Nasa:

thank you

In the morning, I saw the monthly votes and rewards you gave me, and I kept thinking about how I can thank you. I am on the female channel reality channel, which is a very deserted channel. When I write a lot, a north wind will appear in my mind.

In the picture, I was desolate, holding a broken bowl, wearing rags and slippers, sitting under the eaves of someone else's house and singing: Little cabbage, the ground is yellow... cough cough

Then one day, I don’t know how I wandered into your place. It seemed that a ray of sunshine appeared in the gloomy sky in vain. The warmth here brought my cabbage to life again. I suddenly discovered that there is another kind of writing:

Don't look at results, don't look at data, don't care whether you sign a contract or not, but just rely on your heart.

In the city, we are accustomed to talking with numbers. We work hard just for the beautiful and abundant numbers on the books. We deal with various relationships for mutual benefit. Pure things are getting farther and farther away from us. However, in the second

In the dimensional cyberspace, at an inadvertent point, your small action suddenly made me encounter the long-lost innocence.

Thank you very much. I will keep this beauty in my heart. I hope you and your friends can be happy every day, and I also hope that you can be really happy. Thank you again!

(If you use the input method to read the picture, you may get it wrong)

I am too lazy to type every day (I cover my face).

I opened the book circle and was pleasantly surprised to see new book reviews.

It seems like I haven’t received any long book reviews for a while.

This is not actually a book review.

It should be, expressing a feeling.

gratitude.

It's quite vivid, especially the first paragraph.

"It's miserable, miserable, miserable."

"Luo quilt can't bear the cold at midnight."

"The north wind blows and the white grass on the ground is broken, and the sky is full of snow in August."

"Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom."

Yesterday I mentioned to Yanzi the activity of +3 recommendation votes.

With the help of Yanzi, I got the third +3 with difficulty.

I could have gotten at least seven or eight.

This difference.

First, I didn’t know that I could log in using QQ (there is no such option on the login interface).

Secondly, I don’t like to trouble others.

My mentality last night was like: after "repairing the lost sheep", I was still struggling with the lost sheep.

(The word scapegoat comes to mind again.

I read it in an IELTS vocabulary book.

Split it into two words: escape and goat, escapegoat.

The leading e ran away, and the rest became "scapegoats".)

The same is true in life.

I often think that if I had been smarter/harder/more determined/enlightened earlier, many things might have changed in the future.

Maybe not make so many mistakes.

Maybe the trajectory of life can be completely rewritten (for example, becoming an optimistic person).

(Think of the "butterfly effect")

"I wish I had known it before" and "I knew it earlier".

Life is a one-way street.

whatdone, can notundone.

What's gone is gone, even if it's just the past second, it can't be changed.

What can be optimized can only be the present and the future.

Be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years.

you can never be too careful.

Pulling away...bringing back.

purely.

Confucius said: "The Three Hundred Poems can be summed up in one sentence: thinking without evil."

Pure things are always fascinating.

For example, green mountains and green waters.

Such as childhood.

And online writing is a...commercial product.

This is destined to make it difficult for this small world to become a pure paradise.

The platform cares about performance, and the author cares about performance.

Care, but there is no feasible way to improve performance.

It reminds me of a common phenomenon in exam-oriented education:

Those who study well are getting better and better, and those who study poorly are getting worse.

Schools, teachers, and parents all like good students.

Still thought of it.

Good students often have an indifferent attitude toward poor students and are unwilling to help the latter improve their grades.

So, how to proceed on this path of writing articles.

I thought of a lot of things during the day. I was busy with other things at that time, but now I have almost forgotten them.

What I can say at this moment is: Although the three cobblers may not be able to stand up to Zhuge Liang, at least they can not be so lonely.

Whether it is pure or not, put it aside for now.

(I also want to sign a contract, but I don’t want to rush into the market.

If you're on the street, you won't sign it.

Also, I don’t want to be constrained by strict rules.)

It’s just a group of friends who have literary dreams, get together and warm each other up.

It might make you feel less lonely.

Maybe it’s not the loneliness of being an author, but the loneliness of being a person who is working hard for his dream.

A song comes to mind, "Dream Chaser".

Gu Yingliu Pan

Find a quiet place here~~~

Posted today at 12:30

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"Find a quiet place to hide from the world, and find a place of peace of mind."

Today 13:29

Gu Yingliu Pan: I like your attitude!

The sentence I wrote is from the mobile game "Bloodline".

There are a lot of lines in that game, all of which I like.

But I don't remember much.

"You know how many flowers have fallen in your dreams."

The wind suddenly picked up and a few autumn leaves fell.
Chapter completed!