Yu Moumou said: Time flies so fast, I have been coding for a while. As I watched my articles being published one by one, I felt an inexplicable sense of security. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people who appreciate pure literature, and there are very few people who can record their lives in words. I'm glad that I'm still persisting; I'm glad that I still have this feeling. I am really grateful to my friends who continue to appreciate and share my articles with all their heart. You are my biggest motivation for writing.
The magic of the Internet cannot be underestimated. It makes the physical distance between people closer and closer; but it also makes our psychological distance become farther and farther. Sometimes I feel that the teaching profession is very sad. The relationship between teachers and students only lasts three years. There are exceptions to everything. When teachers and students share the same feelings, even if we are far apart and never contact you, I still cherish each other. Zhang Xiao is a student friend that I never keep in touch with. He is a student in my subject class. He was a literature lover then, and he is still a literature lover now. This article was written in 2013. Through words, we can travel through Zhang’s heart and feel his heartbeat at that time. This is the power of words, and this is the power of literature.
About the author: Zhang Xiao, an outstanding graduate of Dunhua Experimental Middle School in 2011, studied at the College of Humanities and Information of Changchun University of Technology. His first job after graduation was at the headquarters of Suning.com, and now he has moved to an Internet company to do operations. Manager, current annual salary is 170,000.
? What I want to say
The flying flowers in April naturally have a special charm. The moist snow in the north and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River have complemented each other to outline the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers since ancient times. They are also like a gentle and sharp carving knife, deeply engraved in the bones of the poets who moved here. From then on, one sad song after another began to flow, melancholy, yet generous.
The touch of spring is always slightly mixed with the temperature of the north wind, which makes you enjoy it a little and hurt a little. It's really like our era. Far away from the time of the impact of red ideological trends, farewell to the years of economic and cultural collision, when the words 80 gradually faded out of magazines and newspapers, we were still looking for faith, but to no avail. Suddenly, I found that the red scarf no longer fluttered on my chest in the wind, the squadron committee on my shoulders reflected the golden color of the sun, and I blurted out swear words openly. Everything had changed. It was not as abstract as Kafka, but had its own style. Occasionally when I raise my head and look at the blue sky, I seem to remember something I trusted, but it is no longer important. Some people try to fill the void with love. Another door opens and the curtain slowly rises. There must be joy and sadness. It was destined before the door opened, just like Aladdin's door, except we don't have the purple ring.
Flowers fall in the flowing water, and clouds float in dawn dreams. The piano of life is playing in an orderly manner, sometimes high-pitched and radical, sometimes low and gloomy. The princesses have continued the beauty of fairy tales, always holding a lock in their delicate and spotless hands, which is called a sense of security. I thought I could lock the whole world, but I seem to have forgotten one thing. Sometimes you don't need a ring to open the door. You just need to take two steps back and break through the door. Of course the prince has a reason. You are not the most insecure person in the world. Obama and bin Laden have never slept soundly several times in their lives. As a result, scenes of joys and sorrows began to unfold. When it appears on the page, it becomes a novel; when it is dragged onto the screen, the romance makes you cry. I would venture to call it the original sin of love.
However, this does not represent everyone’s view of love. It's not like Schopenhauer, who first denies everything, then thinks that what he has now has been earned, and lives his life optimistically. Or this can only be a piece of Chinese medicine for the soul. Take it when you are sick, and the medicine will cure the disease. If you drink it often, it will go to him. Some lamented that there was no montage technique at that time, otherwise the ancients would have read "Laozi" and "On Life" as having the same purpose but the same purpose.
Of course, this does not mean to deny the value of love in a literal way. I just want to make it clear that love cannot be used as faith.
Just like a credit card cannot be used as money, once the balance is broken, you will be in debt. I miss the old days very much. The positive energy of love is very powerful and very tempting. How can I not feel comfortable using my credit card to buy things? Not everyone can get out of the confused days. I am very grateful to a female friend of mine (Lianliankan can never play with me) and a former brother. I will stop here. Barbaric growth is doomed to pain and loneliness.
The relationship between love and money is like water and firewood. If you want the water to boil faster, the shortcut is to fill it with firewood. Of course, having a spark is the prerequisite for everything to begin. But sparks are not enough. If the rate of adding firewood cannot keep up with the time it takes for the water to boil, the water will still not boil. If all three are prepared, great things will happen. By the way, no matter whether the woman you like needs a banknote or not, as a person who has entrusted you with your life, I have the obligation to make her live a happy life. Don't let her squeeze into the subway or light rail, and won't worry about a brand-name bag. Because we are men. Maybe, he is still a person who loves banknotes. It makes more sense for us to earn our own money for all this.
When I put one foot on the deck of society, I gradually discovered that this society that is approaching saturation is still full of novelties. Of course, it also includes setbacks and successes. So some people are running around happily, some people call it tossing, but we call it hard work. Napoleon said that when a person is at his darkest, it means he is not far from success. The resolute eyes in the mirror, the slightly raised corners of the mouth, and the embarrassment of ourselves, we believe that one day we will speak for ourselves. When you feel lost and lonely, think about it, she is waiting for us. Now that you're on the oar, swing your direction.
The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.
One day in a few years, we will take off our jerseys and boots. Wearing a crisp suit, he stood on the floor-to-ceiling glass office building, holding a cup of coffee and looking into the distance, thinking of her in the distance... casually looking at the endless flow of people and vehicles passing by. Occasionally I spot a person who looks like a student running around, and I can't help but say indifferently, "That person looks like a dog."
? 2013. 4.6
Yu Mou An editor's postscript: Zhang Xiao is a pure science student, but he likes literature and likes to speak with words. I really liked Zhang’s language style back then, which was sharp, profound, thoughtful and insightful. Although I have no way of knowing what Mr. Zhang’s writing style is now, I know that insisting on writing is always the best way to improve your thinking. Looking at Zhang's resume, I feel very happy. Excellent students are always the happiest thing for teachers.
The era of writing to convey sermons has passed, but I prefer private writing. I am just a lover of literature, not a writer. My words are just a true reflection of my heart. As for the reaction from my friends, whether they read it or not, whether they sympathize with each other, or whether they criticize and insult me, my article is still there, and that’s enough. Zhang, I hope you stick to this kind of purely literary writing. No matter where you are, your original intention is still here. The most true words are for you. My humble opinion is for reference only.