I once had a dog, and unlike the countryside, you can keep the dog outside. I didn't want to make a mess of my house, so I had to shut it up on the open-air balcony. Then the dog howled madly all day and all night, and as soon as he carried it into the house, he began to and pee. I thought he was mentally ill and took him to the pet hospital, and the doctor said the dog was going to slip away and would go crazy if its energy could not be released. Later, I sent the dog to my hometown in the countryside, and sure enough, it returned to normal.
Man is also an animal, and man's enthusiasm also needs to be released. If the enthusiasm is not released, it will fall into depression. After mental depression, the body will also lose vitality and just want to lie down every day. Over time, the body indicators will be abnormal, and "accumulation of depression" is this truth. Since I went to the road of "creation", my physical condition has also improved, but "creation" is a particularly brain-consuming thing, and several deep wrinkles are locked out between our eyebrows. Inspiration requires inspiration, and inspiration is a thing that relies heavily on quiet environments, so I try to sleep during the day and write at night. Gradually, I became a night owl, sleepy as soon as the sun came out, and energetic as soon as it got dark.
In the beginning, I had to wait for inspiration to come, and then I found the trick and I could improvise. Speaking of writing skills, in fact, it is very simple, master 2 points on the line: the first point is empathy, that is, the feelings you express are the common feelings of human beings, these feelings should be described in a popular and abstract way, such as maternal love and affection, nostalgia, etc., and the things used for analogies should be popularly visible, such as red lanterns and chimneys; the second point is gorgeous rhetoric, when expressing some beautiful and noble things, try to distinguish them from what we are popularly visible, with some words and things that are not common. Some people say that the poet must know at least 24 flowers and plants, because it is not common, so it is advanced, in order to distinguish between yangchun white snow and lower riba people.
In addition to writing skills, I also cover a wide range of content topics. There are daily life, there are human feelings, there are natural beauty, there are also historical and humanistic. In short, what point of view I want to express, as long as the text is slightly wrapped, it can be turned into a poem. For example, once about the company's collective salary increase, I wrote in an internal forum: "We are gathered together because of faith, but now bread is unsustainable!" Another time Lao Wang and his wife quarreled, and their faces were still colored, and I wrote: "Smash it!" The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come; fight it! The wound is in my body, and the pain is in your heart. "As I worked more and more, I gradually achieved a little bit. Of course, you can't use your real name to post in a company forum, I need a vest. I thought to myself, since I have lost hope in this life (Wu Wangsheng), it will be called "the next life"!
"Afterlife" in the forum is getting more and more famous, and gradually gave birth to an Internet celebrity poet, each post has hundreds of comments, some people say that my things are too negative, some people say that my things directly hit human nature, the two sides of you come and go, and even a scolding war. But I don't care, there is controversy to think, for me the more controversy the better. Later, I sorted out several works with many reviews and submitted them to provincial journals, and since I was accidentally selected, I also earned 2,000 oceans. I was smug that I would become a writer and make a living by writing. However, people are afraid of being famous pigs and afraid of being strong, and finally my reputation caused trouble, and my leader checked my work number through the background, and then conducted a profound ideological education for me.
"Wangsheng, what you posted in the forum is very thoughtful and talented. But you have to take into account that the company is a place to work, and it can't affect the enthusiasm of employees too much. Like you said what 'live for life, life is for life', 'the meaning of life is meaningless' these things are very negative, the organization thinks that you do not meet the company's values, I hope you can correct it in the future, put your mind into the work, otherwise you can only ask you to find another high. "The leader praised my talent while sealing me in the name of the organization. It was like saying I was a gardener, but they needed a cook.
"Leader, I wasn't like this when I first came!" I remembered that when I first came, I was placed in this position of "Bow Ma Wen", I worked for 2 years, and now I just write and write things and I have to be silenced, and I quarreled with the leader in a huff.
"Isn't that a good job!" Don't do anything, usually there is more free time, many people want to do it without a chance. "The leader continued to educate me in a strange tone, he told me that young people can not be dissatisfied, the bench should sit cold for ten years, do the current things well, the opportunity will come naturally." Then the leader changed his tone and told me that this was the decision of the organization and asked me not to have personal emotions.
"You're right, but I don't think my life should be like this!" I tried to explain to the leader that in ancient times there was a punishment called "dripping water punishment", that is, tying a person to a wooden board and dripping water on his forehead, after a period of time, the person would have a mental breakdown, which was like purgatory. I regarded purgatory as an exercise in life, from which I thought about the meaning of life, but I was brought out as a counter-revolutionary case. "You forced me to become like this!" I let out a roaring sound in my heart.
Eventually I quit my job and began writing full-time. During that time, I didn't go out of the door and wrote some messy things in the house all day. Later, the little couple next door moved away because of a change of job, and I was left alone in the whole house, and at night the house was even more frighteningly quiet. I love the feeling of darkness and stillness, where space is infinitely extended, and I'm naked, imagining myself walking into an infinite prairie or a dense forest, surrounded by unpredictable things, and I might fall into a tree hole or roll down a hillside at any moment. I often write in the dead of night, turning the light of the desk lamp to the darkest, just enough to reach the place where the keyboard fingers are tapping, standing up and stretching out when I am tired, looking back at the darkness all around, and then sitting back in the chair as if held down by a soft force.
I often stay up late, so I get up late during the day. One day in my sleep, I dreamed that when I was a child, I was catching fish in the river with my friends, and the river water did not reach my waist. I felt a large blue fish swimming around me, passing between my legs, slippery scales touching my skin, but when I went down to catch it, there was nothing. I wanted to call my friends to grab them together, but I couldn't make a sound when I opened my mouth. Just like this a few times back and forth, I was in a hurry, and I plunged into the water to see what was going on...
When I woke up, I saw my sister sitting on the edge of my bed, scratching my leg with something woolly in her hand. She wears a short yellow T-shirt on her upper body, and her navel is very round and cute, like a small mouth. Her underside was wearing a pair of skinny 7-point jeans that were buttoned just below her navel and were elastic and fitting, neither broken nor leaking a single slit.
"Sister Fang, how did you get here?" Oh, look at my memory, it's time to pay the rent. Sorry, I forgot about it lately. "In a hurry, I found myself naked and wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, so I quickly went to find pants to put on.
"Panic, my sister is a person who has come over, I haven't seen anything, and I'm shy..." Looking at my panicked look, she covered her mouth and smiled. I had just knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered, so I thought there was no one inside, and came in to see the house. She changed the position of Erlang's legs, revealing her slender white calves, and wearing a pair of small yellow flat leather shoes on her feet.
"Not shy, after all, I am a lonely man and a widow, I look bad." I forcibly explained my panic, carrying my pants in one hand and rummaging through my wallet in the drawer with the other. However, I found that there was only 1,000 yuan in the wallet, and the contract was written as "one to pay three", which was only enough for 1 month's rent, there was no job at present, the novel in my hand had not been written, and I could not get the fee. "Sister, I've been a little nervous lately, pay a month's rent first, and then make it up next month. I stood silly with my wallet in my hand.
"It's all right, just a few hundred bucks. You talk to me, I haven't spoken to anyone for a long time, and I feel like people are going crazy. "Sister Fang patted the edge of the bed while talking, signaling me to go to the bedside." My husband went on a business trip to the United States again last month, this time to go for a year, do you say this is a human life? ”
"Thank you sister, if you want to find someone to talk to you can always find me, I don't have anything else, there is a lot of time." Eating people's mouths are short, taking people softly, she let me on the rent, and I have no reason not to say something good. "Sister Fang, your dress is still very good-looking, very in line with your temperament, looks like a college student." I looked at her again, and only this yellow open navel T-shirt attracted attention, and along the yellow you could see the round navel, and further down you could see the sexy little buttocks. I swallowed involuntarily.
"Do you also think this dress looks good?" It cost me 2,000 yuan, how comfortable it is for you to touch this material. "She seemed to see my salivating and grabbed my hand to touch her dress." How about this material? Is it comfortable? She asked me as she let me touch it.
I panicked, and I understood exactly what she meant. At this point, I had two choices, one was to withdraw my hand and find an excuse to send her away, so that I might be evicted by her because I could not pay the rent; the second option was to act more boldly according to her wishes. "The material is very comfortable, and my sister's vision is really good!" My mind was racing, spinning, or not thinking about anything, blank.
"Touch here, more comfortable!" She put my hand on her chest, she had calculated my psychology and would not give me any chance to resist, and I was completely irrational as she expected.
Since then, The sister will come every three to five minutes to "collect the rent", and sometimes bring me some delicious food, and there will be no new tenants in the vacated room next to it. In this way, in this big empty house, in addition to writing, I have another important thing, and my life is because of one more important person entering another life.
In the spring of 2016, Yang Zhaohui got married, and he asked us all to drink happy wine. By this time, he had returned to Nanjing from the China University of Political Science and Law and entered the party affairs office. His girlfriend, Shangguan Yu'er, is his graduate student classmate, works in the judicial system, she is one meter seven tall, wearing high heels a little taller than Yang Zhaohui. As soon as we met, Shangguan Yu'er came over to shake hands with us, appearing warm and generous, but Yang Zhaohui looked a little rusty because he hadn't seen him for a long time. The wedding banquet was held in a five-star hotel, there were not many people on the scene, that is, more than a dozen tables, and no one brought any generous gifts, and all the gifts were small boxes. They greeted Yang Zhaohui's elder brother-in-law and shouted at each other what kind of "bureau chief" and "mayor" or something. You Penglai and I had never seen this scene before, and could only sit at a table in the corner, with some children and female relatives at the same table. The children were running around on the ground, and the women were chasing the children, so it was just the two of us sitting on the table.
"What do you think Yang Zhaohui's old father-in-law is, I think he must be a director!" You Penglai whispered.
"Are you funny?" I guess it's at least a departmental-level cadre. You don't look at the small number of people coming today, often the fewer people, the more low-key, the higher the status. Can we come in and estimate that Yang Zhaohui did not use his brain less, did you not see that his parents did not come? Definitely inconvenient to come. "Although I have not seen Yang Zhaohui's parents, I can see that all the people here do not have his parents, and there must be a reason why his parents did not come."
"Obediently, you observe really carefully. Unfortunately, this face Zhou Yuanyang did not have a chance to see. This guy has been out to sea for 4 years, and if he hadn't sent me a postcard from time to time, I would have thought he had fed the sharks. While sighing, You Penglai carefully looked around, afraid that his words would be heard by someone.
"He also sent you a star film, his grandmother's, why didn't he send it to me." I said a little angrily. "How is he doing at sea, has he been to many countries, and is there all kinds of foreign girls in the photos?"
"He's still the self-righteous bird-like, sitting on the bow of a boat playing a guitar every time, and the background is either the sea or the harbor. The only change was that he was tanned, darker than the military training, like a black egg. You Penglai said as he opened his phone and showed me one of the photos, in which Zhou Yuanyang sat on the bow of the boat playing a guitar, and the sunset sprinkled from behind, taking a silhouette of orange and blue.
"I'm sorry, I've been busy greeting people, ignoring my old classmates, I'll punish myself three cups first." Yang Zhaohui came over and sat down, carrying a wine glass and a wine bottle himself, and even dried three cups of Dream Blue. I could tell he was already drunk, the most we'd known for so long, and if it was now at the university Mother River and let him have a shot, he probably wouldn't have refused.
"You are polite, you are now back in Nanjing, and what we have in the future is an opportunity." You Penglai and I said kind words together.
The three of us sat together and talked for about 10 minutes, and Yang Zhaohui was called away by Shangguan Yu'er. My guess is good, his father-in-law is the deputy director of the Department of Justice, his parents did not come because they did not dare to come, said that they had never seen so many big officials, only said that they would go back to their hometown to invite relatives and friends to have a meal, do not engage in such a big pomp, the impact is not good.
Yang Zhaohui's appearance was that he was drunk, but when he was drunk, he held on, and it could be seen that he was trying to stay sober. The corners of his mouth are always smiling, a smile we have never seen before, and people who don't know him will find this smile very kind, while those of us who know him well find this smile very stiff, as if it is engraved on the face.