Nonsense

I am addicted to playing mahjong and writing articles. This is what the idiot saw in a book written by teacher Jia Pingwa. Crazy people believe in this. Standing on the tail of thirty years old, I look forward to it and sigh with emotion. Rain er shi nian, pronto, years eroded memory, vicissitudes face. The world has changed too fast and too much. The only constant thing is the crazy dream. Those who are crazy about good books not only love reading, but also write essays and poems occasionally to kill boring time. It’s just a pastime. The idiot doesn’t feel how tired life is, instead, he lives leisurely and at ease. But one day, she had a whimsy that she wanted to move the words she wrote to the internet. It was terrible. The Idiot was extremely busy. It took four months from last October, I have sorted out about 100,000 words in my writing. At the beginning, the idiot was not used to writing to the computer. Every time he wrote a draft of more than ten pages, he typed it word by word. The idiot typed slowly, but he was afraid of making mistakes, so he typed and read one sentence after another, usually I can read a sentence for more than ten times, and it takes several hours to type more than 1,000 words. I have been busy for half a month. At the tip of my friend, I have to be free to look at the glasses. The self in the glasses describes the dry Artemisia, just like climbing out of the grave. Unexpectedly, the most painstaking job in the world was not to work on the construction site, but to write. My shoulder began to hurt, and my fingers became swollen by knocking on the keyboard, because I had to go to work to make a living during the day. I gradually felt that my body was out of strength, but the effect was not very good. At night, I began to want to read and write again, and the bed became a desk for the idiot. The idiot lay on the bed, surrounded by schoolbags. As for whether he wanted to read or type, he could do whatever he wanted. The advantage was that he was not as tired as before, the disadvantage is that it is too convenient to sleep. I don’t know when to fall asleep and when to dawn. The alarm clock has become a decoration, which always makes people in dreams unable to wake up. Fortunately, they are free and have no control, late no one deducting money, days will can. One day, an idiot saw a netizen reprinted an article on prose online in QQ space. He followed the path and found a piece of grass where friends and poets could play their best. An idiot logged on with QQ, go to enjoy beautiful articles when you are free. The next day, I saw someone leave a message in the space: publish an article, let’s enjoy the richness and variety of life in the text. Crazy people appreciate these friends who have never met before, and move them to keep a pure heart after their hard life. This is the habitat of spirit. The idiot tried to send two small articles, the editor was very serious, the layout was segmented, and the short editors were together. After being encouraged and writing, some literary friends will come and leave comments. Soon, the idiot signed the contract. When I came to prose online, the crazy people found that there was a lot of talents here, which was by no means a false statement. There were still people who were more crazy than her, but she was a little dull than others. Only a few of these people are professional creations, and most of them have to write while working. Society and life can bring people more inspiration, therefore, Touching words flow in their writings, and idiots have met many friends, communicated in words and made progress in plain. Crazy people find that they have little talent and learning, which is simply a fool. What’s more surprising is that Mr. Sun, who is over 70 years old, still keeps writing in his later years, and several literary friends who are physically disabled and ambitious, have made remarkable achievements, apart from admiring and admiring, crazy people told themselves to learn from them well. These people are flags and lighthouses. They use their actions to show the brilliance of life. On the long way of life, because of efforts and unyielding, all competitions have changed. Crazy people went to the bookstore to buy books, picked up a book named “poetry rhythm” by Mr. Wang Li, and took a small book named “Chinese New rhyme” (fourteen rhyme) by teacher Zhao Jingzhan, “Bai Xiang CI pu” is in my hand. It seems that I can see it. Forget it. I will buy these two books after reading them. I have to borrow the books and can’t read them. What the ancients said is, I haven’t read the ancient books such as “Four Books and Five Classics”, “Jing Huayuan” and “general translation of Analects of Confucius” that I bought several years ago, so I put them on the shelf, saying: Gu will have a different view. Alas. “Poetry rhythm” became a hypnotic. After taking it for a while, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I thought that “Bai Xiang CI pu” was still waiting in the bookstore, so I hated myself. It was too disappointing. Who knew that I finished reading it in a few days, after searching through the memory, I can only remember one sentence, first learn poetry, then learn words. I have no impression of anything else, and I don’t understand it. I also found out a Dream of Red Mansions and found the chapter of Xiangling learning poems to see how sister Lin taught Xiangling and read one hundred five-character laws of Wang Mojie. I carefully figured out and understood them thoroughly, then read 100 or 200 Old du seven word law, Times read Li Qinglian seven words quatrains 100 or 200 first, belly first the these three as foundation, and then Tao Yuanming, Ying Yang, xie, Ruan, Geng, Bao and so on read a summary, but they still read too little. The idiot dreamed at night, and unexpectedly he was taking the exam, talking about taking the Chinese exam, but sending it to take the physics exam. After that, the duck egg was settled. He woke up in a hurry and realized that he had left school for more than 20 years, it was just an idiot dreaming. At this time, he was totally sleepy and began to write on the computer. Suddenly I remembered the TV series “Xi’an tiger family”. The old three tigers of the Tiger family once worked in the literary federation. They had a dream of writing all day long and won the literature prize in their dreams. They held the trophy high and spoke on the stage, cao Xueqin is dead, Tolstoy is dead, Marquez is dead, Shakespeare is dead, now, I, I Tiger someone is still alive, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

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