Tasted

It's really exciting to compile and publish what I've written here. A person who didn't even finish middle school wrote a book. I feel like I am tarnishing the 5,000-year-old Chinese culture. I have wandered through twenty-seven spring and autumn years. I don't remember much before I was thirteen years old. After I entered the society, I begged when I was hungry, picked up copper in the scrapyard, wore water shoes, wiped cars, and drove past small streets. I have set up a stall in a shop, I have been with Guan Gong, I have played knife, I have opened a company and I have bent over. I don't know how I survived. Countless setbacks and failures, countless times with nowhere to go, countless times of falling down, grinning with porcelain teeth to endure the pain, countless times of standing up hard, I don't know how I survived it. People, have you ever been troubled by the speed of time? Sometimes you really wish that time would go slower, or even turn back time. It's not that I'm afraid of growing old, or that I'm dying, but that time is passing away the age of my parents. I'm not afraid of failing again and again, and starting over again. I just want my parents to enjoy the prosperity of the city as soon as possible and the expectations of those who love me. Although God has hit me again, I still have not forgotten my dream. I resisted the bitterness of accepting possession and loss, relieved the pain after falling, and stood up and ran again. In fact, this is not a book at all, it is just my thoughts and experiences of traveling abroad over the years. There are tears, happiness, confusion, and love here. There is warmth in the world, and there is warmth in the world. Some are deceitful, some are honest and upright, some are talking nonsense, some are lying, and some are talking nonsense. If you happen to see me, an illiterate person, writing these uneducated words, just laugh at them and don't scold me, because scolding really cannot prove your elegance. My friend said that I look like nandina, which is very ornamental, but not suitable for being close to poisonous plants. I just went for it. He told me that it was sinful. After hearing this, I got home and drank two cans of Red Bull in anger. You can't just take things at face value... I can only say that you don't understand my kindness. The lotus comes from the sludge and is untainted by the sludge, but can it be nourished by the sludge? Being clean on the surface is of no use, but inside it is full of nutrients from sludge. I shout and shout every day, using my furious voice to accuse others of being bastards. There is only one reason to hide your dark side in this way, splitting yourself in half, half human and half ghost. There is nothing wrong with being half human and half ghost. Good lives in the left atrium and evil lives in the right atrium. Use the left atrium to treat good people, and use the right atrium to treat evil people. This book does not mean to persuade others. It is just my expression of my own feelings about dealing with people and the things I have experienced. It only represents my personal opinion. The beholder has different opinions and the wise have wisdom. The dragon in mid-air just shakes its head. It is hard to avoid happiness, joy and sorrow in this world. There are solitary visitors in the ruined temple in the middle of the mountain. The ghosts and monsters have no true feelings. Li Jun was born as a hero. How can a sharp sword kill people and ghosts? Blood sacrifices are made in the southeast and northwest. (Half-man, half-ghost Li Lidong) If you remember this name, you can use it as a talisman. If you chant it often, it can ward off evil spirits.