When I was a child, I would get closer to sadness, and I would fantasize about many exciting scenarios. Sometimes I would even shed two tears before I was happy.
The concentration of emotions was too thick. Finally one day, I wrote them out, and then I had something that I could put on the table. At that time, I was very high-spirited.
Growing up, I was very bored. After completing the daily tasks of "being a human being", I would lie quietly in bed at night, sometimes thinking about how I could live to an old age in such a long life.
My domineering and exuberant soul urgently needed an outlet. I recalled my success in writing when I was young and started writing novels.
But it's bad.
It was painful to look at myself, and it was even more painful to witness myself becoming mediocre. I began to lie quietly in bed again.
But the people I wrote about always came late at night.
They, too, lay quietly in the scene where I put my pen.
How pitiful.
I said to myself, let's stop insisting on writing two strokes.
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If I stop writing for a long time and start writing again, I will be full of doubts about myself.
My girlfriend said that you are like a farmer cultivating the land now. The land has been idle for so long and you have to calm down and cultivate it.
I really like this statement.
My land has been dead for too long, I need to fertilize it to revitalize it.
Regardless of whether the fertilizer is good or bad, it must be applied completely.
While I was thinking, I was farming, and while I was farming, I was thinking more.
In this process, I saw many possible moments.
Many possible moments do slip by in an instant.
So I wrote and left them.
So here I am.
Intention: I always want to leave something behind, I always want to give my soul a place to rest.
