Luo Luo's Prose Collection
About This Novel
I want to be a free bird that can swim in the sky. I want to be a kind person who can tolerate the vicissitudes and injustices of the world. If possible, I want to experience the beauty of the world with you, just because I have seen it before. I want to share it with you.
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very good
The setting sun will take you home, come on
Goodbye, dear readers.
This book is finished. Thank you all for your company and support during this time! See you in the next one!
Some insights and feelings after reading this book.
After being sick for more than a week, I finally started to recover today. When the alarm clock rang, the sun outside the window was very bright. When I went out, I looked in the mirror, put on my favorite lipstick, and then closed the door with satisfaction. Sure enough, when this person is not doing his job properly, even his headaches are migratory. These days, the headaches alternate between left and right, as if they had colluded in advance to wear small shoes for me every day. The whole person was in a daze, not wanting to do anything, and unable to do anything. The moment I walked downstairs and threw the empty medicine box in the trash can, I felt relieved. This damn cold was finally letting me go. I went to eat at noon, and I was surrounded by voices discussing the New Year holiday. I don't know why, but when it reached my ears, I didn't feel any emotions at all. My colleague sitting opposite me while eating looked at me in shock and said, "Why are you so calm?" I can't explain why, but it seems that I am the calmest this year. Twenty-five years later, I still haven't gained anything, which is really a shame. There is a popular saying recently, "Everyone in the world is in a panic, but it only breaks a few taels of silver." It just so happens that a few taels of broken silver can relieve people's sorrow, avoid famine, and ensure their health. But just a few taels of broken silver can bend the backbones of many people. People always seem to be like this, contradictory and true. Even though I knew that if I chose a skyscraper, I would have to bear the pain of being in the cold at high places, I still pursued the freedom that I couldn't get, regardless of my own safety. Even if he experiences cold bones and rain of bullets, he still enjoys it and never tires of it. Many people have never done anything bad in this life, but life has ruthlessly choked them. Today I was resting in the company after lunch. Looking through the glass window at the densely packed houses not far away, I found that the city I live in seemed really crowded. The boss asked me at that time, do you think those houses are like prisons? Everyone is confined to one unit, and it becomes increasingly difficult for people to connect with each other. We are trapped in it without realizing it. We think about going to bigger and better cities, but we are just going from one cage to another. We enjoy the convenience of modern cities, but we are also limited by its numbness and repetition day after day. But if you don't open that house, you will never know the truth inside, so everyone is scrambling to squeeze in. When I was a child, just because I wanted to eat a candy, I would try my best to get what I wanted, even if I cried and made trouble, I would try my best to get what I wanted. When we grow up, the house becomes a prison for love, the stability described by others becomes a prison for our work, and we lose the courage to take that step because of repeated compromises. It is said that when a person cries, the first tear flowing from the right eye indicates happiness, and when it flows from the left eye, it indicates pain. Many years later, the old house that cannot be returned to has lost its authenticity in the prison of memory. Epilogue: Finding a house you like is like finding a good prison. I lived inside and locked the whole world outside. I no longer had the desire to break out of the prison. After putting on the warm fur of capital, I became a sophisticated businessman.
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Official(3)Scraped 2mo ago
very good
The setting sun will take you home, come on
Goodbye, dear readers.
This book is finished. Thank you all for your company and support during this time! See you in the next one!
Some insights and feelings after reading this book.
After being sick for more than a week, I finally started to recover today. When the alarm clock rang, the sun outside the window was very bright. When I went out, I looked in the mirror, put on my favorite lipstick, and then closed the door with satisfaction. Sure enough, when this person is not doing his job properly, even his headaches are migratory. These days, the headaches alternate between left and right, as if they had colluded in advance to wear small shoes for me every day. The whole person was in a daze, not wanting to do anything, and unable to do anything. The moment I walked downstairs and threw the empty medicine box in the trash can, I felt relieved. This damn cold was finally letting me go. I went to eat at noon, and I was surrounded by voices discussing the New Year holiday. I don't know why, but when it reached my ears, I didn't feel any emotions at all. My colleague sitting opposite me while eating looked at me in shock and said, "Why are you so calm?" I can't explain why, but it seems that I am the calmest this year. Twenty-five years later, I still haven't gained anything, which is really a shame. There is a popular saying recently, "Everyone in the world is in a panic, but it only breaks a few taels of silver." It just so happens that a few taels of broken silver can relieve people's sorrow, avoid famine, and ensure their health. But just a few taels of broken silver can bend the backbones of many people. People always seem to be like this, contradictory and true. Even though I knew that if I chose a skyscraper, I would have to bear the pain of being in the cold at high places, I still pursued the freedom that I couldn't get, regardless of my own safety. Even if he experiences cold bones and rain of bullets, he still enjoys it and never tires of it. Many people have never done anything bad in this life, but life has ruthlessly choked them. Today I was resting in the company after lunch. Looking through the glass window at the densely packed houses not far away, I found that the city I live in seemed really crowded. The boss asked me at that time, do you think those houses are like prisons? Everyone is confined to one unit, and it becomes increasingly difficult for people to connect with each other. We are trapped in it without realizing it. We think about going to bigger and better cities, but we are just going from one cage to another. We enjoy the convenience of modern cities, but we are also limited by its numbness and repetition day after day. But if you don't open that house, you will never know the truth inside, so everyone is scrambling to squeeze in. When I was a child, just because I wanted to eat a candy, I would try my best to get what I wanted, even if I cried and made trouble, I would try my best to get what I wanted. When we grow up, the house becomes a prison for love, the stability described by others becomes a prison for our work, and we lose the courage to take that step because of repeated compromises. It is said that when a person cries, the first tear flowing from the right eye indicates happiness, and when it flows from the left eye, it indicates pain. Many years later, the old house that cannot be returned to has lost its authenticity in the prison of memory. Epilogue: Finding a house you like is like finding a good prison. I lived inside and locked the whole world outside. I no longer had the desire to break out of the prison. After putting on the warm fur of capital, I became a sophisticated businessman.
