Preface: Revisiting the past
"I would like to make this work to commemorate my youth."
It has been a year and a month since the college entrance examination ended, and I have been sick for almost a year. Whenever I am in the dead of night, bits and pieces of the past will always appear in my mind like a revolving lantern. During this period, there was guilt, joy, regret, and pain... There were beloved teachers, lovely classmates, and young love. It spins around like a revolving lantern, just like Mr. Zhang Shou's social opera Baicao Garden and Ms. Haiyin's Dongyang camel team. A series of people and things came to my mind, which made me unable to control myself. So I took out the keyboard I had just bought, lit a pinch of incense from Kumbum Monastery, and listened to Feng Xiaoquan's "Candied Haws", turning my childhood into codes one by one.
The child's eyes are clear, this is not absolute. It should be said that at least they were like this before they were contaminated by society. Today's world can be said to be so polluted that even children are polluted: after all, it is hard to believe that a little girl who is "smart, well-behaved and cute" in front of her parents and teachers can actually be full of swear words and behave erratically when interacting with her peers. It's also hard to imagine how many of today's children would not play with those bad Internet memes that are as disgusting as inferior pre-made dishes and are quickly replaced by new bad memes. I can't help but sigh: It is impossible to see the innocent time like Old Stories in the South of the City and The Legend of Hulan River again. But I miss those people, objects, and things in the past all the time, so I follow Ms. Lin Haiyin's example and say, "Write them out." Even though I know, someone should say that I "have so many inner dramas, am I cheap or not?"
But I still want to write. Compared with some people who are desperate for face but suffer the consequences, this is a great enjoyment for me. Of course you won't be happy if your room for progress is cut off.
Just like this, I looked at the handwriting left by my old friend, and I couldn't hide the emotions in my heart. So I burned a pinch of incense and began to tell the judges here about these small things that are as insignificant as a running account in the eyes of people who have experienced great storms.
July 28, 2024 in Harbin
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Preface again: At the beginning of 2025, I was hospitalized because of a pilonidal cyst. I had two rooms and one hall dug out of my sacrococcygeal skin. During this period, I experienced many things, including but not limited to surgery, anesthesia, dressing changes, granulation trimming, hospitalization, and dealing with various medical equipment. From this, I have a different perspective on life. I don't know where the road to the future will lead, I just know that the road is at my feet. I hope this work can wake up some people who are still sleeping. At least after waking up, people will give up their fantasy and be pragmatic, and there will be a 30% possibility in life.
(The names of people and places in this work are all fictitious, any similarity is purely coincidental)
Concept: The diary of a middle-school student, full of confusion and unwillingness