Short Story Collection

Sister Niu, I am so afraid of death. Your words have accompanied me in my youth. Can you write a book that makes me not afraid of death? Recently, I have always been thinking about being afraid of death, fear of losing consciousness and falling into eternal darkness.

Dear peers, who can prove that our lives have gone through this way?

In the past two days, I have been reading Madam Niu's articles like crazy, from Old Ghost to Precognition, from Broken Wings to Le Yi, and I haven't read the beginning yet. Maybe I don't have the right to speak if I haven't read it, but I just couldn't help it. I want to say that Mrs. Niu is a writer. The word writer may no longer be sacred in the minds of many people, and it may even be overshadowed by certain actions of some people. Let's put aside these things and just explain the word writer. It is nothing more than a person who is more outstanding and top-notch among those who write. If this is the explanation, then I would like to say that Mrs. Niu is worthy of being a writer. After all, many people are just authors. Sister Niu, maybe you will deny this statement or be self-effacing, oh no way, actually I don't want to evaluate you like this because I can't find a more appropriate word. Why do I have such comments or thoughts? Because I think most authors write about love, and only about love. However, Sister Niu writes about human nature, and finally returns to love. The story constantly discusses the expression and dedication of family affection, the reliance and support of friendship, and the choices and dependence of love. Every character in Niu Sao's works is thinking every day, who am I, what do I need, why am I here, what can I do for whom here, what is the meaning of my existence in the world... It seems that through these endless thoughts and interesting life, I can see Niu Sao's heart that is constantly worrying and thinking. I have to admit that the characters written by Niu Sao have somewhat the same personalities, and the experiences of the characters in her works are also roughly the same: a childhood when they are not taken seriously, a sad or weird childhood, a boyhood where they think about themselves, mature and struggle to survive, a youth where friendship and love gradually mature and stand tall in the world... The ending is not important, what is important is that through the experiences of the protagonists and the stories they have experienced, we constantly accompany the author to think about life issues that may never be answered by humans. Fortunately, the author has a magical pen. She integrates this thought that many people think is troublesome into the story, so that you are not so tired after reading it, and you are still willing to read on. Yes, Sister-in-law, I think you did it. The protagonists in Niu Sao's works also have unique personalities and the capital that allows them to do so. I don't like to look for the author's shadow in the experiences and personalities of the characters in the works, but I believe that the indifferent temperament of the protagonists and their desire-free spiritual world must be what the author appreciates and pursues. Maybe this world does not allow such people to exist, maybe this world has difficulty understanding the existence of such people. It is conceivable that their loneliness makes them happy, but we look at them and envy them, but we are only envious. But who knows, are they also envious of us? Speaking of envy, I think of myself. I have been at a fork in my life recently. I face many choices every day, and my choices change every day. Moreover, I am always envious of some people and things, and envious of some people and things. This makes me very uneasy, because what occupies my envious and jealous heart are things under the aperture. Those things that I longed for before are gradually fading away as I grow up and face the new world in front of me. In fact, this is understandable. People are greedy animals and want everything, whether inside or outside the wall. What I can do now is to pursue those apertures. After all, that is the most realistic thing, something that can reassure my parents who have raised me for many years, and something that I will not regret decades later. People are not only greedy, but also short-sighted. No one can predict what the future will bring. And kindly tells us that being predictable is not necessarily a good thing. A lot of fun in life will be gone, just like a game with customs clearance and cheating devices installed, making the game meaningless. So what I can do is to move forward according to the guidance of my heart as much as I can, without thinking about the outcome, but I can read Sister Niu's words on the way and feel the refreshing and refreshing feeling in the fat feast.

I don't know why, but I feel emotional after reading many long articles... I am also a girl born in the 90s. I have done the same thing as your daughter. First, I refused my mother's service to take a bath, chased stars, and all kinds of things in common... Maybe this is the inevitable outcome brought about by age and the society of this era... A few years ago, when I was still in junior high school, I watched my parents like this every day. At that time, they were always getting angry with them and disobedient, but they tolerated it, not even tolerant, they just listened calmly, as if I was praising them. I didn't understand it at the time, but now I suddenly understand. Maybe as I grow older, I will naturally understand some truths... At that time, I kept a diary, writing about which boy I liked, who was happy talking to me, which girl told me who I liked, and left them all in the diary. My mother has never been the best listener for this kind of first love that is not a relationship. But then I was bullied, and the boy I liked confessed to me and then said goodbye to another girl. I couldn't hold so many things in my heart, so I finally told my mother everything. Then I realized that my mother is actually the best listener. She can give me the best advice... But it was only later that I found out that my mother stole my diary and read all of it. I really couldn't get angry even if I wanted to... Later, before I entered high school, I went abroad. I was surrounded by a group of new friends and without my parents. At first, it was all a novelty. The excitement of being unattended lasted for a week, and then it was all gone... The school had not started abroad at that time. I had to cry every day, and then I called my mother and continued to cry. Little by little, I understood that my parents are so important to me. It is no longer just a matter of taking care of me. With them by my side, I feel a sense of belonging. When I think of the very common saying "home is where my mother is", although many people say it, it is always correct... Now that I read Mrs. Niu's article, I really understand what my mother and father think... My mother also told me, "If you become confused when you get old, you should live in a nursing home, or just leave." At that time, she joked with them, "You can also go to a nursing home if you are sane haha," but we all know that it will never happen : D Haha, in fact, Sister-in-law Niu, it's better to let go. I feel like your daughter will be fine. Sometimes it feels like the more you let go, the closer the relationship becomes. Just like me, after leaving home, I really understand that the only people in the world who truly love and care about me are my parents. :)

Writing style, writing style, please make me look up to the sky and sigh sadly~ Sister-in-law Niu, how did you develop your writing style? Ah, ah ah. The child who can never pass the essay is humbly asking for advice...

I had the urge to call my mother and ask. . . Back then, how did she and my dad react to my first love? . . .

My eyes were wet when I saw it. It was really a sad thing to remember. Only I can remember it. How can I face that gap after a long time?

My daughter is also twelve years old this year, and she is also worried about everything. She is afraid that she will be ignorant, get hurt, and suffer a loss. Oops.

I like it so much. I wish you good health and all the best for your family.

The author's aunt is about the same age as my mother, so I can probably understand some of what you are thinking. Speaking of which, the time must have been wonderful at that time. It was so beautiful that we children in the technological age cannot imagine it. I really like adults to share with me things about their childhood. Thanks, I hope the author writes more articles like this. Finally, I affectionately call you, Auntie Niu!