The brain is still thinking. When I write, I can't write a single word. Inspiration falls into a void.
(Liu Li's Peaceful Life), it took seven days from conception to completion.
These seven days have made me see many things. I also thought about it a lot.
Those things that once made us cry will one day be said with a smile.
We live desperately, not to change the world, but not to be changed by the world.
I wrote these two sentences to myself.
In order to be able to complete the work on the seventh day. In the last two days, I have to write 8000 words a day. So, I remember the starry sky at two and three o'clock in the morning. Remember how long it took for the footsteps upstairs to sound.
Sleep very little every day. A splitting headache. Feel like dying. After finishing writing, my whole body relaxes, and my appetite is surprisingly good.
Can eat a whole pineapple.
Can eat four cakes.
Can finish a pot of hot dry noodles
If I have time, I can definitely sleep for three days and three nights. The days are lazy and the whole person becomes empty.
Originally wanted to write (a couple of ten years). Already have a preliminary idea. I haven't written for a long time, I think it's better to be cautious.
Work gets busy.
One machine, two machines, three machines, four machines, five machines, six machines
Each machine produces one product every ten minutes. When I sat there sorting out the products, I felt the urge to cry.
I know, no one will help me. Some things must be done alone.
After all, I still made a mistake.
Because of too much trust in Ban, the quality of the product was not checked. As a result, ten products became waste products.
Carelessness has become my weakness. And I'm always stubborn to push things to irrelevant issues.
Too busy, no time.
Too tired to check. relying too much on others
What made me like this. Like a vexatious child who asks adults for more candy even though he has candy in his hand
After breaking up with the class. My mood can not be calm for a long time. Therefore, I originally wanted to write the beginning of (Ten Years of Couples), but I have been unable to pick up the pen.
At one o'clock in the morning, in an invisible corner, I saw the production list. I took the production list and went to the person who made the same product as me. Because they did it today. Seeing that their machine was empty, I gave it to her.
"I made ten products yesterday to no avail. This is the production list, you can do it."
The other party raised his eyebrows. Disdainful expression.
"If it's not easy to do, let us do it."
I will fight hard.
"When did I make it difficult for you"
Don't want to theory.
Angrily picked up the production list, and changed a machine again. They didn't even read the program they changed today. I don't believe that without the new program, it will not be able to do it.
So, it was past one o'clock in the morning.
A person kept running around. Produced in contrast to the production process. Carefully check whether each part is qualified for production.
Finally, repeated revisions. Normal production at 2:30. This feeling is joy.
Reminds me of my young high school days. A female classmate asked me a math problem.
I thought it was easy, so I agreed. It turned out to be difficult. I'm too embarrassed to say that I can't. Maybe pride is at play.
I have been working on this question for a whole afternoon.
Wrote countless pieces of draft paper.
Finally figured it out. I gave it to her. I'm a little sorry, after all, it took an afternoon to figure it out. Ability is still not enough.
The next day, the math teacher talked about this problem.
She asked, do any classmates know this question?
The whole class was silent.
It took me so long to figure it out. Definitely fresh in my memory. Then, always timid, I raised my hand and said, I will.
The teacher asked me to go to the stage to write the checking process.
After finishing writing, the teacher looked at me in surprise.
"Did you figure it out yourself?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"What's your name?" This teacher just took over our class, so she doesn't know many classmates.
"***" I replied.
"You know what? This question is beyond your ability. The school??The teachers in the entire mathematics group did not know how to answer this question. I'm afraid you don't understand. Because this question may involve content that can only be learned in college. But you did itand it's easier and more convenient this wayI'm glad to have a student like you"
Yes, at that time she also had high hopes for me.
After all, I did nothing.
I like mathematics. But he took the path of literature.
This is my regret.
? If time can come back. I will never give up the college entrance examination. Give up math.
And I was suddenly confused about how to walk the road under my feet. Countless crossroads, countless times to look around.
What is struggling is my heart that is more and more afraid of the future.
How long will it take to gain something?
How many times do you have to work hard to see the light? In a world that others can't see, how can I be calm and breezy
People around me come and go.
I look at them. Even with a pair of eyes that can't see through, nothing but fog remains.
So, in this extremely lonely day, I seriously reflect on it. Countless images flashed in my mind.
Someone told me that the people in the proofing room come to you to make samples, and arrange them in the order of first come, first served The same is true for changing varieties, first change one, and the others make samples for them
Inexplicably heard this sentence from someone else. I sounded bewildered.
Finally, I sorted out my thoughts.
Sometimes, I will be very busy. I was so busy that I forgot who in the proofing room asked me for proofing
So, maybe the last person who came to me became the first person to pull the machine
For this, I have had reflection.
Will not favor anyone.
I am a pleaser. This character is formed because of inferiority complex. This kind of character is not good and will not reject people. Sometimes, I obviously don't have time, but I blurt out that I am free. Don't say no easily.
People with a pleasing personality also have a fatal flaw.
? For the person you like, the closest person, and the best friend, you are very casual, and you will not bury your hot temper.
And if you are particularly cautious about a person, it means that you have been rejecting this person in your heart.
Getting older. The shortcomings in the character must be corrected. They said I would improve.
I'm writing a novel, and there will be a gap between what I think in my mind and reality.
The more you know a person, the more you will hate a person. Because in the process of continuous understanding and in-depth understanding, all the shortcomings of others are revealed. Including mine too. I have too many shortcomings. I don't want others to see too many of my shortcomings. I am a perfectionist. This is a bad sign.
Just like feelings, both love and friendship start from curiosity.
If I have done anything that is not thoughtful, I hope to understand. Many times, without intention, there are always various things mixed together to cause misunderstandings.
After pausing for a few seconds for a sentence that he clearly thought of, what came out of his mouth may become another sentence. I believe in the moment when the brain freezes the language. So, I just write articles. No gift for eloquence.
? If you think something is wrong, you can talk to me. I will not be angry. When some things are said from the third person, one can imagine what kind of mountains and rivers have passed
Am I a good person. No need to define.
But I am definitely a person who can listen.
In fact, there are many things that I care about, because I have given up all of them because of my stubborn personality. What am I left with now? Facing the blank window, watching the sky light up bit by bit. The heart has never been illuminated. I don't like tragedies, but what I write most is tragedies.
There is no novel in which there are no dead people.
Many people don't believe it, and when I write these things, I shed tears. Real pain.
Who will sympathize with me?
Sometimes, I drop the paper and pen. Say to yourself, give up, give up.
Sometimes, tired. I said to myself, let's go, let's go, the world is so big, there is always a place.
There is no option for anything. Stay in the original place and continue to write my text. I dare not take risks, dare not try. Perhaps after skipping the darkness in front of us, what we welcome is light.
In the midst of extreme confusion, I wrote (Liu Li's Peaceful Life), and it was for myself. Let yourself see more clearly.
Be serious. Do things seriously.
For those people and things I have hurt, I really say sorry.
Please forgive me.
Also written on May 8, 2018 (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com)bsp; also written on May 8, 2018 (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com