Narration.

"To keep your voice high and far away is not to take advantage of the autumn wind."

In autumn and winter, I will point my feet towards the window;

Because blowing cold wind can easily damage your brain.

(Especially when asleep; speaking of which, the same goes for air conditioners)

In summer, I would put my pillow under the window and write my diary.

"The only way to relieve worries is Du(xie)Kang(zi)."

Maintaining quality and quantity (prioritizing quality) is not about success. The most important thing is to make yourself feel at ease.

In your own way, give yourself an explanation:

Work hard and have no regrets.

Try your best, even if you lose, you will be honored.

I have no reservations..what more can i do?

What does Ah Q’s spirit mean?

It shouldn’t be me you’re talking about...haha.

I am no one but me.

I'm obviously sleepy, so don't worry, the night is cool and suitable for sleeping, and there are no mosquitoes at this time of year.

But after reluctantly getting up and washing up, I regained consciousness. So, continue writing.

ps. Coming here, the biggest realization is not about the Internet article itself. Whether it is successful or not is not that important.

"Success or failure turns into nothing"...

But: if you are willing, you can always find unexpected surprises.

For example, the friendship between people.

I may feel that the person himself is more important than the work.

Because people are alive.

The work, although the writing is just like the person...

But words only reflect part of a person's self at a specific period.

For example, a 30-year-old person may feel naive when he looks back at his 20-year-old writings. The same goes for a 40-year-old person when he looks at his 30-year-old self.

Of course, some people will miss the innocent and pure self of the past.

It's easier said than done to remain worldly...

My opinion is that age and growth are not synonymous.

I think of Li Na saying agenothing.

People are constantly changing (may evolve or degenerate), but works may be finalized after they are written.

As for the new meaning of old words...that is, the same work has been interpreted differently by different descendants ("a thousand readers, a thousand Hamlets").

Of course, works can also have life. It's just not the same as the author's.

I have always felt that online literature is a magical thing. In orthodox literature, it is difficult for readers to have the opportunity to communicate with the author.

It would be an exaggeration to say that most of the classics in literature remain in the long river of history. They are the accumulation of hundreds of thousands of years of the essence of human thought and art.

And we often can only talk to the author through the works that have been handed down. That is an indirect dialogue, because the author may no longer be there.

Journey to the West on a Crane...

Speaking of literature as a person, I am reminded of Lin Yihan’s question: Is art just about clever words and tricks?

Not really. I can only say that art is art and life is life. The two are related but have clear boundaries and should not be confused.

Some fans marry poets because they admire them. This happens from time to time, and the results are often unsatisfactory.

The poet's life may not be as romantic at all as his verses.

He may have an inspiration and lock himself in the room all day long so that no one can disturb him.

He may just be known as a poet, but in fact the poems he wrote did not bring any material benefits.

Think of Van Gogh.

Thinking of Zhu Xiang who threw himself into the river holding his collection of poems.

When I think of it, it seems that the poet Du Fu died of starvation.

There are also many poets and poets whose lives are all messed up. They can't even live. For example, Empress Li.

Many times, art is like a flower blooming in the desert.

People are often amazed by its miracles, but also often ignore its background: desert.

The poet's life may not be as romantic as his poems at all, and the incongruity and fierce collision between ideal and reality are not just the blooming of life vitality.

As the saying goes: pain is proof of existence.

There is another small problem here, which is the consistency between the work and the heart. This will not be discussed for the time being. I will only copy a paragraph.

As one of the most important anthropologists of the 20th century, Malinowski's diary was published in 1967, triggering a controversy that lasted for nearly two decades: this respected founder-like figure was involved in Papua New Guinea and the

During the expedition to Robrine Island, the diaries recorded

The diary is far from his attitude towards the locals in his serious works and is full of contradictions. In the diary, you can see his contempt and hatred for the locals (even suspected of racial discrimination), and he constantly doubts himself and his work.
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