Day and Night

I happened to read a passage today and felt that I must climb up. "What you want to finish is not the last sentence. What you are pursuing is not the last sentence. What you are pursuing is the silence after the last sentence." That's what big writing is like to me. I fell silent and sighed while watching it, and my thoughts were mixed. After reading it, a bunch of thoughts popped up in my mind. I couldn't calm down for a long time, but it was difficult to organize them into accurate, clear and coherent language. Anyway, many of the things expressed in this short story are consistent with my heart. Let me think about what I was thinking about that night after reading it, the development of cities and technology, the invasion of electronic products into life, the loss of love, the distance between people, the denial of human existence, the huge and irresistible inertia of life... What remains unchanged day and night, is day and night. We are all being coerced to move forward, but we always make compromises when we are alive. There is the extremeness and cowardice of leaving, and there is the fear and courage of staying. In this article by Nana, I asked myself a somewhat sad question. If even love cannot make a person stay in this world, then what else can? Zhang Qi's words are deeply touching, but after all, I still think people save themselves, so I feel a little sad. Anyway, alas, I still hope Nana can be happy. It seems that the time of publishing this article is around three o'clock in the morning... It's a bit too much and incoherent. Actually, I want to express my love. Really, I feel that the author is writing things with heart, so as a reader, I feel that I should be a careful reader, at least worthy of the author's heart. Although I may sometimes express myself a little too far from the author, haha#^_^# Compared with the previous short stories, Nana's short story must have a much larger amount of information, with many details and subtle emotions, especially the group of people playing cards at the back (there are so many people that I read it twice)... Also I would have a similar feeling when Chu Yu suddenly burst into tears while holding a clothes hanger. For example, I was squatting on the ground and suddenly thought of something. And in front of me, Chu Yu was looking at his phone in the aisle and there were several red dots showing software updates. When I saw that paragraph, I suddenly wanted to laugh, and then I felt sad... Well, let's do this for now, best wishes to nana

I have always felt that this article is a bit like the prototype of "The God of Love", and it is still the original one, a very romantic little story! 😳 (And the party written by Na Ai is still brain-burning but interesting...)

A story as beautiful and touching as a movie. Thank you Nana for bringing such a good story. I love you!

If you are not happy, and I cannot make you happy, then I hope to hug you. Even if it cannot change your loneliness, I still want you to feel some kindness from strangers, even though it should be in vain in the end.

He saw Lao Lu asking Susan to hand over grapes, but he didn't know that Susan was allergic to grapes. They are obviously a couple but they don't know about these ordinary little things. Suddenly I feel like this is it, everyone is very lonely.

Life is just one game after another. You will get happiness in the game, but as the number of games you play increases, you will feel lonely and empty in the sameness. Because I have only been in love but never been married, I thought that the strange game of marriage could regain happiness and stability, but who knows whether this game will bring greater loneliness and emptiness.

I didn't even notice it was updated.

This feeling of loneliness is well written.

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Faceless people, alcohol, nicotine, the laughter of strangers, the death of strangers, happiness and unhappiness. . . Ah, delicious short story! Praise loneliness!