Chapter 2 Preface I am a colored pen in a dream, I want to write flowers and leaves to Qingyun

A person has to have something he likes before he can be called elegant.Zhi Dun likes horses, Zhao Ji likes eagles, and I like cats.Ye Gong is fond of dragons, and all the things he uses are in the shape of dragons; Zhidun Zhao Ji likes horse eagles, and his spirit is shown in his writing, which has probably undergone thousands of changes, and has already contained a lot of meaning.I love cats, but it's not such a trouble. I love cats, so I keep one.I don't raise too many, because I'm afraid of trouble. I raise a raccoon cat, which is a long-haired raccoon cat, and what is even rarer is that the ends of the four paws are all white, as if wearing four white gloves.When the cat came to my house, it was very small, and even its meows were milky.When sleeping, he always likes to get into people's arms, "Gulu Gulu" yelling contentedly.In line with the principle that all monsters call themselves by their own names, we call it Gollum.

Gollum grew up gradually, and the toddler became flexible and agile.When I was typing, it liked to sit on top of the computer monitor, stretching out its claws to touch the screen of the monitor from time to time.In its incomprehensible little head, maybe it feels that the movement of this picture is the owner playing with it?If I opened a picture, it would be even happier, tilting its head to look at it carefully, and then stretched out its furry paws to grab it.Of course, it could only catch the cold screen, so it was puzzled, and it yelled "Miwu" and issued a very serious protest.I hugged it with a smile, reprimanded it for its stupidity, and rewarded it with half a box of canned cat food.Life is stumbling, Gulu grows up, and I gradually get out of words.

Sometimes I look back and think that people are not alive, what is alive is a separate soul or body.The soul is lonely, painful, and happy; the body just takes a spoonful of wine and meat and feeds it into the empty mouth.A cat doesn’t have such a complex soul as a human, so it can live simply, or for the afternoon nap, or for the canned cat that I occasionally reward it, it is simply alive, beautiful and happy.And me?I too live in the mid-afternoon curls and canned cats, but I don't have the happiness of a cat.Just because I am not as simple as a cat.My soul is just lazy and lonely, wandering in dusty libraries.

But I don't want to.Or people need something great to anesthetize themselves, so that they can determine their ideals, or only I don't need it. So I picked up the pen and let it suck in the inkstone again.There is a river in the city where I come from, and the most brilliant clouds in the world are blooming on the river. I also want my works to bloom with the same splendor.I want to use my own way to construct a magical, magnificent and unrestrained crystal palace, so that my friends and my cats can roam happily in this wonderful land, while I live alone in the attic on the top of the palace, enjoying the beauty of the Creator. happy.

This is what I want to be happy.My body has long been used to looking in the morning and evening, staying where I am.It is extremely smart and flexible in following the rules, but my soul is different, it is unruly and wild, and still needs the most tragic indulgence after waking up drunk. The high mark of the six dragons, and then urge to despise the old mountain of shooting. So I chose martial arts.I can't tell whether it's the evening sun or the morning sun. I just need this beam of light to illuminate the body of the soul that is still curled up in the deepest part.What I want is the most extreme imagination and the wildest emotions.The big river is running, and I dance with my sword, and the edge of the sword is dyed with layers of mist.

So I wrote "Zizhao Tianyin", "Shu Dao Hearing the Bell", "The Monster of the Sea", and "Mandala".What I want is not neat and round words, what I want is the relief after smiling.Every time Gulu is full of food and drink, he will comb his hair triumphantly until every part of his body is perfect, then he will shake his paws, patrolling the room naturally but gracefully like an emperor A week later, I will slowly walk on my lap or on the monitor, and start to sleep lazily.At this time, it is extremely content and leisurely, as if the world is made of crystal, and it is the light shining from the deepest part of the crystal.I often can't help but wonder why it can be so happy?And why can't I?I write these words just because I want to find my canned cat food, and after gluttony, I will get this kind of lazy happiness.

It was late at night, after I had a good sleep, Gulu was waking up. He would usually chase his ping pong ball for a while, then climb onto the window sill and look outside.Cats are really elf animals. When they were four months old, they could easily jump onto a window sill one and a half meters high.I also often wonder what it is looking at?What is there to see outside the window are people coming and going, and trees that have been infected beyond recognition?But Gulu watched with relish and was extremely devoted.As soon as there is a slight wind and grass outside, it will be full of energy and its eyes will be wide open. It seems that the general who is going to the expedition has found the trace of the enemy and is about to beat the drum.Sometimes I haven't fallen asleep yet, and it's quite interesting to lie on the bed and watch it move like this.Or my words used to be like Gulu, jumping on the window sill of my body, looking at the outside world.The world is so beautiful to them, they can completely ignore the dust on it, watch it with gusto and devotion.It's time to set them free.

I then realized that my writing was also a pack of cats, fed on laps and in cat cans.They are simply happy, but yearn for the outside world.Or I shouldn't cherish myself with my broom, but just appreciate myself, and it is enough to have some leisure for myself in front of the dying lamp.It is what they are happy to see publicly or publicly.So I ended up joining the ranks of vonwen.It was perhaps also a relief that I finally found my own canned cat food. But I always wondered what Gulu saw was not the world, but the starlight.It often holds its head up and sits motionless, and I suspect that it is looking for the only faint starlight over Beijing.This starlight may be able to arouse the memory in its eternal and long-lasting blood, so it is more like my words. No matter it is poetry, literature, college or Jianghu, I will try my best to make it Shining brightly, just like the spark that has not changed for thousands of years, it shines on my stubborn soul that refuses to wake up.