Twenty Years: Reading Notes

I have to lament the author's words. I am really short of words and cannot describe how I feel now. The term "you" is too subtle, and it feels like the person being scolded is me across the screen. Every word seems to describe me, but I don't even have the courage to write these indignant words. I even have the urge to copy it down and stick it on my bedside the next time I make the same mistake. It's hard to express. I should write a confession and vent when I sigh and curse secretly. But now I want to thank you first.

I don't know what to say. I started to feel uncomfortable when I saw the second part. It reminded me of my high school. Although it didn't take long, but now when I think about high school, I have forgotten those painful memories. At that time, two others and I were in the same primary school class. We also had another friend who was not in the same class and played together since childhood. We had been writing together in elementary school about things like 007, special agents, and spiritual pets. We were still writing together in high school. We used a small notebook of mine. Each person would write a little bit and then pass it on to the next person. If we were not in the same class, we would pass it on. At that time, we wrote about our college life. Of course, it was not an ordinary life. Not only did we stay with our male idols (both real-life and novel characters), we also lived a variety of rich, fantasy and adventure lives. It is a very lucky and happy thing to be able to write articles together in the same class in high school. At this time, we write some fan fiction and various small original works. It was at this time that I started my first original article that was truly ready for a close-up - it was an interstellar article, and it included everything I wanted to write about, such as close friends turning against each other, family members breaking up, conflicts of positions, political games, military wars... So I was very, very excited when I first saw the label under the unwarranted degradation note. Let's go back to high school. In high school, I was in the liberal arts class. I considered myself a literary girl. It was a pleasure to memorize classical Chinese poems in Chinese class. Of course, my friends were the same way. One of my childhood friends (who had already said that she would read Degenerate Notes after my strong recommendation and simple understanding) would buy some. I read Du Fu, Li He and Xin Qiji's poetry collections, but I have never borrowed them (my literary youth is more inclined to be cynical and sad about spring and autumn...). At that time, I imagined that my future life would continue to be like this, continue to be sad about spring and autumn, continue to understand some ancient Chinese allusions, and continue to read some foreign masterpieces or smaller literary books. At that time, I swore that I would finish writing my interstellar novel. Of course that was not done. Joke! That was in high school, and I had to squeeze in time to write articles without taking a lunch break. When the classmates in the first class were lying on the table and sleeping, I was writing furiously. At that time, I didn't get stuck in writing at all. Of course, that may be because I didn't have an outline, so I wrote whatever came to my mind. At that time, I really felt that I could finish writing it. After all, I loved it so much. It was a beautiful fantasy when I was young. Almost the entire class circulated my masterpiece (proud). Everyone praised and encouraged me, which made me more confident. Arrived at university, hey, university. It can be said that my major in college has nothing to do with literature and art, and since I entered the school, I have been very clear about the future path, which still has nothing to do with literature and art. But I still tried my best to read some of my favorite books before going to bed at night. I thought about what to read for a few days and finally settled on a few books. I decided to read All Quiet on the Western Front first, but I didn't stick to it for a few days. But I still firmly believed that I would finish writing my article. I wrote many character background stories one after another without touching a single word in the main text. Some of them were not even stories, just a few paragraphs. The background settings were constantly changed until my friends could no longer understand which character, which force I was talking about, and what story I was talking about. I no longer post it. Occasionally when I feel good about it, I secretly post it on my account in Moments to praise myself. For a period of time, I was very anxious and upset because I didn't write, which made me feel as if I had lost some ability. I was afraid of losing my ability to write, so I kept forcing myself to write, and then I really didn't want to write, over and over again. Now I am no longer anxious, because I have written another relatively short original article. In summary, it is an incomprehensible dream talk in the world of cultivating immortals. I still vowed to finish that article. I have only written less than half of it now. However, I have not written it for half a year, but I still feel that I can finish it. My current state is more Buddhist. I occasionally write stories about characters that do not appear in the main text of Star Wars. Most of the time, I focus more on real life. I always feel that after graduation and when I can run my own life properly, I will definitely give them an ending seriously. Just like Luo Mu loves Su Yu for no reason and loves many characters, I also love my characters, and I also hope to give them an ending. Even if the endings of many characters in my novels may not be very good or even tragic, they are all part of my fantasy of my youth. I also want to give my youth fantasy an ending. I said a lot of small things, I hope you don't find me annoying. I just want to say that I should keep writing for no reason. I think writing itself is very sacred. When writing, the whole person enters a very mysterious state. It is really satisfying to see this group of acquaintances experiencing various things in my writing. All in all, urging for updates, urging for updates of degraded notes, I want to read Luo Mu!

After the college entrance examination, I will seriously read every book the author has ever said.

The tone of the book "Feeling Degenerate" is sad and lonely. Even though the protagonist has so many friends, there are still too many things they have to resist. Can just a few people really stop the degeneration of mankind? Luo Mu is really lonely. No one can take responsibility for her. The responsibility of the whole world is on her shoulders, but there is no one to complain. Alas, as a reader, I really pity Luo Mu.

Good! Just pretend like this!

I just said that you can get good food if you follow the unprovoked tears. Please write 🤩 🤩 quickly.

Oh, Teacher Wuji, you are really a very lonely person.

Ever since I have written something, I have never dared to write again [Joker] Writing is really tiring.

The list of things to read is increasing silently...

If Virgo is changed to Pioneer, it will be more domineering.