I fell asleep all afternoon, probably because of carsickness.
While eating delicious food, I suddenly thought of the list of delicious food recorded by Zhou Zuoren in his diary, so I chatted with Teacher L about the enlightened old man. The old man is really an inexhaustible ancient well with vivid moss and long green water. As I grow older, I am more and more afraid of his knowledge; Also, those masters of Chinese studies at the beginning of the 20th century ... originally, I chose a small hotel, and Teacher L was very polite and insisted on returning it, which made the lady who served tea quite angry. All I want is a civilian's stomach and high-quality conversation. Maybe it's the idea of the poor. Just help me change those expensive vegetables into books. The hotel I went to by car was so good that it was a little noisy. In order to get rid of the delicious Anhui cuisine, we must speak loudly. Always writing and writing, almost to the point of madness.
Teacher l doesn't read newspapers and magazines, but only dabbles in foreign masters and domestic academic books, which is quite shameful. The most learned are often the most disdainful of writing-the so-called words without deeds. They may be worried that we people will never arrive. Even our pain has become frivolous and worthless-the manifestation of our pain is nothing more than seeing our peers write three books in a row in one year, which makes them feel unbalanced. Still lost in the first level. Mr. Shen Lao once said: The world is wide, and people of all kinds are hard to meet. Waterfalls are made of water, and rivers are also made of water ... everything has its own place. Silence is the place where silence should be found. The ancients called it "following heaven". The eagle sings once in a while, but the sparrow chirps for a long time. The effect is different and easy to understand.
We sparrows who are chattering all day, what pain do we have in front of the eagle? They are always silent, silent and generous to others. During the period, Teacher L praised me at a loss, and I almost laughed, but I still held back. He may think that everyone is a river made of water. And now I am nothing, so I am ashamed.
Teacher l said: it is nothing for a person to write before the age of 30. If he can make it to the age of 60 ... I am extremely confident that he can make it to this age. Self-confidence is not due to ignorance, but to real assurance, at least I have no secular ideas. Teacher L is introverted, helpless and always flatters. As if I were the master.
In the scorching sun, we say thank you and goodbye-this is really a strange thing. I asked the provincial map and the specific locations of two second-hand book fairs respectively. In a few days, I'm going to make gas.
I don't think I have called home yet, so I should call one. However, think about it, the phone is connected, and there is nothing to say. There seems to be nothing to say except writing. Recently, some people are insane and can't rest for a moment after finishing their work. Their fingers must be placed on the keyboard and kept tapping ... I love such a calm day and I love such an upset day. The constant sound of cars outside the window makes people feel warm. And those seven-color neon lights, radiant and ambiguous-what a beautiful world, people's hearts are completely silent.
Sister Huang sent a big bag of books, newspapers and sample newspapers subscribed in a small town, which have been piled up there. Colleague Xiao S was curious, grabbed one, grabbed another, and studied the signature of the column for a long time, probably for a long time. He couldn't bear it any longer and said, is this your word? He still doesn't believe it. It took me dozens of minutes to sign it-even though my handwriting was always so embarrassing, what I wrote at that moment was still decent. Therefore, people have many faces.
I visited a pure literature forum and was suddenly moved by a netizen's post. He wrote in the main post: ..... Life self-control, forget it. Often the people who know us best are not relatives, confidants, lovers who never leave, but people who meet by chance. Even writing for them is worthwhile. Recently, great people have emerged one by one. He is here, she is there, and I am everywhere. I am grateful and give them love and understanding with endless words. ...