Keep Walking Until the Lights Shine Bright

I came across this video of a girl on my girlfriend: "Today I was helping a Chinese boy give directions in Central. During the conversation, he asked me whether he was local or Chinese because his English was so good. I said neither, I am from mainland China. His 10-year-old flew from Boston alone. Watch horse racing in Hong Kong. When I was 10 years old, I was picking wheat ears in the salt-alkali land of the old Yellow River. My fate was like a gyre island. Ten years later, I was escorted to SISU and came to Hong Kong. Our starting point was different and our ending point was different, but the wind of Victoria Harbor was blowing on us at the same time." Thinking of myself. The kapok in Hong Kong and the wheat fields in my hometown, the wind blew from all directions at this moment to my hair.

After reading it, I used to feel that no one in the world had a similar stubborn character to me. When everyone was happy, I would feel clumsy that I was meaningless and just wanted to shrink into a corner. After reading your words, I seem to see a certain part of myself.

Your friend is right, people cannot show their vulnerability easily. Good people will feel sorry for you, but there are also bad people who will use this to attack you.

In fact, I always thought before: Don't live a life like my mother's. But didn't I watch Ku Jin Gan to Meet You recently? In short, her life seems to be like this because of me. Her life seems to be beyond her choice. Her life seems to be her optimal solution. She has such thoughts... When she thinks about not wanting to live a life like her mother, she feels even more guilty.

I used to like reading literary books the most. After reading your essays, I felt that your writing was so charming, as if it could convey all your small emotions, and I wanted to imitate you. But I couldn't write it no matter how I wrote it, so I had to make it up. I really can't write it down. I wonder why your life seems so colorful and colorful. You can write about anything, but mine is as dry as a running diary. I even thought that maybe junior high school was too boring. It would be nice to go to high school. The high schools in the novel are all very exciting. As a result, after high school, I was still the same as before. I still didn't have a wonderful life and couldn't write wonderful words, so I gave up writing essays. Until later, I went out with a friend I had finally met once. I was sitting in the back seat of an electric car. The wind was very strong that night and the sunset was beautiful. We sang songs and blew in the wind, carrying a big bag of snacks in our hands and wandering around aimlessly. She said that she really had a great time today, was very happy, and was as happy as what was written in a novel. At that time, I was thinking that I watched the sunset every day and the wind blew every day. When I was in junior high school, I often went home with this friend. Why don't I usually feel happy, but now it explodes into my life like a firework? It feels like my ordinary life has been exploded into something different. Later, I thought about it and accepted the dullness of life. Maybe it is just because I have experienced too much, but it is undeniable that it is still wonderful.

It's okay baby. If you don't want to update it, just don't update it yet. We can use this place as a tree hole and write down any happy or sad things that come to mind. What does the mourning text matter? As long as it's what you want to write, that's fine. 💪 [Spread flowers] [Red hearts] [Compare hearts]

Making decisions that harm the rights of others is called selfishness. It's like ordering food when five people are dining together. Everyone has the right to order. It would be selfish if one person orders all the things he wants to eat and others don't. But some people will say that you are selfish even if you have not harmed their rights and they have not been satisfied. But in fact, you are not. It is him who is selfish.

You can share your daily life or recommend some books!!! Sometimes it is really difficult to tell others about yourself. (Hug)

It's true. I have written a lot about my vulnerabilities. It will hurt you the most if others know how to attack you. Live a good life and move forward in stride.

Although I feel a little regretful that it is no longer updated, it is enough to get to know another person who is slightly similar to myself through writing, to have a glimpse of her soul, and to seem to be seeing myself. I really like your opinions and insights on life. Every step of the way seems long, but it is also profound. Although your words do not have a direct impact on the soul, they will make people sigh for a long time after reading them. I have always felt that you are a very different novelist because your writing has warmth. You do not simply narrate the story between the male and female protagonists, but use your own life and insights to add vitality to your story or the story of the male and female protagonists. I like your essays, your words, and you very much.