The War of Entertainment

The pit is very deep. Stretching your hand in front of your eyes, you can see the shimmer on the nails. You can hear your heartbeat by holding your breath. I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit at a 45-degree angle to the sky.            Everyone is telling the new light. I think it neither belongs to today nor to tomorrow. It only appears when it should appear and stays where it should stay. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me, "Yes" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always climb from the bottom of one pit to another like this. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breath?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired and wanted to rest at the bottom of the pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead you will fall into. I looked up at the way she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step, feeling numb, tired and struggling.  So some people went out and some came in again. "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the pit."                                         So I crawled. I was still at the bottom of the pit. Climbing on my hands and knees was really not a pleasant posture. But while crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit. I looked at every place over and over again. I chewed every word over and over like a chewing cow I had forgotten the original taste. Tao, what I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish that raises its head and keeps eating, never stopping, until the day the food suffocates me to death. But I use it more. It is the posture of "squatting", which is soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. It is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there are creatures called birds in the sky. They come. To be free, never to be restrained, their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will never learn the "squatting" movement. Maybe one day you will encounter squatting. I am like this at the bottom of the pit, looking up to the sky and crying. Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with my long hair and nails falling off, crawling towards you step by step. Br> My hand goes through your black hair, my resentment goes through your network cable. Do you know who I am? I am the reader who fell to death in your pit!

There is a small problem. The story of Bao Shiyi is very famous. If it were a true story, there should be no such thing in this world. There are also various stories written by Bao Shiyi in A Speck of Dust. Some of the copywriters will find that they are the same. It would be embarrassing if they copied a certain article before. .

Later, you must write it well!

Are you really willing to let your Bao Shiyi be ruined by Zhuang Yu... Big? Please... Don't do this...

I just stayed up late to read "The Conscience of Entertainment", which is the first novel I've spent money to read. I cried so much that the writing, content, outlook, and the protagonist's mentality change are all great. It's just too sad. When I read the new book that Bao Shiyi finally talked about, I was still debating whether to read it, for fear of being too sad... But it turned out that I was overthinking... This book is just like a eunuch... 🙂

I just want to beg the author to stop writing emotional dramas. The setting of the article clearly struck me as cute. As a result, when it comes to emotional scenes, it poisons everyone to death. Forget about getting a divorce, it's okay. The emotional drama in Entertainment's Conscience is really poisonous. Please stop writing emotional dramas. How wonderful it is without a female protagonist.

After watching the movie "I'm Not the God of Medicine", there are only two words in my mind: "It's rare", it's too rare; it's hard for drug sellers, it's hard for doctors; it's hard for police, it's hard for patients; in this fucked-up world, it's too hard without money; in this indifferent world, it's hard to have feelings. Zhang Changlin, who sold counterfeit medicine, did not confess to Cheng Yong, which can be regarded as his final redemption of humanity. The most ironic thing is what Zhang Changlin said when the guards were being tortured: "You said I sold fake medicines and harmed people? I saved maybe 500 people this year, if not 1,000." After saying this, he laughed loudly, but the guards had no words to refute. It was really ironic, hahaha. Huang Mao finally discovered the police in advance and ran all the way back. Brother Yong asked him what was wrong. He held it in for a long time and then said three words, which made him happy. Then he drove out and hit the police at gunpoint. It was really amazing. He knew that he would be fine if he was caught. Brother Yong was caught, and the others would be dead. Huang Mao shaved his head but could not return home. He liked Huang Mao very much. He lived like a dog, but he was as arrogant as a lone wolf. At the last moment before being caught, Cheng Yong blocked the police with his car and asked the patient to run away with the medicine. Cheng Yong himself is a very philistine image of a small citizen. In the beginning, he did not use goodwill as the purpose of initiating such actions. Instead, he was practical and down-to-earth. His life was not easy. If he had started with great love as the starting point, his character image would have seemed thin. At first, he only used this as an excuse. His retreat, selfishness, and self-preservation in the middle made the character setting become ordinary and real. It seems even more ordinary and great later. In ancient times, pharmacies would hang a couplet: I hope that people in the world will not be sick, and I would rather put medicine on the shelf to make people fall into the dust. Hengpi: Peace in the world. Nowadays, pharmacies will hang a big banner: buy ten and get five for free, buy more and get more, and buy 128 yuan or more and get 10 eggs for free The sky-high price of drugs is not fake, but the billions of investments made by pharmaceutical companies to develop a life-saving drug are not fake either. It is true that Indian drugs are imitated, but after taking into account the research and development costs, it is also true that low-cost generic drugs can cure diseases and save lives. It's true that Cheng Yong smuggled and sold drugs, but it's also true that he didn't make a penny and was just trying to save lives. A 500-bottle medicine can be sold as much as you want, but pharmaceutical companies cannot make back the cost. Who will study more incurable diseases? I don't have an answer in my mind about who is benefiting. When I was young, I was full of fantasy about science. When I grow up, I can become a hero by becoming a scientist. This idea has slowly shaken. Over the past eighteen years, I have seen all kinds of people. I have experienced the warmth and happiness at home, the loneliness of living on the streets at night, I have seen poor people who have no medical treatment, and there are also companions who have no worries about food and clothing. I have experienced the ups and downs of human relationships, and I have also gone through the joys and sorrows of living. I gradually understood that everyone is looking for money. Except for a few people, dreams are still dreams after all.

Since the anti-plagiarism system came out, I feel like books have changed a lot, and I feel like a global movie star is experiencing a copy. .

The arrival of the latest chapter of the original version makes people look forward to what will happen to the "original version" they filmed when the real classic original version comes? However, authors and film and television works can be uploaded directly, but what about literary works? Some people copied it verbatim!

I have four years left to graduate. I wonder if this book will be finished before I graduate.