Wen | still water deep current
Sometimes I like to be alone, and I like to hear the sound of a needle landing quietly.
I don't like impetuousness, I don't like to be noisy, I don't like to laugh insincerely.
I like to think quietly and away from the hustle and bustle.
But sometimes I like the stage, even the stage of one person. Like to hold up the whole stage alone. Even if there are hundreds of millions of spectators below, I am not afraid on the stage, because I am following my heart and wandering.
But the stage is short-lived. I get tired of it after a long time.
I still prefer a person. Like being alone in a room, making tea, and listening to the sound of water boiling. Or do nothing and listen to voices from deep within.
I like to be alone, hiding in a corner, even covered in mud, even barefoot on the ground, feeling the smell of mud.
I also like to catch a market, preferably a large market in the remote countryside, where it is best not to have a single acquaintance. In a place where no one knew me, weaving through the hustle and bustle of the crowds, I could chat with the vendors who were setting up stalls, or flip through the stuff on their stalls to see if they were new or bargain until there were no friends. They don't know me, so I can enjoy the sense of accomplishment of bargaining very openly. It was a joy.
Of course, seeing people whose lives are bad, I will secretly give them things. In my limited capacity, I also don't want others to know. I could bargain for a thousand dollars to five hundred, and I could eat two fewer eggs for those who needed them.
I think that nothing contradicts. I'm like a kite, I like the sky and go out for a while; if I don't like it, I take it back and rest quietly.
Sometimes I want to go to sleep, and suddenly I think that I haven't written something today, so I look through the photo album to see if there are any photos taken with me, and then I pull out a picture with a few lines, or a poem, and after I publish it casually, there is a kind of peasant harvest joy, and then I can sleep peacefully.
I love being in charge of my work. For example, in the WeChat public account, I used my mobile phone to write on the screen, and I sent it casually, and it was immediately available. People all over the world can see my work instantly, which is also the driving force behind me to occasionally write something small before going to bed.
I like silence and sometimes don't like to talk. I can even go a month without saying a word. But I'm not lonely. Not at all.
I'm also very talkative, and I can talk non-stop all day if I need to. You can even get out of the manuscript, or you don't need to make any preparations in advance, you can talk and laugh for a day, two days, or even three days.
But I prefer to be alone and not to speak. A man stood still. With wide eyes. I don't think the look in my eyes is dazed, because my brain is very active.
My brain loves to make up stories, and there are often several people acting in it. When I was driving, I was distracted, and after several times and three violations, I was painfully determined: it was because my brain loved to make up stories. And uncontrollable. What he saw on the road would be made up, and even a dog would give him a love story. I'm upset about this because it discourages me from driving casually.
I found myself to be a synthesis of contradictions. But many times it does work logically, and it does not seem to be contradictory.
Today these words are the result of filling regrets before going to bed, well, not writing, the doctor said that you can't stay up late, it's time to rest.
I find it interesting. Yes, that's interesting.
On January 10, 2022, at 24:50 at 24:50, he lived in Daixia Snail House 1.
About author:Still Water Deep Flow, Member of China Financial Writers Association, Director of Shandong Financial Writers Association, Vice President of Tree Trace Literature Society, Director of Shandong Financial Literature, Member of Shandong Prose Literature Society, Member of Shandong Poetry Society, Member of Tai'an Writers Association, First Vice Chairman of Feicheng Writers Association. Entered the Qilu Evening News Qilu Yidian [Taiyue Financial Literature], the original author of the WeChat public platform [Muzi Li Xiaosi], and the high-quality author in the field of literature certified by the Us article number [Still Water Deep Stream 666]. At present, there are more than 1,000 works scattered in various print and online media. Some of his works are included in books such as "Selected Essays of Shandong", "Song of Silver Sea Sails", and "Eighteen Trees in the Vast Wilderness". His ancestral home is Pingyin, Shandong, and he now lives at the foot of the majestic Mount Tai.