was in his hand
The white printing paper shook slightly between the slender fingers, and the fragrant spring breeze gently lifted the hair of the two girls
Under the rising sun, the quiet campus seemed to be wrapped in a piece of clear amber, everything was so clear and so illusory
Time, place, characters soaked in light green time, everything is over, everything has not happened yet
This is either just a story, everything comes from the fiction of a boring person, and at the same time comes to imagination; or it is close to you and me, and the same thing is going on silently
By Tuesday, May 27, 2003, at 02:30:42 am, this is a ridiculous thing.
I never thought I would write such words. Maybe it was anger, fear, maybe it was tired of endless accusations, maybe it was seen enough of those bloody little chickens that killed us, maybe it was because the anger in my heart was nowhere to be released...
Maybe everything is not going well, so there is a bloody fantasy
But since you have written the first line, then write the last line
No.5 characters, line spacing is zero, page margin is 10mm, A4 format, 104 pages, 200,3933 net words before sorting
For the convenience of writing articles by yourself, each page is one section, about 2,000 words
Therefore, the sections are trivial and unreasonable
Although it smells very bad, I can say confidently: I write very quickly - who is faster than me?
It's not easy to get such a lot of garbage in twenty-five days
If this thing is half shorter and half less, add some tenderness, some description, and craft the characters, it will definitely be better than now
Or simply write it into three parts, focusing on Xing Feiyang, Zhao Wuji and Prince Cheng, and reorganizing the article is also a good idea.
But my interest was over. After the 80th Festival, I felt very tired - I didn't go to bed after two o'clock every day, and I had to get up at eight o'clock the next day to make money. It would be strange if I wasn't tired.
Fortunately, it's over before it's completely finished
I wanted to modify it, but I still had the fun
The ending now looks very hasty, well, mainly two sections were deleted, five thousand words: As for the rewriting, I really don’t have that spirit, I’m sorry to the moderator
Talking about something else, a friend saw Zao Woo-ki's description and asked if it was my personal idea.
I can say clearly: It's not at all
I agree with the Confucianism and Taoism of the Song Dynasty, especially the preservation of the laws of heaven and the destruction of human desires. I especially appreciate it.
I think this sentence is a profound reflection on the relationship between people and society, and a rational attitude towards life
But it is impossible to rely on morality to restrain everyone
Especially when using good or bad to distinguish other people, it is very ridiculous
For example, the three men, Xing Feiyang, Zhao Wuji, and Prince Cheng, look good, the three types of people, the worst, but they are not.
They are all the same
Everyone is the same, as it is said in "Dream of Red Mansions": The poems of good and evil
Both the best and the worst are only found in legends
Morality is easy to collapse, so if you want to restrain people's behavior, you must rely on systems.
So many talents...
Ver the crane shadow in the cold pond, wedge, Hi!
Seeing the young man again, Han Hui felt panic, and two red clouds rose on her fair face.
She nodded gently, lowered her long eyelashes, and hurried into the teaching building
Why run so fast?
Chen Yan, with a cute face like a cartoon girl, panted exaggeratedly, trotted all the way, chased after Han Hui, pulling Han Hui's sleeve, Big sister, she just smiled at you...
Chen Yan came to Han Hui and said seriously: He looked very good when he smiled, and his teeth were very white.
Han Hui's face turned redder, and she raised the textbook in her hand and hit Chen Yan hard on her shoulder
Ouch……
Chen Yan stroked her shoulders, her eyebrows were twisted, and she said sobbingly: Sister, you are so cruel. I was already ordered to find out He Wei's background...
It turns out that his name is He Wei
Han Hui thought to herself, but said: Who asked you to inquire about others...
Hearing Han Hui's already delicate voice, he was a little more shy now. Chen Yan held her heart with both hands, made a dizzy expression, and said gasping: Sister, don't talk to me in this tone, my little sister will think you want to seduce him...
As he said that, he avoided Han Hui's annoyed pink fist, ran to the rooftop with a smile
Chen Yan, who had no way to escape, let Han Hui slap her a few times, leaned her back against the short wall and looked at her with a smile.
His name is He Wei?
Although Han Hui felt a little embarrassed, she still couldn't help but feel curious.
After all, that young man had helped him to help him get rid of the siege, and he looked as quiet as water, clear
He Wei, male, twenty-one years old, 1.75 meters tall...
Chen Yan took out a piece of paper from the bookcase seriously and started to recite it in a deep voice.
Before he finished reading, Han Hui was in his hand
The white printing paper shook slightly between the slender fingers, and the fragrant spring breeze gently lifted the hair of the two girls
Under the rising sun, the quiet campus seemed to be wrapped in a piece of clear amber, everything was so clear and so illusory
Time, place, characters soaked in light green time, everything is over, everything has not happened yet
This is either just a story, everything comes from the fiction of a boring person, and at the same time comes to imagination; or it is close to you and me, and the same thing is going on silently
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