Of course, China didn't starve everywhere, but she starved to death.
In fact, she doesn't know what "public * * * knowledge life" is, but she is addicted to the sense of vanity given by the literary circle. From the beginning to the end, she was engaged in translation, sorting, and other chores, and did not engage in other creative work.
Judging from her usual blog posts, all of them are fragmented feelings in one or two sentences, and I don't see any literacy in humanities. My biggest hobby is reading comics and watching literary films. After reading them, I can't say anything good or bad, staying at the level of "great". It can be said that she does not have any basic ability to engage in the work of "public knowledge discussion".
So once she leaves the elephant guild, she has no way to support herself. But that experience has completely prevented her from doing any ordinary work.
Even if you run to Japan, there is no plan, and you can't count where you slip on the watermelon skin. I have no idea what to prepare for going to Japan, what to do and what to do for a living. She thought that it was China who hindered her development. In fact, this character is hard to survive anywhere on the earth.
In the end, I can only lie in the rental house and attribute all the suffering and injustice to that empty Da Die. Even her so-called "friends" have to say "the times failed her" in the eulogy. These friends, who were all invisible when she needed them, are only here to take advantage of her last value and make her into a useless bullet and shoot it at the empty Da Die. WeChat official account, who mourned her, also offered a reward and received a soft hand in collecting money, which was estimated to be enough for her to eat for several years.
In the whole thing, my only sympathy is her parents. They received the news of their death and directly refused to collect the body. Probably desperate for a long time.
Writing here is very emotional. I used to be a literary youth, but I grew tired of this kind of life. When I moved, I sorted out four or five sacks of various Sanlian New Weekly, and called an old man who collected waste products to let him take them all away. Later, I realized more and more that a person's value lies not in what he saw, said, used and liked, but in what he created for the society and brought to the people around him.
She couldn't understand the problem, so she finally died in a place where no one cared about her.