I haven't written for a long time, but I don't know where to start.
It has been broken for so long, why do you suddenly remember to update it?
Maybe I was urged twice by a man surnamed Jiang in a month, and I broke my promise once. After feeling guilty, I finally opened the record and decided to write something.
The cause of the story is a chat with a man surnamed Jiang in August: "I haven't seen you write a story since 1 February". "Before August, I was busy talking about love and didn't care about it. After August, I was busy grieving and lovelorn and didn't care about it."
Yes, the reason why I insisted on writing stories for many years but suddenly broke up is so simple and straightforward.
it happens that there is a similar case.
On Teacher's Day, when I sent my holiday wishes to my college head teacher, I was asked "How are you doing recently ̈ Love ̈。”
This sentence has been repeated many times in my mind. In the end, I decided not to be busy and lovely, but to leave myself a period of immersion.
After all, it allows me to stand on the opposite side of all those who disagree with me without scruple, and to firm my choice. I don't know if it will happen again.
One of the greatest benefits of adult love is probably to know how to stop loss in time. When knowing that neither side can accept the "lowest point" of the other side, stop loss in time, return to the safest range in their own eyes, and then leave the greatest respect for each other.
My friends scolded me for being too sober, too rational and not love at all.
Maybe.
But shouldn't you love yourself before you love others?
In those days when nobody cared, it was I who walked alone in the dark for a long time.
When I met a person, I thought he was light, so I touched him carefully and was eager to announce him to the world.
But the light gradually disappeared, and put me back in the dark. Then someone came to me and said, "You should be more brave and stick to it."
And my real feeling is "Are you kidding me?"
The last article, "Forgetting the River", was released on the Dream Star Wind on January 21, 2021.
Since then, no article has been updated and no story has been written.
In the process, I wanted to write down something countless times, but found that the words were exhausted.
Those emotions that were easy to declare before were forced to live in prison one after another, leaving only a sigh.
The sigh seemed helpless, and it seemed that he wanted to cry but could only swallow it.
The shackles of life hold people tightly, but I still dream of being a runaway "prisoner".
I still remember many years ago, a netizen asked me, "If you are destined to live in this life with grievances and depression, what should you do?"
He was fashionable and young and frivolous. I replied, "Then rebuild a spiritual world for myself."
Now when I read this sentence, I realized that it is really "I don't know how expensive it is to be a master."
It is not easy to rebuild a spiritual world.
It is already so difficult to ensure that our material world will not collapse. What ideals and beliefs are we talking about.
For a long time, I was dominated by my own ideas. The final result, of course, is that the body gradually becomes fat and the mental background becomes pale.
Will you question yourself? Is the person who once ran forward with light really himself?
Time has washed too many people, and I am no exception.
In time after time of reflection, dissect yourself, know yourself, and then forgive yourself. After all, life is really hard. You should learn to give yourself candy.
Fortunately, the break time is not long, I'm still there.
He is also the emotional lyricist, the author who doesn't like replying to messages, the busy "Southern Girl", and the coffee cat who has a five-year contract with Fantasy Chenfeng.
I dare not say that I will write as long as the platform of Dream Chenfeng exists. I can only say that as long as the dream and the yearning for a better life are still there, I will be there.
In those days when I didn't update my articles, I was living and working hard, enjoying the scenery along the way, having a childlike heart, and daring to venture into the world.
