Chapter 3 chapter 2

Ask you a famous question (of course you don't have to answer it). There was a bird deep in the mountains that sang the best song ever sung by a bird.After singing, the bird flew away. No one heard the song. Has this song ever existed in this world? If no one has ever heard of me, did I ever exist? I've been around a lot of people, who became famous for different reasons, who temporarily escaped the "sing it and no one heard it" quiz question.Their shit luck is not bad. ("Shit luck" is not a very elegant word, but the girl who is closest to you often talks about shit and fart, you can also get used to it first.)

So what if you don't become famous all your life? As the poet of the Tang Dynasty wrote, the safflower in the mountains bloomed quietly by itself, became red, thanked quietly, and fell into the soil. Maybe one or two passing deer saw it, maybe not. If you ask me how this life is like, baby, I am not qualified to answer this question anymore, and I am also one of those "shit transporters" for the time being.I can only answer from imagination: "It sounds beautiful, too." There are too many questions that I am not qualified to answer, and I often live by imagination.

Choose one of the two <The side of the school’s playground> dear baby: I shot an ad. In the ad, I asked everyone: "You are good-looking, and you have a good mind. You can only choose one. Which one do you want?" The reporter also asked me this question. Ask: "Which one would you choose?" Me: "Of course I choose good-looking ones." Ask: "Why?" Me: "Because I don't look good, I probably know it soon." Question: "Is it okay to have a bad mind?" Me: "If your mind is not good enough, you may never know that you have a bad mind for the rest of your life."

Lock and Key "The Corner of the City After the Wind" dear baby: key. There are keys because we invented locks. There are locks because we think someone is going to steal from us. Therefore, every time we take out the key and prepare to unlock the lock, there should be a sense of suspense, right? "Could the contents of the drawer have been tampered with?" "Would it be possible that when the door is opened, all the things in the house will be removed?" "Maybe the diamonds in the safe have been stolen and replaced with stones?" After opening the lock with the key, I found that what I was worried about did not happen.At this time, of course we will breathe a sigh of relief, but after experiencing thousands of times and tens of thousands of times, we may not be disappointed and slowly realize:

"Maybe, no one ever wanted to open my lock secretly." We recall thousands of times and tens of thousands of times in our life that we carefully took out the key to open the lock, and it turned out that we were all self-indulgent. We look at the delicate, complicated, and sometimes even beautiful keys, and faintly hear the soft laughter of life in our ears. poem "garden" dear baby: poetry. All the things that cannot be explained in other ways. Or, all the things that shouldn't be said clearly. Passing by <TV Cafe> dear baby: The following is a question and answer.

Question: "You appear on TV almost every day, but why do you often show the appearance of just passing by to the TV circle?" Answer: "Cough...cough... Even when it comes to life, I often feel like I just passed by."