I transmigrated into a fairy and am doing my best to enjoy life in another world.
A note from the author:
People say you only appreciate your parents once you have children. I say you only realize how hard it is to save up words once you start writing.
People say, “Do not do unto others what you would not want done to yourself.” I say, “Do not wish upon others what you would not do yourself.”
A little note from Xiangxiang about what I hope for from readers. Ahem (clears throat): First, please rate and leave a comment if you read my story. Second, if you don’t want to rate it, a comment is fine too. Third, flowers or bricks are both welcome (I may not be good at writing, but maybe I could be a building materials supplier). Fourth, if none of that works, silent reading is fine too. I’m not demanding that you comment, rate, or bookmark, but if it’s easy for you to type, please leave a suggestion or a little paw print.
Also, Xiangxiang solemnly promises to reply to every comment.
Rating? Comment? Bookmark? Thanks for stopping by! Bows, and exits.
Latest announcement: I’m really sorry, everyone. I have to stop updating. It’ll probably be for about two years.
My dear husband has given me an ultimatum. Starting this month, I have to study for the USMLE (United States Medical Licensing Examination). The books and study materials are ready; all that’s missing is me, the person taking the exam. The plan is to spend a year on Step 1, the basic sciences, six to nine months passing Step 2, the clinical sciences, then three months on clinical skills. If I pass them all, I can take a few months off.
Well, this is one step in the family development plan my husband came up with. I can’t put up a stubborn fight, so I’ll just go along with it. Sob~~ I so wanted to be a little wife who just stayed home, but my husband insists on turning me into a career woman. As he puts it, “It’d be a waste not to make use of such good material.”
I was the first to buckle under the pressure and break my promise. Everyone, you can all give me the cold shoulder; I won’t talk back. I expect all my bookmarks to be gone tomorrow, and everyone may not even bother throwing bricks at me anymore.
I’ll continue writing after I’m done with the exams. I’ve already written quite a lot, and I really can’t bear to give it up.
Hugging everyone once again, and thank you for your support. Xiangxiang bows at a 90-degree angle, then exits.
6/5/2010
It's very beautiful, but it's a pity that an update is far away.
The pit is deep.
Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails.
Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat.
So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky.
Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze.
So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner.
"Are you new here?" Someone asked me.
"Yes!"
"You looked good climbing down!"
I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled.
"Climb out together and take a breath?"
She invited me like this.
"No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit.
There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"Is it comfortable to squat?"
"My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!"
"Lie down!"
"Are you going out too?"
"Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!"
You see, people can never give up hope.
So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole.
Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word.
I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living.
Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind;
Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am?
Please reprint.
[Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
Hey, my dear, do your best for the exam and see you in two years. = I wonder if you will see my message. . .
It's not easy to wait for you to write another chapter.
Sahua~~~zhichi
Dada, jiayou~~~sahua
Damn, waiting for your update
Dada, jiayou sahua
Hey-hey. . Here we go again. . Not bad. Updated. . . So delicious
It's very beautiful, but it's a pity that an update is far away.
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
Hey, my dear, do your best for the exam and see you in two years. = I wonder if you will see my message. . .
It's not easy to wait for you to write another chapter.
Sahua~~~zhichi
Dada, jiayou~~~sahua
Damn, waiting for your update
Dada, jiayou sahua
Hey-hey. . Here we go again. . Not bad. Updated. . . So delicious
Dada, come on~~~Spread flowers~~~Support