The hunger cure program aborted

Reprinted an article from my friend’s space, saying that hunger can cure all diseases. This viewpoint was put forward by Professor Wan Chengkui, the 74-year-old chief health expert in China. It is said that eating dinner is one of the reasons why we human beings suffer from diseases, and it is also one of the reasons why many diseases cannot be cured for a long time. People usually eat when they are hungry at night. In fact, it is normal that they don’t eat when they are hungry at night. As for the reason why we can’t have dinner, he said nine reasons, the most important one of which is that when people are hungry, the activity of engulfed cells is the strongest, and when protein and vitamins are sufficient, the sense of hunger caused by not having dinner can urge the devouring cells to eat the deformed dead tissue. Moreover, the liver, pancreas and gastrointestinal tract of the digestive system can only secrete a large amount of digestive juice, discharging toxins from human body through digestive juice, but if we are hungry, we can eat it, then the poisonous digestive juice will be reabsorbed by the human body; But if we don’t have dinner, then the poisonous digestive juice will be absorbed by the dietary fiber in the intestinal canal and become feces, his final conclusion was: people don’t have dinner, just like drinking appetizing soup. I don’t understand medicine, but I think this point of view is very reasonable. After reading it, I decided to practice it and announced to the whole family: I will not have dinner today, and I decided not to eat dinner from today. My husband listened to what I said, curled his lips, and disagreed. If you don’t eat it, you don’t eat it yourself, My two daughters still have to grow up. My husband is right. I can’t eat it myself. The two children are still young, and they are not without food. How can they make them hungry? And my husband, sometimes I have to drink twice at night, how can I not eat? My daughter came back from school and asked her hurriedly: what kind of meal do you like? My mother will cook it for you. Drink sweet potato soup and eat shrimp sauce! My daughter gave a crisp answer. Good! Then steam shrimp sauce for you! Boil sweet potato soup. I cut sweet potato quickly and put it into the pot. I thought, red beans strengthen stomach, add some points; Red dates enrich blood, add some points; Black beans tonify kidney, add some points; Daughter likes to drink white rice, add some points. In this way, you can put it on the fire to cook porridge. The last step is to steam shrimp paste. I carefully cut the chopped green onion, beat the eggs, pour less than half a bowl of corn oil, then pour a spoonful of shrimp paste, sit in front of the computer and wait for the pot to open. An hour later, the meal was finally cooked and served on the table. A smell of shrimp paste came to my nose. The two daughters began to eat with relish, especially the eldest brother. He broke four pieces of steamed bread and added shrimp sauce between each two pieces, which was euphemistically called shrimp sauce hamburger. Seeing her daughter and her husband eating it, being tempted by the taste of shrimp paste, I forgot what I said just now, and couldn’t help breaking a small piece of steamed bun, dipping it in shrimp paste and began to eat. However, the shrimp paste in Binzhou was so delicious that unconsciously, a small piece of steamed bun was eaten. No, I have to eat more. It’s not enough. Then I went to get the steamed bun again. The delicious food had made me forget what I said just now. Shrimp paste is really a meal! I ate a steamed bun unexpectedly! After eating steamed buns, I served the family with porridge and felt thirsty, so I had to drink some soup. I treated myself badly without drinking such a good rice porridge, and unconsciously I ate a bowl of porridge. I usually add more water to my porridge, for fear that it is not enough to drink. I have not finished it today and left it in the pot. My husband said, “it is a pity to pour it out, we drank one bowl of it each. I thought my husband was right, so I added another bowl of porridge. As a result, my stomach was bulging and I didn’t want to move. This time is very good. I not only ate dinner, but also ate more than usual. I am a man without perseverance. The next night he couldn’t resist the temptation of delicious food, and it was still the same on the third day. My husband laughed at me: are you still hungry to cure all kinds of diseases? I said you couldn’t stick to it. Since then, the plan to cure all diseases of Ele. Me has been aborted. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. 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Long way

I think no matter how many days have passed, I will never forget that day. On the evening of April 3rd, 2019, when I was reading in the study room on the second floor of the school library, I suddenly received a call from Duoduo, it is said that one of my articles was selected by “middle school student Expo” and will be published on May A. At that moment, I couldn’t believe my ears. From the bottom of my heart, I doubted whether the date of April Fool’s Day was secretly changed by someone. Is your article going to be typed? Is your article going to be published in a magazine for people to read? Can my long-cherished wish of thinking day and night for many years be realized soon? After talking to Dodo, I stood under the poplar tree in front of the library door, looking at the lonely night around me, with mixed feelings for a while. I have been fond of writing for a long time, and I still clearly remember the scene when I wrote a diary for the first time in the third grade of primary school. In that summer vacation, my family was busy building a new house. Due to the shortage of beams and rafters, I invited many relatives and friends to help dig trees. It was said that there were many people and a lot of strength, the trees planted in the field were quickly shaved out. At that night, when everyone was idle and ready to eat, looking at their peaceful and joyful look, I couldn’t help thinking and ran subconsciously to the small wooden table in the back room, I wrote down the first diary in my life. I can’t remember clearly what the specific content is now, and I think the general idea is nothing more than the old-fashioned themes like work and gain. The only thing that impressed me was that in the last line of that diary, I used the word “shuo guo” in an unexpected way when I posted my thoughts, this is an advanced and elegant word for me at that time. The moment he finished writing it with joy, he didn’t want to be found by the cousin who came to call me for dinner. He took the notebook curiously and read it carefully immediately, then he fondled my head with a smile and said a lot of praises. You know, my cousin who had finished high school at that time was a veritable authority in my heart. Therefore, in the following days, I was very excited, I opened the notebook subconsciously for countless times and read the diary many times from beginning to end. My heart was filled with inexplicable satisfaction and profound joy, it is far from what ordinary delicious snacks can get. After junior high school, what I like most is the weekly writing class. Especially in the first ten minutes of each class, when the thin and hearty Chinese teacher read the model essay, he was the most concentrated, just like studying the lottery tickets which had been painstakingly bought for a long time and was about to announce the awards, there is a kind of uneasy joy in my heart. Of course, after all, the probability of winning the lottery is much higher than that of winning the lottery. Every time I hear the articles written by myself ringing around word by word, I am intoxicated and always have a feeling of flying fairy in my heart. I remember that at that time, several Chinese teachers in grade three of junior high school jointly organized a literary journal named green grass, which specially published students’ excellent exercises without payment. The selected author of the article was given a sample magazine for free. I was full of confidence and threw several articles in the past Seriously. In private, I couldn’t help imagining the happy mood when I received the sample magazine for countless times. What I didn’t want to wait for was the end like a stone and a sea. The more so it was, the more irreplaceable authority of this journal in my heart was established. The so-called love for the House and the Ukraine, at that time, there was a very fat girl in the next class who often published articles on it, I could be regarded as a veritable little writer in school. For a long time after hearing this news, I followed her in obscurity and pleasure. Watching her eating in the dining hall with the saliva flowing, watching her doing morning exercises with sleepy eyes and disheveled face, watching her putting a little rascal down to the ground, They all thought that they had a special interest that they couldn’t tell, thinking that a writer was a writer, which was really worthy of its reputation. What really made me interested in writing, holding my little fist naively and secretly swore to become a famous writer of a generation, was still in the high school years with burning passion. At that time, Han Han, a young writer who came out of the new concept, published his first novel “Triple Gate”. It was just when the limelight was in the limelight that his great achievements which were the first one among his classmates were being heard with great enthusiasm. At that time, youth literature was very popular, and the magazine “Bud”, the initiator of the new concept composition contest, the representative of youth literature at that time, then entered my field of vision. I can’t forget those days and nights when I forgot to eat and sleep and write manuscripts for “Bud” in obscurity, boring classes, dormitories with loud snows, and even canteens without anyone on weekends, I have left my back with hard writing or scratching my head everywhere. Although the manuscript I promised to cast was empty without exception, and although I tried my best and worked hard without getting any real rewards, I really and completely fell in love with writing, I have experienced the mysterious power of words to life, and the pleasant feeling is incomparable to anything else. It was at this time that I gradually had my own drawer literature unconsciously, and those notebooks that included my literary dreams in my whole high school years, those notebooks full of the ardent expectation of a teenager’s first-time writing, which were sorted out casually, were as many as two boxes, almost equal to the stock of “Bud” which had accumulated over the years. Since I went to college, I had more leisure time at my disposal, but gradually I wrote less. Unconsciously, I almost stopped contributing to “Bud, even this magazine which has always been regarded as treasure is too lazy to buy. On the first hand, Fan Jin was used to living a muddled life, and he really didn’t have the mind to resort his mind to writing. On the other hand, Fan Jin’s long waiting in the middle of the lift almost wiped out all his previous fighting spirit, I grew up gradually, and I was no longer the stubborn teenager who could stick to it as always just with a passion for words in the past. Until the dusk of one autumn day last year, when chatting with a netizen, I heard him mention a newly established literature website by accident, holding the curiosity of browsing the web page, I went there and turned around like a horse. I didn’t want to turn around. My long-sleeping literary dream was awakened quickly. Looking at a pure literature website with such scientific operation and perfect management, and the only pure literature website that has paid attention to the author’s painstaking efforts to pay the author’s remuneration so far, I couldn’t help being moved, since then, a new round of code word years with vigorous and passionate burning began again. Looking at the articles I worked so hard to code, from the original ordinary manuscripts to the later Community recommendations and then to today’s boutique recommendations, the joy everywhere in my heart is self-evident. For the first time in my life, in terms of words, I deeply realized the truth that there must be rewards for giving. For the first time in my life, in terms of words, I deeply felt the continuous passion and motivation deep in my heart. And all of these, in addition to their own efforts Day after day, naturally also need the vigorous cultivation and support of websites and associations. There is a long way to go, and I will search up and down. Looking back on all kinds of things that I have been chasing words for so many years, although I have been suffering from thorns and frustrations all the way, even though I have been depressed and wandering, and even my small progress nowadays is nothing in others’ eyes, fortunately there is still tomorrow, everything is unknown. Who can say clearly about future success and failure, prosperity or desolation? Write down this article and wish to share it with the vast number of literary friends! 2009.5.25 Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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Acid

At this moment, I don’t know what I will think. As for this word, I just feel a mysterious power pulling my emotions, from quiet to melancholy. I think, I am poisoned child, Xiao Mo said that I was poisoned by words, but I didn’t know it, and I still looked like I was pleased with this kind of poison. I just can’t help myself, and I don’t want to be simple and happy. After talking with Mu Yi last night, I felt uncomfortable in my stomach. It’s always like this these days. Thinking too much about something always makes me feel the feedback of physical protest, it is to cover my trauma with another kind of pain. As a result, food is tasteless, walking like walking meat, I am lost something, and these may not belong to me originally, I just expect to have it so much, so, this huge fall was like falling from the clouds to the bottom of the sea, which was a great sadness. Therefore, I was like an old toy abandoned on the roadside, more like a lamb trapped in a lost path. I lost my recall of the past and also my desire for the future. I played with the mobile phone in my hand silently, and opened the photo album habitually. Then, I smiled habitually, and then my smile stopped. On that roadside, on that winter afternoon, at the moment when the cold wind passed across the field over my shoulder. Tears can no longer simply express sadness. I closed the photo album, opened it again, and closed it again. I stayed at that roadside for a long time, because I didn’t think where should I go next moment? The back that disappeared in the wind never appeared, nor did it turn back. Maybe I turned back, but I didn’t see it, but these were no longer important. Yes, it’s all over, isn’t it? I just haven’t reacted yet. As I said, I am like a dull snail, and I can’t keep up with the pace of the world. It’s okay, I will take good care of myself, I can think of it, and I won’t do anything stupid. A heavy truck drove the Earth to tremble and rumble, passing by me, and the raised dust permeated my side. Fortunately, the wind blew again, and the dust was blown away, and the surroundings were clear and clear, although I felt cold with the breath of winter, I didn’t feel too cold. Maybe it was cooler in my heart. Some words are much more comfortable than stuffy in my heart. Even though the result was so disappointedly or regretful, that afternoon, the winter wind brushed across the fields and my shoulders in the soft sunshine. Looking through the autumn water with my tears. Your back is also the silhouette in my memory. In the vague sight, it becomes the shallow song of last season. Someone passed by on this country road, glancing at me, wondering why I stopped and sat alone. I don’t know how long the time has passed, twenty minutes, half an hour, maybe more. I didn’t go to see it, and I don’t want to know these meaningless time. I finally stepped on the return journey wearily, and the exhaustion in my heart was a sign of extreme tension. The wind roared past my ears, and the wind that could not cover my glasses dropped my tears. I thought the wind was still cold after all, the tears at the corner of my eyes became cold before they could fall down, and then dried up in the wind. I want to say that it is the wind that blows my tears out, not because I am sad. Because, I can still laugh, talk happily, and think of something to talk with friends without gloomy mood. Second, recently, when I was reading Lijiang story, I just started to read it, so I don’t know what to say. People say Lijiang is a place suitable for brokenhearted people to stay and to bask in the sun, reading, having sex and dreaming. I have never been there, so there is no way to talk about it. But I want to go, and I really want to feel the feelings there by myself. This is not to say that I have been brokenhearted, or I want to encounter an affair, I am only interested in the place that many literati have written. Xiaoyu is now in Tibet. When chatting a few days ago, she said, “I want to go to Tibet. If there is a chance, I will definitely go there. Xiao Yu is said, Come on, let’s go to Lijiang when I have a holiday. Although I couldn’t go there now, I was really happy for several days. Just one sentence made me happy. I am a child who is easy to be happy. A friend said this to me. It is too easy to be satisfied but sometimes it is too swayed by gain and loss. What I said is very contradictory. I know that I am a very contradictory person, entangled in reality and dreams. We often cannot clearly understand what kind of person we are. After all, I am a child. This is sister warm’s opinion for a long time. When I was a freshman, I began to write some words on the Internet, and I just wrote some trivial words in Tencent blog space. I would like to say that those days that have been abandoned still have youth. After three years, I have met more friends on the Internet, those friends with the same dream, I have been silently beating those feelings that only myself can experience on the Internet. This road is bound to be a little far away and needs some luck. In short, it is bumpy and happy. I read their happiness in the words of friends. Maybe, the words are sad or melancholy, that’s because they have a sensitive and fragile heart. There is always a pure and sincere face behind the words, which makes it hard for you to imagine that those words are from their hands. Such a huge power was contained in that thin body. Waves and tsunami surged in the words. Sometimes, just a greeting will get a kind return, a sweet smile, or a long miss. It is because of the simplicity and straightness of characters. But I am not brave. Maybe I can write down those missing words without scruple. But it is hard to speak out those words in my words. Maybe, I am used to writing but not used to speaking out. This also leads to the unsociability and loneliness of character. I think we are poisoned. Xiao Mo asked me with such certainty which text was poisoned by me. I didn’t say that, because, we are all poisoned. In fact, there is no difference between saying and not saying, so I just don’t say it. Third, I don’t need to explain more about the word on the topic. I also don’t want to write this word in the text below the title. If there is no reason, I don’t want to explain it. If you have to say something, then I can only say that you will know. I don’t know whether there will be anyone who can understand the chaos and contradiction when I finish writing these words. I also beat the keyboard in disorder in this contradiction. I felt that I was not too lonely by making noises casually in this lonely room. After all, there were these words accompanying my thoughts and never leaving, fly to a very far place as I imagined. When I think of the figures that come and go through this period of time, it is also mixed with different moods and emotions. Encounter and separation are always indispensable in the words, and you will still come into view during this period of time. The words or figures of friends, the unexpected departure will always cause inexplicable melancholy. Fortunately, some return or never go far away. As for those misaligned conjectures, you can resolve all misunderstandings without a smile. It’s not that I don’t care, but that I don’t want to let those so-called explanations become ravines on the road. Let’s listen to the wind and sing low songs all the way, isn’t it better? Or the figure I once faced suddenly came to my mind after I didn’t know how many years passed. It was the interlacing of guilt and missing, and the smile was as familiar as before. Simple greetings and light words are just like whispers in my ears. However, as time goes by, we will never go back to the past. Therefore, the gloom accumulated in the past will no longer exist at this moment, and the frost and snow deposited in the old year are also melting and drying. Therefore, the feeling of haze in my heart at first spread slowly when those words were listed on the screen. I don’t know why my friends think of such a word, but what I think about this word at this moment is the trace I left above. The loss mixed in the heart, or the mood that is hard to calm down, those melancholy that grows in the face of difficulties alone, let that word be taken away. I don’t want to think whether 2012 will be the end of the world. I just know that the Spring Festival is coming, so I will break my past and expect the future in a new state before the spring comes. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. 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