I had a bunch of messy dreams.

It was already half past ten in the evening when I woke up.

Why are you so tired?

Speaking of which, I had a similar situation at the beginning of winter. Although day and night were not reversed, I was still very sleepy.

I originally wanted to say something, but now I can't remember it... It seems that you can use the quote function when posting in the book circle of Qidian. I didn't find that function, and I also think it is more troublesome than commenting or leaving a message directly in the article.

There are about two aspects involved here. One is the flaws in the work itself, such as some low-level errors. The other is the resonance generated during the reading process.

The former reminds me that these problems (typos and the like) will hardly appear in black and white books.

Do only formal paper publications care about these details?

The latter...is communication between readers and authors necessary? I don't know.

I randomly searched for the latest updated books. There were some short stories in them. I was wondering if these short stories would never be published (as mentioned before, there are no short stories in the works category). Even if this is the case, there is nothing I can do.

But I still want to bring it up: I don’t want to accept the unequal status quo.

Of course, this matter actually has nothing to do with me. I am just a passerby.

I can care about everything, or I can care about nothing.

Maybe this is a kind of "detachment". Let the mind complete the detachment and establish an equal two-choice relationship with the environment.

I am still more interested in the thought itself. I don’t want the individual to be in a low-level passive state ruled by the system and its rules.

Just like I didn’t report to the dormitory at all when I entered graduate school because I didn’t want the tragedy of my undergraduate degree to happen again (sharing a room with people who can’t get along well is a kind of mutual torture). I didn’t make any applications with anyone.

I just didn’t report to the dormitory, so naturally I wouldn’t be assigned a bed. In the end, a student from another college entered the dormitory haha. A talkative one.

Spiritual freedom in itself is not enough, it must be practiced. apply theory into practice.

In fact, there are many examples, but I don’t want to list them. After all, I am a deviant, and my choices are often extreme, extreme, and made out of necessity; I don’t want to use my experience to mislead others.

Of course, I believe there is a possibility to integrate into a group while still being sufficiently comfortable.

Maybe I just can't do it.

Dividing line.

I found a new book, and it was written by a high school student.

The writing is well-written, related to the work, dividing lines in the text, additional notes from the author, etc.

I almost don't have any. I suffered in pain for many days about the dividing line, and exhausted all methods before finally determining that the Writer Assistant does not have the segmentation function.

Yes, that is just a line break at best. In other words, here, no segmentation and abuse of segmentation are actually the same thing.

How to put it? For example, if I use several line breaks in a paragraph, they are still one paragraph. I can use this app to send it and it will become several paragraphs. Several line breaks will make it several paragraphs.

Why is it a single sentence and a paragraph? Such an obvious bug is so obvious that the world is not responding to requests, and the earth and the earth are not working.

I really don't know what to say.

Suddenly I remembered Dou E’s words about the injustice...(omitted here)

Have you started writing articles online since you were in high school?

At this time, I will ask why I have fallen into such a situation.

"With the world people."

Although I am not particularly interested in life, I still feel something is wrong.

Ask yourself, mentally, I have never been a lazy person. So what is my reward? What is my epitaph?

What is it that makes me different?

This seems to be beyond words. It's more of a feeling.

"It can only be understood, not expressed in words."

In a nutshell, I am unhappy with everything that is imposed on me.

So, what kind of practice should be done?

Let’s talk about ideals and reality. If I had started writing online articles when I was in high school, I might have achieved something by now (my mind was full of the idea of ​​publishing directly, but I didn’t submit articles to publishing houses).

In fact, I... had never been exposed to mobile phones or the Internet before I went to college (except for the occasional microcomputer class I took many years ago).

So, is there an age reason?

But some people who are younger than me (such as my neighbors in my hometown) were exposed to the Internet many years earlier than me.

Then I still don’t like online articles very much.

I don’t know. Starting from the starting point, how many documentary or realistic books can there be? What percentage?

This huge website system is full of fictional novels.

What I long to see is spring and white snow.

So, am I in the wrong place again?

(I should not be biased against the novel itself. Some novels also reflect social reality. "Pride and Prejudice" comes to mind.)

It's always me who's wrong.

As for movies, documentaries are what I admire most.

I am anti-reality. But anti-reality refers to ideals and dreams, not virtuality and illusion.

Suddenly I thought of a song called Utopia by Sweetbox. This song should have been written many years ago. More than ten years ago?

Dreams. I have asked many people, and few can tell me their dreams (other than reproduction).

The world is like a dye vat.

I like people who keep their own color.

Oh, by the way. Regarding this high school student, I think it might be difficult if you plan to make a breakthrough on this website.

Of course, my own may be more difficult, because I write a pure diary of letting myself go.

Follow your heart, do whatever you want.

And freedom is a dazzling thing.

Then I thought of the lyrics it's not until you fall that you fly.

Thinking of the short film "kiwi".

In fact, I also thought of the for the sheer joylearning mentioned in the introduction to general linguistics.

I remembered that I once said that we treat matter as by-product.

Then at this time, I felt that my idea of ​​making money through literature was vulgar (there seems to be a sentence in the movie "Gangs of New York" about "a touch inelegant but fair"; this sentence may be written wrong).

It's not like me. I hope to return to my former self, the one who doesn't regard survival as the purpose of life.

Looking back, I seemed to have had a nightmare yesterday.

I just thought about "Notre Dame de Paris" a few days ago, and today there was an accident at Notre Dame de Paris...

Why.

He said that people around here use foam boxes on their roofs to grow vegetables.

Looking around, vegetables are growing in all the vegetable gardens.

Only the landlord's house is full of dead grass.

I'm not going to clean them.

Even withered grass is a sight to behold.

I won't water them either.

Even withered grass is a sight to behold.

(Because I’m lazy and can’t take care of myself well; the phrase “I’m not working hard” comes to mind)

To my surprise, these 20 pots of dead grass actually had a touch of new green (also weeds) added to them.

Is it because of the rain a few days ago? When I was a child, I would go to the mountains to pick mushrooms after the rain.

I'm not going to clean it up.

Nor will I water it.

But I do feel happy because of that green color.

Life is beautiful, and non-life is equally beautiful.

Serving people is valuable. Not serving people is equally valuable.

Think of "Luohong is not a heartless thing".
Chapter completed!