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    Earlier today, I summed up my mood and my own situation this month. After expressing my emotions, I scribbled a small poem - "The Landscape of This Moment":

    I am dying bit by bit,

    However, my survival instinct is lingering on my last breath,

    Persist or give up, the answer is already in the bottom of my heart,

    ?Life may continue eventually, but life has already been mottled and exhausted, and it is difficult to continue.

    What kind of unforgettable is this, and what kind of prologue is this,

    The fantasy is that the love is too real, and the heartbreaking sorrow and joy are staged in the real world,

    ?It turns out that life and separation are not necessarily a farewell, but it is more crying than a farewell,

    In this way, when everything returns to calm, the time of loving you is full of the meaning of my life,

    Please keep in mind that there was once a person who loved you like life.

    ? September 30, 2012, Sunday, Mid-Autumn Festival.

    I used to always feel like a drowning person falling into the water. I don't believe in God, but I know a story about a drowning person who believed in God:

    It is said that there is a person who believes in God, and he believes that no matter what kind of dangerous situation he is in, God will come to him.  So, he sailed to the middle of the sea, and knowing that he could not swim, he resolutely scuttled the boat and jumped into the sea, because he firmly believed that God would come to save him.  If you can't swim and jump into the sea, you can only have one result, which is drowning, but before drowning, you will definitely feel quite fear and pain, so you will instinctively call for help, and this person is no exception, because he believes in God.  So he came to rescue him because God heard his cry for help, so he shouted for help desperately. Sure enough, his voice attracted rescuers, but it was not God, but a fishing boat, and the fishermen threw the rope  , As a result, he pulled the rope to take a few breaths, and then gave up the good-hearted rescue of the fishermen, because he believed that God would definitely come to rescue him. In this way, he gave up the rescue of the three ships. Finally, the fish in the sky  A helicopter also saw him struggling for help in the sea, and hurriedly lowered the ladder to rescue him, but he still stubbornly refused because he believed that God would definitely come to rescue him, so did God come to rescue him in the end?  ?  The answer is: definitely not!  So, he ended up drowning.  However, the story didn¡¯t end here. The man who believed that God would come to save him died and went to heaven. He finally saw God, so he immediately asked God full of grievances: I believe in you so much,  Why don't you come and save me?  As a result, God smiled and said innocently: Did you make a mistake? I sent three ships and a helicopter to rescue you!

    I have been "in the water" for many years, always hoping that someone can take me ashore. I am also like the man who believes in God, and I believe that there will be someone who can take me ashore. I also missed many ships and many planes  , but luckily in the end, I met a clever "fisherman", she caught me, and I was very happy to be caught by her, because my wish finally came true, I can go ashore and be a down-to-earth fisherman.  Damn, if the script ended like this, I wouldn't talk so much nonsense, and I wouldn't have to scribble the sour poem at the beginning, and it would be impossible for me to find that I am farther away from the shore at this moment.

    Growth is a compulsory course for everyone. We are not eligible to skip it. No one is born mature. Lu Fangweng said it very well: what is done on paper is always superficial, but you must do it yourself.  Think about it, like a chrysalis in a cocoon, we have to ask ourselves to have some breakthroughs, but these breakthroughs definitely need to be suffered, and in many cases, after many, long and long sufferings, we still cannot transform.  For butterflies, form cocoons and refine them into silk.  This is such a difficult thing, I am afraid that few people understand it except ourselves.  However, as long as a life is alive, it must grow, otherwise it will be "eliminated".  However, being silently "eliminated" is not as good as "growth" with each passing day.

    Ten fingers lightly pass the wind and snow, what kind of state has it grown to?

    There are many kinds of butterflies, there are also many kinds of cocoons, and there are many kinds of silk, some are beautiful, some are ugly, some are elegant, some are rough, some are ordinary, some are precious, some are good, some are bad, some are  True, there are false ones.

    What kind of butterfly, what kind of cocoon, what kind of silk will we become?

    who knows?  Time will definitely tell us the answer, which is also an indisputable fact.

    This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, which is at this moment, is spent alone again, and it means more than one time. I can't count how many times. I always want to end this loneliness, but enjoy it in this loneliness.  Lively by myself.  Didn't Wang Mojie say that "alone in a foreign landStrange guest, miss relatives every festive season" Well, that is very appropriate, I am a stranger and I am thinking of relatives, but, as the master, I am really thinking of the person who is not a relative but wants her to be a relative  people.

    Ten fingers lightly pass the wind and snow, the initial setting is about 150,000 words, but after many years, after reorganization, it can be about 300,000 words, but now when the serialization is written, the number of words is not counted, this may be  Maybe that's why I "grew up".  Anyway, the plan at this stage is to finish setting up all the relevant content in September and complete the book by the end of October. However, since "the number of words is not counted when the serialization is written", then I will make one here  Guaranteed: by the end of October, the text will be over 300,000 characters, please supervise, but I won¡¯t upload so many, hee hee!

    I really hope that there is someone in my family who can urge me to write well every day. I pamper and raise her, and she takes good care of me.

    "My September" starring Uncle Zhang Guoli left a deep impression on my childhood. This film shows the new atmosphere of contemporary children, and reflects the pace of national self-improvement through their growth trajectory, and describes the  The growth experience and spiritual outlook of a generation - innocent childhood, unforgettable memory, stubborn and unyielding spirit.

    Similarly, my September, September of this year, at the beginning of the autumn of 2012, the golden age of 29, is naturally a harvest season, and this season should be the beginning of a bumper harvest in my life.  In the first episode of "Latent", Zuo Lan's "heartfelt words" to Yu Zecheng moved me for a long time.

    Yu Zecheng said to Zuo Lan a little shyly: I am thinking now, what kind of wedding ring to buy is best for you.

    Zuo Lan was sweet for a long time, smiled and took Yu Zecheng's hand, interlocked his fingers, and whispered movingly: I don't want to have gold in my hand, but I want someone in my heart.

    Ten fingers lighten the wind and snow, the interlocking of the "ten fingers" in this poem is the scenery of "the wind and snow" and "lightness" in my heart at this moment.

    ? On Sunday, September 30, 2012, during Mid-Autumn Festival (remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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