I liked playing table tennis when I was in elementary school. Later, I saved money and pestered my family to buy my first table tennis racket. I took it to school and played it twice. Later, when I went out to play after class, I was beaten by two junior high school students or high school students.
After snatching it away, I chased it all the way to get it back, but was beaten down the slope from the back door of the school. When I fell to the ground, my head hit a big rock, and I picked up a big bag.
I forget whether I cried at that time...
I still remember the appearance of that big stone, which was next to the old back door of the school. Later, a cement road was built on the ramp to get down. The edge of the cement road was about 20 centimeters away from the stone. I can still remember that sometimes it rained.
The scene of flowing by the stone.
When I was in junior high school, I was boarding at the school and doing evening self-study. Every night I would spend 50 cents to buy a piece of chocolate to eat. The chocolate was very hard and a little bitter, and I felt that my brain was very clear. When the evening self-study was about to end, the teacher had already left, and we
in a class
Boys played hide and seek in school. At that time, they liked to scare girls. When we came out of the stairs of the teaching building, there were gardens on both sides of the road, surrounded by short privet trees. When class was about to end, we hid behind the privet trees and saw someone coming down.
, just jump out and scare people.
One night when get out of class was about to end, I sneaked into the garden, and then I saw a friend who I was playing very well with came over, and he sneaked to the other side. I thought, this is really what heroes think alike. , it was twice as scary later. Then three female classmates came downstairs. When they came over, I jumped out with a "ah" sound, and my friend also jumped out from over there... They collided with each other in the air, and the three girls The classmates were stunned for a long time and laughed, and we had to run away in despair.
Sometimes we would hide in the dark corridor and hold a flashlight. When someone walked by, we would suddenly turn it on and shine it from the chin up. One time, we scared a girl to tears. We were at a loss as to what to do, thinking that this was going to be bad.
Tell the teacher...
When I was in junior high school, I participated in a school-wide art performance and talked about cross talk with a fat guy. The cross talk was written by me and the effect was very good. The fat guy didn't rehearse seriously. When it came time to perform, he couldn't even remember the lines. Halfway through the performance, he asked me
: "What's the next sentence?" I told him... and forgot to move the microphone away from my mouth. Of course, the effect was still very good, at least everyone laughed.
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Many times I wonder if I have caught something. Because I have missed so much, but sometimes I tell myself that the memory is finally caught in my mind. The feeling at that time, even a little further, may be
I can still remember many things. I remember the feeling, but I forgot the people involved.
Nowadays, I like to sit on the bus while listening to music, watching people going up and down, watching the scenery passing by outside, and thinking about what kind of stories they have. Every time, I can construct countless pictures in my mind, and follow the music.
When I move, everything becomes lifelike. I can see every detail clearly and contains certain feelings. This is my strength, but after all, it is also a lonely game. If someone is talking to me next to me, everything I can imagine
It's all gone.
Two years ago, I went to Sanya with some friends and asked about where to go. I said it would be better to take the bus. I saw a bus and got on it. I thought that if I just walked around, I could cover all of Sanya... Of course I didn't do it later.
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We stayed in a hotel, coded during the day, swam in the hotel swimming pool in the evening, walked to the beach, and then when it was time to eat, we took a taxi to downtown Sanya to eat at KFC... The food there was really bland.
So every time I took the bus alone, I would wear headphones and sit as close to the window as possible in the back row. What came with the music were mostly fantasy, and sometimes I would see some interesting things. Last year there was one
I took the bus to Changsha, the sky was high and low
It was raining, and there was a lot of water in the bus. There were not many people, but the seats in the bus were full. There was a seat behind the driver's seat. Someone probably had vomited not long ago and left a message next to it.
There was a puddle of vomit, and everyone who came up subconsciously walked around it.
A young man and woman, probably less than 20 years old, came up, maybe they were students at the university. The girl kept smiling and talking to the boy, and she didn't notice when she stepped on the pile of things. Later, the boy came to the back and stood near the car door.
, the woman sat down on her seat. I don’t know when she discovered what was under her feet, but I think she must like the boy very much. After a few stops, the boy got off the bus first, and then I got off too.
, I don’t know where the girl is sitting.
I had a girlfriend last year, but we broke up at the end of the year. This was my first relationship in many years, which may be a bit funny. After all, I am twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. After today,
Entering the 29th year of my life. After the breakup, I kept thinking whether I did something wrong or something right.
I always wonder if I am right or wrong.
I probably just graduated from high school. When I was in my early twenties, one day I suddenly got the phone number of a female classmate. Of course, I had some contacts and memories in the past, and I was considered a good friend. There is no need to go into details. But I haven’t had one for two years.
I contacted her and called her that day. Suddenly I couldn't calm down. I couldn't sleep that night and couldn't calm down when I did anything the next day. I felt my hands were shaking. Then I called her and confessed my love to her.
She must have had a boyfriend in college at the time, and the outcome of the phone call was unclear, but after the call and conversation, she calmed down and had a good sleep that night. After that, I smugly regarded it as "the end of the youth era."
, put it behind you, work hard, and never think about it again.
One day about a year later, she suddenly called me and talked to me about life in college. I felt very strange. I asked her what happened, and she asked what would you have done if I had agreed to you.
I said I knew you wouldn't agree from the beginning, and she didn't say anything.
At that time, I voluntarily gave up college because of my family's financial situation, but after graduating from high school, I actually couldn't find a good job. My life might not be in embarrassment, but it was not a time when I could afford anything. After that phone call, that night I suddenly
I felt like I was such a bad person, heh, I called to confess my love just to sleep. Of course that was not the case. At that time, I
Of course, I really did like her - from then on, I thought that I should no longer drag others down or hinder others when I couldn't bear the responsibility. Even if it was just an emotional fluctuation. So for several years after that, I didn't
When it comes to anything that may involve emotions, although I have had such opportunities before, I suppressed them almost as soon as the idea arose.
Until one day, I felt that I had realized what responsibility was like, and then I thought I could start trying it.
But...hehe, of course these ideas are wrong.
In fact, in the final analysis, it was my own too strong sense of self-protection that was at work. I realized this on the eve of a classmate’s wedding last year. We had dinner together, and when we entered, we saw her again. She was already married, and
I said hello, I was stunned for a moment, and said: "This is..." She actually hasn't changed much. I remember her name and all kinds of memories. But I just couldn't recognize her at the time... That day
At night I thought: I'm such a fucking bad person.
Presumably she and her husband will not read my article. It doesn’t matter if I write these things, even if I can read them. It doesn’t matter. I just recall them. If possible, I would like to say: "I'm sorry."
What I want to say now is that life must have many regrets to be perfect, but it is not like this. Since I was twenty years old, I have been working tirelessly to avoid regrets and avoid harm. If I feel that things may eventually
If it fails, just don’t touch it. Now that I think about it, it has become a real regret. If there are young people in their teens or 20s who read my book, I hope they will not be like this. If there is happiness, seize it.
Just try it if it's a challenge.
After a man reaches the age of thirty, he should do something he is sure of. This is what "The Grandmaster" said, but that is after the age of thirty.
For me, it is no longer necessary to get myself back to something "right". There used to be many distortions in my personality, and I felt at a loss and in pain because of this.
Tangled, now they have been finalized in my body and become a part of me, and I have been able to keep something that makes me feel precious. My outlook on life has been established, and the confusion has disappeared.
Because of this, I was able to write a book, so I gained the ability to write a book. Because of this, I can listen to music in the back seat of the bus and watch the crowd go up and down, and see more and more things. Because of this, I can sit in the noisy KFC.
By typing words and treating the people around me as the background, I was able to analyze my life more deeply and objectively and gain experiences that no one else has had. I think, if I have lost something, after all, I have also gained a lot.
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Sometimes I think that life may be like a bus, many people will accompany you for a journey, some people will walk a longer distance with you, some people will get off at the next stop, and some people will sit further away
, some people are sitting next to you, and sooner or later, they will get off the bus, and you will get up at a certain station and reach the finish line.
I go out for a walk sometimes.
The town where I live now has a large lake with good greenery and various facilities. Various light strips are turned on at night, there is music, and sometimes there are cultural performances in the small square. There are walking paths around the lake.
One week, there was a big and impressive house opposite. It turned on the lights at night, and it looked like a villa. When I came here for the first time, I thought: Wow, who can build a villa by this lake is really rich. Later I found out that it was a villa.
Public toilet.
I listened to the song and went for a walk around the lake at night. One night I came back from the lake, it was already a little late. In front of me was a lonely bus stop with countless stars in the sky. I raised my head and looked around.
They all seemed a bit empty. The street lights illuminated the road, and vehicles passed by from time to time.
The car lights in the distance shone over, and there was a community opposite, and next to it was a quiet, temporarily suspended construction site. But looking back, the lights on the lake were reflected, the city lights were blurry and quiet, and there were pedestrians coming home from the night in my field of vision. I
When I thought about the lives they lived, I suddenly thought, there are so many of them.
In this city, in this world, there are really so many people, just like the stars in the sky, they can’t be counted. Everyone has their own life and all kinds of weird experiences. I just imagine that there are so many
There are so many people and so many lights, it is enough to exhaust your brain. At that time, I suddenly felt that it is really a pity that one person can only live one life. I really want to experience everyone's life...
Later, I thought that although I had never thought about it so clearly before, this may be the reason why I like writing books so much.
I am twenty-eight years old. In the process of writing a book, I can simulate many things and moods. I see many things that I feel are very ordinary and cannot be surprised. One day, a friend
Tell me, if there are no accidents or surprises in your life and you can understand everything, wouldn’t it be too boring? I don’t know what’s going on next to you.
Is this really boring to people, but for me, every moment, I experience all kinds of feelings, joy, joy, nostalgia, sadness. Every moment in this world is
It can surprise me and calm me at the same time. Also that night, I thought, it would be great to be able to see such a bizarre world with countless lives and countless emotions intertwined.
I really want to let everyone know these emotions.
We can only live for a few decades. When one day we get off this bus, there are countless people on it, and some people get on and off the bus.
The men of the Department of the Han Dynasty briefly revealed their love for each other!