I have had some free time recently, like a frog trapped under a deep well, facing the cold and bright wellhead. It's very monotonous and a little lonely, as if it's on a desolate plain, with nothing as far as the eye can see.
The difference between me and the frog is that I know that this narrow hole is not the entire sky, so I want to see some new things, so I want to write something, so that it can temporarily fill the void in my heart, and it seems that I can see beyond the horizon, and can also temporarily relax my mood.
I like the writer Haruki Murakami very much. I have read his "Norwegian Wood" more than ten times. The image I feel from his novels is not like a stormy sea rolling in my heart, and then nothing after the storm, but like a whisper in your ear, the gentle ripples keep spreading in the sea of heart, extending continuously from the other side of the sea into the body.
I really like the feeling I get from Murakami's novels, as if under this feeling I can extend my tentacles into the dark place, and I can gallop freely in an unknown place. Only in this way can I seem to see that I am alive, and can I reach out my hand to catch the cold moon at the mouth of the well.
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