Monthly filing: May 2013

Hello, Green


Green:

Hello, Green, you are the code name in my heart. In 2010, when I was recording my life, I gave you a code name in order to hide. Since then, you have become the devil in my heart, the source of happiness and pain. You come from accident but appear inevitable. With life, you have been seduced by you and can't resist. I have warned myself time and time again that from tomorrow, but after tomorrow, I will repeat the same mistakes and start again and again, just as everything recovers after the cold winter.

I remember that I met you by chance in 2004. At that time, everything was quiet. On the rough cement wall of my hometown's study, four characters of "perseverance" were written with a brush. The desk lamp was yellow, and there was a mottled red desk. Under the desk lamp, on my right hand was an old carved shelf bed. On the phone book, a number was recorded with a ballpoint pen. It was enchanting and fragrant, At that time, I felt it was as beautiful as a dream. Since then, you and I have been like the words in the poem Listening to the Rain:

The boy listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle fainted his tent. In the prime of life, the river is wide and the clouds are low. The broken wild geese call the west wind.
Now under the rain monk's house, there are stars on his temples. The vicissitudes of life are always merciless.

Through these three kinds of experiences, we can explore the world of mortals, but I can't say goodbye to you completely from beginning to end. I tried to seek liberation in the wisdom of Prajna, seeking the realm of "full of branches and spring, full of the moon in the heart of heaven". But the world is like a veil wrapped in a tent, indistinct, winding paths leading to seclusion. In a green bamboo forest, I seem to have lost myself. In spring, I knew I was old and could not leap like a bonfire. I wanted to find a quiet hut, with rippling streams, When camellias first appear, the world is far from what you think. Who can say that every inch of grass can report the light in the spring? This is also one right and wrong, and that is one right and wrong. Subhuti sits on his shoulder and asks the Buddha: Where should clouds live. How can clouds subdue their hearts. Buddha said: It should be so. To subdue his heart,

Indus knock rain, in a dark cloud, the night sky is silent.

The eaves are dripping with rain. If you ever imagined that in the city of the sky, the savior has already doomed you to where you are going in this life. You don't need to struggle, just leave. But you have been going straight for no reason. Green, we agreed that at the beginning of September, all the reasons will be put down and become Buddhas at once.

A Tentative Record of "The Legend of Flying Goose in the Cold Weather"

  Recently, I have been confused by this novel by Lao Shizi. The most obvious symptom is that when I am a little free physically or mentally, I will talk to myself. The master yells, the pig's feet are whimpering, and the supporting actor is going to rise up to revolt. In short, all this is unexpected.

At the beginning of this year, I decided to write a novel. I always felt that besides sex, I was slightly interested in writing. Before that, I also wrote a lot of miscellaneous words, but they were all dried bean curd. I felt that in the current situation of extreme physical freedom, the spirit should be active. If you don't do it, you should do it more, In addition, the economy is stretched to the limit. After reading a lot of words on the starting point, I think it is better than that. Then I write online novels. At least I feel that they can be put on the shelf. But the first element of online novels is the number of words. After reading the guide on the starting point, it generally reaches 600000 words. People will pity your efforts and sign a contract. So the number of words I proposed for this novel is about 1.2 million words, and I have never manipulated such a large text.

To be honest, I haven't read a complete online novel, The Ming Dynasty 》I have read the first book, and most of the others have read the first chapter. I still think Nobel is the ultimate goal, but I think it is my temporary goal to write and make it recognized by some people. At the beginning of the year, when Baidu searched for Fucha Mountain, I did not expect that Fucha Mountain still has such allusions. In addition, I have read Jin Yong's novels before, What about Dali, Yunnan? I want my hometown to sneak into my novels. If the tourism of Fucha Mountain is developed in the future, at least I have made some contributions, so I started to write about Fucha Mountain as the starting point of the article.

I am a person who has no plans. I never list the outline. First, I think I need to do this. Then I think about the framework of the whole story roughly and start writing. Who knows how it's getting more and more difficult to write. At first, a hundred thousand words were easily done, When it comes to the direction of the later characters and the climax of the fate plot, all of them begin to have problems. As a result, I often have to look at what is written in front of me when I write. The most painful thing is that you feel OK when you look at the front text. If you give up the fucking front, it will be useless. I always think that the ancestor of crossing the god horse is Huang Yi's "Looking for Qin", but after looking at it, I always think that Huang Yi is a grumpy man. What took off this woman's clothes, what stroked that woman's breasts, and what three or two women were around. I don't deny that this is a way to attract eyeballs and gather word numbers, but I always think it is not popular, If you look at Jin Yong's novels, they are magnificent. It is necessary to have characters, plots, and love with unswerving determination. History and writing are all in them, so there is a gap.

I read the interview record about Jin Yong. At that time, Jin Yong founded Ming Pao, wrote an editorial review and wrote a novel, and sometimes half a word could not come out. Usually, the next day, the novel must be seen in the manuscript. The typesetting staff said Mr. Zha, you can write a little, and Jin Yong began to write. After writing, Jin Yong said I would change it, and the typesetting staff said I would arrange it before you change it, This event shows that even the masters I think often have what I said when they wrote. In addition, I wrote for the first time, so I can comfort myself a little. Well, the novel should continue to be written.

I have done a lot of things. When I used to laugh at myself, I said that shipbuilding, repairing cars, building houses and roads, computers, barbecues, and doing a lot of things in a mess. But I still think I am a literary loser. Writing is a relatively happy thing for me. At least when I read it again after writing, I think it's good, Keep working hard, which gives me the motivation to continue. Everything has a time cost. You can't do many things at the same time. There are many things I want to do, but I think carefully that not all of them are my ability or can do well in the current state. Novels are something I like and cost little. I should give myself a year's time cost, At that time, no matter what the outcome, I think I can also comfort myself that my mother once wrote a million words, which is different from most of the million words. I not only use dialogue to promote the plot, but also use life to write small stories.

Finally, in order to change my mind during the writing of this novel, I think I should write literary novels occasionally. The cost of the blog domain name and space is there. Don't always feel sorry @ Qiushui Yibing. So if you see me updating my blog frequently, my novel will encounter difficulties again. Take your time. We should always take our time. Right, life is so long. Early death is also death, and late death is also death. What should be done is meaningful in your opinion. Except for airplanes.

dogfight

The landlord downstairs keeps two dogs, one is a bitch, the other is a bitch. I often find them happy. Some time ago, in order to let them learn to look up to the sky, I would first knock on the bowl and then throw a few bones after lunch. Later, I became lazy, only knocking on the bowl instead of throwing bones. When the two bitches heard the sound of the bowl, they immediately pricked up their ears and looked at me with begging eyes, I think their eyes are not enough to reach the standard of looking up. They pretended to wave their hands, and the two bitches immediately raised their heads, with good posture, standing on the ground and being brave.

After a long time, those two bitches began to be disappointed with me, which made me very dissatisfied. One day when I came back, one of the female dogs was rummaging in the garbage can downstairs. On the spur of the moment, I stamped my foot. The female dog suddenly looked up, full of vigilance, and I pulled up. This was obviously suspicious of me. I stamped my foot. If you dare doubt it, it rose to distrust me. I was ruthless. I drove it to the yard on the first floor and closed the iron gate. Huashan Road was the only way to see where you escaped. I shook off my arm. She saw me heading east, then west, then east. I didn't believe I could cure you. She grabbed the shovel beside the iron gate and swept across a large scale. The dog was discouraged and began to retreat, There was only the middle staircase between the first floor and the second floor. My carpet sweeping immediately forced it to the stairway. I had no choice but to run upstairs. I was very happy. It was a dead end upstairs. I grabbed the shovel and followed it up to the second floor. The dog suddenly felt wrong when running. There was no way out upstairs. I felt dizzy when I saw the downstairs, There is a crazy man behind the fuck who is chasing after him with a spade. He just wants to fight with the beast. He immediately turns the dog's head, bares his tusks and growls desperately. When I saw that the situation was bad, I was not afraid of anything. I was afraid of those who didn't want to die. I immediately dropped the spade, stuck to the wall, and made way. When the dog saw that there was a chance to escape, his bladder immediately contracted. At the same time, with the cecum tightened, the excrement and urine suddenly rolled out and splashed a pair of cloth shoes yellow. He wanted to take advantage of me, I decided to stand against her in the future.

Recently, one of the bitches gave birth to five puppies. Every day, she dragged a red plump breast to win the sympathy of the landlord. For the sake of being a parent, she ate a delicious meal. At first, the landlord was kind-hearted and cooked bones and soup. But his motherly kind-hearted heart also needed capital. The bitch was not satisfied. She had to eat four or five meals a day, and the landlord was heartless, Realizing that wolves eat meat for thousands of miles and dogs eat dung for thousands of miles, the mountain people have their own tricks. If they don't reward this meal, they will definitely not die of hunger, so they simply don't feed it. I know my chance has come. I have bought vegetables these days. I suggest that meat is indispensable to a good life and soup is indispensable to a good day. In order to follow the pace of the times, I buy a tube of bone soup every day. The tube of bone is big and hard, and there is little meat. I can only suck the bone marrow in it. I am very cruel every day. I suck the bone marrow out of the tube of bone, and then pretend to be ten generations of good people to go down and feed the dog in person, The dog's mouth watered when he smelled the fragrance of the bone, but I had already done the pressure test of the dog's teeth. I knew that the hardness of the bobbin bone was too hard for the dog's teeth to bite, and the bone marrow was sucked clean again. The dog only listened to the thump with the bone, and was stunned that he could not bite even if he worked hard, and could not swallow it. There was no way to suck some bone marrow. This feeling of life is not worth dying made me extremely satisfied.

Finally one day, I saw the bitch shamelessly run to the men's toilet, picking up the fresh feces, wiping her mouth and leaving contentedly. I think, her mother, sooner or later I will punish her.