It's been about a year since I wrote anything completely. Maybe it's because the more I read, the less I know. I'm always not satisfied with myself. I can't seem to wait for that day. Some friends complained that I never update my diary, and since I came back from Qingming Festival, I really wanted to write something, which is why I came up with this post today.
I had inexplicable insomnia last night until about two o'clock in the morning. When I woke up, I realized that it was raining outside. It seems that I have a certain fate with rain. Although my knees hurt a little when it rains, I am in a happy and sentimental mood on rainy days, which is perfect for writing.
This article is written in three parts, but there is no important internal connection. After looking at the whole text, it was pieced together without any structure. At first I planned to name it "Lingyu in the Sky Mountain" like Mr. Xu Dishan, but in the end I accidentally touched something that runs through the whole text, so I changed the name to Haizi's "Diary". I say this in the hope that someone can understand it.
A college Chinese teacher once said that every author puts a lot of effort into waiting for a reader to suddenly understand his words after many years, decades, or even hundreds or thousands of years. In this way, I am also willing to wait, although it is not that exaggerated.
Conception: