Leap past the confused days of life

Footsteps sounded in the corridor, followed by a hasty knock on the door.

"Who?" "Water bill."

Opening the door, a tall man came in, walked straight into the washroom with an indifferent expression, and went to check the water meter, which could dispel the owner's doubts about him. He seemed to be very familiar with the structure of the house here, walked straight into the washroom, squatted down and checked carefully The water meter converts the number into the amount of money that needs to be paid.

I directly paid the water bill due, the man who collected the water bill left, and the house was silent again.

Being disturbed, I couldn't resume my previous thoughts for a while and continued to write at my desk, so I had to let the time go by lazily, looking at the smoky oil stains on the wall in front of me, thinking that it was time to paint the wall, but I always shied away and didn't have time, in fact The body is lazy and does not want to move.

After a while I fell into deep thought again, because that's how I like to pass the time.

My eyes stare at objects for a long time, and I have eye fatigue, and I can see things blurred. Fatigue is like self-destruction. Humans are not machines, and they need to rest and recover before they can work better.

A piece of sad news. Unfortunately, she died very badly. The tragedy was unspeakable. People gathered together to mourn her loss and leave. It was a pity that she died after crying. She should not have walked on the road of no return. People admired her and gained sympathy from people in the industry. Why should it be like that?

Perhaps this is a mystery, and it will become the most talked about mystery of dying for love. How many good men and women have walked this road for the loyalty of love for thousands of years, those who survived could not understand it, and people gathered Sing together the songs she sang during her lifetime to express remembrance and condolences.

When I wake up early in the morning, I will have a new feeling, longing for life, and I often comfort myself, a happy life is a day, and a day of distress is also a day, so why not live every day happily.

In reality, a friend asked me what kind of life goals do you have?Yes, or no, I don't know how to answer his question?Perhaps it is impossible to answer, what kind of ideals can ordinary people have, the public's life goal of pursuing money is omnipotent, earning a few small money and gaining a little happiness from it, it seems that this is life, ideals in mind, I did not answer directly.

Time is wasted, there is no way to do this, most people will follow the trend if you need Hukou, this is beyond your own ability to control.

People work hard for their own interests. No matter what they do, they will involve interests. For example, when playing a game with rules, face it with a cynical attitude, invest in the stock market, and occasionally win a victory. Don’t be complacent. Nor can you be an absolute victorious general.

I can spend every day in a happy mood, and spend the available time on the literary creation that I have not achieved much so far but I really like.He is also tired of the stereotyped works he reads in his spare time. There is nothing novel, but the feeling of plain or repeated stories, so he occasionally watches TV selectively.

The TV station rebroadcasted the former Soviet Union's Great Patriotic War film "The Dawns Here Are Quiet". The film described the story of a group of young Soviet women who bloomed their beautiful, young and short lives in the flames of war. The film portrayed the lives of several women with different personalities and types. image.

The war reflects people's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys, which shows the beautiful girl of the charming type, the quiet and bookish girl of the scholar type, and the timid blonde girl, the revenge girl who goes through fire and water for her love and lover, in the battle. The heroic and valiant image performance.

These girls turned out to be female soldiers on the mission of defending the village in the rear. They hit the German plane with anti-aircraft machine guns. The headquarters asked a resourceful man to lead a few girls to hunt down the enemies who landed and chased the parachuted enemies. Suddenly, an unexpected enemy situation appeared, and when they found a large number of enemies who had substituted into the vicinity of the village, they were immediately stunned by the sight of a group of heavily armed regular army enemies appearing in front of them.

The only male commander had no time to report the situation to his superiors, so he had to send one of the female soldiers across the swamp to ask for reinforcements, but unfortunately fell into the swamp and died.The only man, the second lieutenant, gave the order to fight. The girls followed his instructions and prepared for battle. In the hand-to-hand combat, the female soldiers showed extremely high patriotic enthusiasm and heroism. fight.

The film shows the sacrifice spirit of heroic dedication, and also shows a story of beautiful love. In the back, a woman loves the second lieutenant deeply, and sits at the entrance of the village every day waiting for his return. The woman who loves him firmly believes in her The persistent story of a woman whose deeds are sure to win his love.This scene of waiting for the return of the lover is very touching and makes people feel the power of love.

In addition, I also like to watch political programs that tell about the ways of the world.

In real life, I even like admiring all kinds of women, looking at graceful young women, and secretly peeping at slim girls. The soft figure can bring people wonderful enjoyment.

In fact, this is not dirty, and sometimes I can perceive the beauty of the human body emotionally, and the impulsiveness does not lose the elegance of the world.So I am also a kind of person, with a wide range of tastes worthy of elegance. I know music, poetry, literature, and poetry. I occasionally hum a few tunes and play a few games of chess with others.

So I returned to reality, recorded these contents, turned them into materials, and practiced to improve my writing ability over time. Although I deviated from the original intention of creation, I also made progress to varying degrees. For example, I started to think about problems and reached a certain level. .

The creation of literary works requires a huge effort, and even a lifetime of energy to create. Literary works are the crystallization of wisdom and mind, and the expression of psychological activities and understanding of things.

The urge to create made me suffer from mental pain, dizziness, exhaustion, and even the reality that I lost my memory. I would forget what I just thought, and I couldn't calm down to think.

This is a manifestation of overwork. Sometimes I have convulsions when writing, which makes me lose my mind. I accept the sharpening of the soul and the painful punishment of the body. I am exercising willpower and endurance, and often have to endure loneliness and confusion alone. the behavior of.

I have completed all the stages of writing according to my long-term plan, and I feel that I have begun to turn to a good state. I have begun to realize that writing is long-term, hard, necessary, and at the cost of a person. Pay, uninterrupted practice at the desk, and constantly cultivate your character of hard work and hard work.

Ever since I was immersed in the vast volumes of books, I have been practicing without interruption. For decades, I will have a natural telepathy, but I feel that the finishing touch is still missing, and I am constantly revising the link of the article .