Let me state first, this story is not a story about Lao Huang being "dumped" by others, nor is it a story about him "starting from scratch".The story of him being "dumped" is actually not a story, it has already been told in the follow-up post.The story of his "starting from scratch" involves a netizen, and I can't get in touch with this netizen now, so I can't write and post it here without authorization.The title I chose for that story is <<Love Shaking the Earth>>. I believe that netizen will know what it refers to when she sees the name. If she has no objection to my writing this story, please contact me by private message. I guarantee that Stories are written without tarnishing anyone's radiant image.

My story is the story of the female netizen I mentioned before, and it came to me around the same time as the story of "The Same Bird".At that time, I had two stories in my hand at the same time, and I felt very rich, like a local rich man. I remember Huang Yan bragging a few years ago: "I have two babies, if you both cry, who should I hug?" Of course, this is not a problem now, even if I am whining, as long as another baby is also wowing, Huang Yan will definitely ignore the whining and go straight to wow. Of course I don't blame him, because I'm not jealous of my son.But I did struggle with which story to write first because I didn't want any "BABY" to feel left out.In the end, I chose to write "Birds of the Same Forest" first. The first reason is that the stories of "Birds of the Same Forest" are similar to those I have written before. Something else; the second reason is that some readers asked me to write the stories of my compatriots first. Since I typed all the words for the sake of knowing stupidity, it is better to be respectful than obedient, and I wrote "Birds in the Same Forest" first.

Originally, I was going to hold this baby after holding that baby, but I never thought of a topic, so I put it off.Now this topic is also made up temporarily and has been used by many people, but I really can't think of any topic that others have not used, so I have to try to use it slightly different from others. It is said that the "Yu" in "unchanging" means "change", so "unchanging until death" should mean "not changing until death". "Until death will not change" has always been used in Chinese as a compliment, mostly used to praise the love of the world, but there is a similar English saying, which is sometimes used in a derogatory sense.This English expression is Till Death Do Us Part. There is a TV series with this sentence as the title, and it is all about the story of husband and wife turning against each other, and the last one murders the other.

It can be seen that "unswerving until death" is not necessarily a good thing.But it's the same old question: who can handle it so well?When one party thinks it should be changed, the other party may think that it should not be changed, so whose decision should be followed? This story should be somewhat different from the ones I wrote before. It is not that I deliberately innovated, nor did I deliberately break through myself, but it happened that this netizen provided a relatively different story. I create stories without using my brain at all. I write them when someone gives me a story, and I don’t write a story when no one gives me one.I can't think of a reason to create a story, and I don't like to read "created" stories. Even if the author really created it, even if the author declares in a hoarse voice that "this story is purely fictional", I still take it seriously.If it's too "creative" and I can't read it as a real story no matter how hard I try, then I won't watch it.

My father was a little puzzled that I was so active in writing these stories, and said that I should write something more important, something that could enter the history of literature.He feels that I am not as good at writing now as I was when I was a child. He is still interested in finding someone to publish for me the things I wrote when I was a child. It doesn't look like something that can be popular, and it doesn't look like something that can be circulated. He doesn't know which side the publishing house is aiming for. I told him: "Someone suggested in "New Threads" that this type of novel represented by you should be listed as a branch of literature and focus on discussion. Maybe in the future when you teach literature, you will have to give a lecture on this branch. ..."

My father said: "Documentary novels have existed for a long time, so what branch is there?" Hehe, one word tells the truth, the experts can't be fooled. My mom didn't like my dad's underestimation of her daughter, and told him Wendou: "My Amy was able to write "Seeing the World with the Third Eye" in the age of TEENAGE, which shows that she is not It’s not profound, but it has been profound long ago. Now it’s the simplicity after maturity, the calmness after hustle and bustle, and the simplicity after splendor. If you look down on what she wrote, then write one and let me have a look...”

My dad argued: "I didn't look down on what she wrote, and I didn't say that I wrote better than her. I just said that she could write better than this..." So I used my trump card to deal with him: "If you love me, please give me freedom, including my freedom to write nonsense and not write as good as you hoped." When my father saw that "love" and "freedom" were mentioned, he thought it was Mrs. Pei Duofei arriving, and immediately panicked: "How can I restrict your freedom? I have always valued your freedom the most , don't you know that Dad loves you the most?" Then he said unwillingly, "You are just being ruthless in front of your parents and waiting for your son to treat you!"

I don't know if I have ever been as "profound" as my mother boasted, but I know that I did have a stage of "expressing sorrow for Fu Xinshi" (who hasn't? It just depends on the length of time), at that time I often express some emotions like "life, life", "human nature, human nature", and often have a feeling of "lonely, lonely", "lonely, lonely", thinking that everyone is like an isolated island that is not connected to each other, Floating on the ocean of life, one feels the faintness of the world and the urge to cry alone.

At that time, I always complained in my heart that my parents and relatives did not understand me, let alone my classmates and friends.At that time, what I loved most were those sad things. Just one topic can arouse my infinite emotion.Don't sing songs that are sad or sad, and don't watch movies that are sad or sad, which can be called "SENTIMENTAL". I forgot whether it was at the same time as this miserable age, or before or after. Anyway, there was a period of time when I was very cynical. To love, to die to be missed, to never waste a single day, to leave my dog's footprints in this world.

So I was just a little kid, and I was deep in my depth there, trying to discover a few truths that no one had ever discovered before, to gain insight into the great secrets of life, and to become a philosopher.At that time, I had a deep reflection on some aphorisms that people were accustomed to, and wrote some unconventional small articles, with profound thoughts, tricky angles, and sophisticated language, which even my father had to applaud.So he compiled the little things I wrote, got someone to publish them, and gave a copy to each of his relatives and friends.Anyone who doesn't know the author's real name thinks the author is an old guy; anyone who knows the author's real name thinks it was my father who took the pen for the sword.

I brought a few copies with me when I went abroad, but lost them when I moved.Later, when Huang Yan went to my parents' place for Christmas, he took a few copies, and he brought them with him when he came to the United States.The two of us lay on the bed and watched my "masterpiece" when I was a child. I imagined that Huang Mi was holding a diaper and seeing the world with a third eye, and my stomach hurt from laughing. Most people transition from the stage of "expressing sorrow for new poems" to the stage of "it's cool in autumn" because "now they know the feeling of sorrow".But if I am no longer worried about Fu Xin Shiqiang, it must be due to Huang Yan.In life, I came from an experience school to an experience school, and he is a natural experience school. He has no lofty ambitions and lofty goals since he was a child. He only regards life as an experience, and only wants to "see what he wants to see Books, do what you want to do, go where you want to go", don't ask "why people live", don't ask "why I live", just live after birth, that's all. If I become an experientialist, I don’t expect to become a great writer and write works handed down from generation to generation, because great writers are all empiricists, philosophers, who have a big vision, a big heart, and describe changes in human history. The hero of the process is the truth that is universally applicable, the only one that has never been seen before, and the consensus that everyone has in their hearts and has nothing in their pens.Even if it is a story about a small person, it is necessary to show the deep things of the human soul from this story, which has a deafening effect. But I am more satisfied with personal things, superficial things, all of which are individual cases, not representative of all human beings; the focus is on the plot, not digging deep into the soul.The reason why I write these stories is simple: Someone gave me a story like this, and someone has already taken the time to write a synopsis, and someone is willing to read the story, plus it doesn't cost money to post online, and I have a large group People help take care of the children, and they can squeeze out a little cleavage (wrong, it should be time) to code words, so I coded them out and posted them on the Internet to entertain others and myself. From the nonsense I said above, you can expect: Like my previous stories, it will not be a profound work, and it is not intended to express any truth that is universally applicable. It is just a story of a netizen. Just pass the time. I am not shy for writing such stories, and you don’t need to be shy for reading such stories. We can use my mother’s words to compliment ourselves: we are the simplicity after maturity, the calmness after hustle and bustle, and the simplicity after splendor.Concerning the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of a small person is not inferior to caring about the joys, sorrows and sorrows of a famous person, and caring about the fate of an individual is no less mediocre than caring about the fate of a nation.After all, a celebrity is also a person, and a nation is also composed of individuals. Who to pay attention to is far less important than how to pay attention. In the process of writing these stories, I spent a lot of time on anti-smashing, because the stories are ready-made, and they can be written in one go, while anti-smashing requires brains, focusing on ideas, and hitting accurately ruthless.But I don’t feel sorry for the time I spent. I’ve spent all this time, awakening some people, making some dumb, running away, and driving some crazy. The direct benefit is that I have to spend on The time to hit back is getting less and less. At the earliest, almost every episode needs to be reversed; now, it is not necessary to reverse every episode, but I often have to reverse several times; then, I only concentrate on reversed a few times; After the curtain, I smashed it several times; this time when I posted "Birds in the Same Forest", I almost didn't need to smash it back. Of course, those who always think that they have a good way to save the world and love to sell their own bitter medicines everywhere will feel that this is a loss for me: You see, you see, if you are not open-minded to accept opinions, no one will give you opinions, right?You have no good medicine to eat, just wait to die of illness. Wait a minute, how can you be so sure?Knowing that the bricks I smashed can be ground into powder to make good medicine?Have you done clinical trials on your "good medicine"?Does the result of your experiment prove that your medicine is indeed "good"?Even if the experiment proves that your medicine is a good medicine, you should work on the taste of the medicine. Why do you have to make it so bitter?Just to let another pharmaceutical company steal your market and users? The saying "good medicine tastes bitter" has blurred the eyes of some of us, and Mr. Lu Xun's passage has a little misleading effect (maybe it was just misunderstood). The person who said "this kid will grow up to be rich" was rewarded, but the one who said "this kid will die" was punished, so everyone had to say "today's weather hahaha". Many people extend this to "either tell lies and be rewarded, or tell the truth and be beaten", and the conclusion is that you can only say things that are not relevant to the topic.So some vicious people use this story as a magic sword, regardless of the occasion, talk nonsense, curse you, scold you, and use this story to prove that she is an honest person.In fact, honesty cannot offset viciousness, honesty cannot cover up stupidity, and honesty cannot change frivolity. Some people like to compare this story with "The Emperor's New Clothes" and think that the person who said "the child will die" is as brave and honest as the child who said "the emperor has no clothes". In fact, these two are completely different The story, two completely different people. "The Emperor's New Clothes" talks about the current truth and falsehood. The emperor is not wearing clothes, which is a fact before his eyes. The child speaks out, and it is a statement of the facts in front of him (although it is not strategic enough, it may lead to death , anyway, I will not let my children do such a foolish thing).And "this child will die in the future" is a future fact. Although it will happen one day in the future, a kind person will definitely not want this to happen right away, will not focus on it, and will not let it happen in other people's eyes. Discuss this at the full moon banquet. Still the same English saying: If you cant find anything nice to say, then dont say anything. In fact, as long as we don't regard Ai Yuan as a literary garden, as long as we don't regard ourselves as literary critics or moral education teachers, as long as we remember that this is a story of a netizen, and the prototype of the story is also being read, it will be easy for us to grasp the meaning of the words Proper. Happy reading!