Hu Lancheng wrote a promise to Eileen Chang, wishing the present world will be stable and the years will be peaceful.
In turbulent times, wishful thinking love. Zhang Ailing loved Hu Lancheng for a lifetime.
I admire Zhang Ailing's talent. Read all her books. She was a talented woman in the Republic of China, but she lost her whole life in love.
In Shanghai, I lived for five years without knowing the sky and the earth. No useful text was written.
When I came to Wuxi, I was 26 years old.
Always like a journey with no end.
I entered the factory, the name of the factory is "Taiping". But it's not quite flat inside. An evil current spread among the turbulent waves. Forward and successive.
People in the leadership try to "reduce costs" to maintain maximum benefits. Instead of reforming from technology, they find breakthroughs in laborers. Constantly tap the limits of the human body.
People have no limits.
As long as money is given, there will always be a large number of people who "want money rather than life."
People at the bottom don't have leadership power. They can only obtain "benefits" from their own kind. As a result, more and more people are "bitter, mean, and excluded."
No matter where you go. Such people exist.
Leaders always only care about performance. They never cared about the process.
And the process is ups and downs. Only personal experience.
After all, people are complex individuals. A person is a world. How many people can enter their world, and how many people are excluded?
The brain is thinking, does the heart flow red blood?
The years passed quietly.
In the peaceful and prosperous age, human feelings are getting weaker and weaker.
No one can promise anyone a safe life.
Indifferent people's hearts, mixed with carelessness.
(Summer Blown by the Wind) After finishing writing, I will enter the next busy period.
(Taiping) is my next book. It is still a romantic route, but the direction of the story is about the joys and sorrows of the low-level people.
Most of the creation of my novels is done while working the night shift. From thinking about the topic to conceiving the plot, it took me nearly 3 hours to write 2,000 words. If it goes well, it will be faster. But often it doesn't go well.
Writing is a very lonely thing.
If you want to write good things, you must guard your loneliness. See what others can't see.
Going to work every Monday is chaotic for me.
The dividing point between real life and fantasy.
During the night shift, Minecraft pretends to be Yu Jiahe, Lu Mengchen
During the day shift, you have to deal with the people around you
Will the brain split
I have thought about this question.
So, I set rules for myself.
Work on the day shift and don't write.
Afraid of affecting sleep. Also afraid of getting too into the drama.
I never had the courage to quit my job, even though it was extremely hard.
I need money to support my dream, and I don't want to rely on anyone. When I see a book I like, I can buy it immediately regardless of the price. There is no need to humbly ask others for favors.
After all, I am a layman.
Money, fame and fortune life
Can't break free from the shackles of the world.
I hate marriage. But never run away from marriage. Longing for love, but never really loved. I thought the everlasting and everlasting, but is short-lived colorful. The extravagant freedom binds my whole life. Invisible happiness nurtures past and present lives.
I can read it from his smile.
About me and his unspeakable pain.
After passing by, don't forget to shake your head.