The dramatization of life is unhealthy. People like us, who grew up in an urban culture, always see the picture of the sea first, and then see the sea;Read about love first, then know love;Our experience of life is often second-round, with the help of artificial drama, so it is difficult to draw a line between life and the dramatization of life. The more anxious I became, the more I felt that the days were too long. The day by day of childhood, warm and slow, just like the sun basking on the pink velvet inside the old cotton shoes. To be able to love someone to the point of asking him for pocket money is a rigorous test. I've been a self-reliant citizen for the past year. Regarding professional women, Su Qing said something like this: "I see for myself, everything in the room, even a nail, is also bought by myself." But what's the joy of that?This is a wise saying, and I have to revisit it a few times before I feel the desolation in it. There's so much money that you don't need to think about it;There is no money at all, and there is no need to think about it. My restrained bitterness belongs to the petty bourgeoisie. Every time I see the words "Little Citizen", I think of myself crampedly, as if I was wearing such a red silk note on my chest. 
The car of the times is moving forward with a bang. We sat in the car, passing by a few familiar streets, but we were also thrilled by the firelight. It's a pity that we are too busy looking for our own shadow in the window of a fleeting shop—we see only our own face, pale and small;Our selfishness and emptiness, our shameless stupidity—everyone is like us, yet each of us is alone. My mother blamed me for not keeping the bill as a souvenir, but I wasn't as emotional as she was. For me, money is money, and I can buy all kinds of things I want. There was a time when I lived under my stepmother, and I picked up her leftover clothes to wear, and I could never forget a thin cotton robe of dark red, the color of ground beef, and I couldn't wear it endlessly, as if I had chilblains all over my body;Winter has passed, and there are still scars of chilblains—such hatred and shame. When it comes to the granting and receiving of happiness, there is no need to care. What's the competition?——The long is the tribulation, and the short is the life. I would like to keep my vulgar name, and as a warning to myself, to try to get rid of the habit of chewing on words and words of the average literate person, and to find a practical life in the wood, rice, oil, salt, soap, water, and the sun. 
China is a country of writing. The emperor changed the yuan when things didn't go his way, hoping that next year's national fortunes would gradually improve. It was originally the twelfth year of Yuanwu, but it was renamed the first year of Daqing, and the unfortunate days of the past came to an end. Excessive trust in words is our characteristic. I'd love to find a job at the beef farm, sit in front of the computer and collect money. It is a spiritual sanatorium with fresh air. It's not okay to think too much about everything. If you want to do something, you can do it immediately, but it's too late. "People" is the most uncertain thing. Without habit, there is no desire. My mother was a noble person, and when she had money, she never mentioned it, and even later when she was forced to do so, she took it very lightly. This spotless attitude disgusted me and provoked me to go to the other side. Therefore, as soon as I learned the term "money worship", I insisted that I was a money worshipper. 
As for most of our students, our attitude towards war can be likened to sitting on a hard bench and dozing, and although it is uncomfortable and complaining endlessly, it falls asleep. If there is a smell in this thing, it is the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like the happiness of remembering, sweet and melancholy, like the sorrow of forgetting.