Written on an ordinary afternoon

when I wake up, it's still sunny outside. I heard that it snowed in some places, but I couldn't see a trace of snow in front of my eyes. What came from my ear was the cry of my little niece, and the voice of my mother and sister-in-law tutoring my big niece to do her homework. My brother brushed Tik Tok, and my father watched the news. Such a harmonious scene, coupled with the weather outside, looks like a happy picture to anyone. But at the moment, there is a very strong shadow hanging over the heads of compatriots all over the country, that is, the new type of coronary pneumonia. It is precisely because of this that when we should have started busy work, we have to "retreat" at home and wait for the disaster to pass.

There are all kinds of news about the epidemic now, so I don't want to go into details here. I just want to express my feelings after ten days of oppression, that's all.

these days, especially in the last two days, there is always an idea that has been lingering in my mind and getting worse. And the cause of this idea is because of a joke. I believe many people have seen this joke. It tells that in 1665, the great Newton, like us, also experienced a great plague. In order to avoid the epidemic, he had to run to the countryside to avoid it. It was precisely because of such a period of leisure that he thought further about mechanics, optics and even gravity.

at that time, I was playing games on the computer while brushing my mobile phone. Although my fingers quickly slipped across the screen, I somehow "thumped" in my heart. I know, I'm sensitive again. It's not the first time this has happened.

Although I still live the days of sleeping, eating, playing, eating, and sleeping in the next few days, at the same time, there is a clear thin thread in my mind pulling a nerve, which makes me fidgety after eating, sleeping, and playing.

although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that I will be 31 years old after the New Year. To put it bluntly, looking back on 31 years, I really accomplished nothing.

After graduation, I came to my present unit. My work is relatively easy, and there is no pressure. My income is not high or low, so it is not a problem to live. So after working for eight years, everything I did was for one sentence: Don't let down your youth. It is precisely because of this that I have made myself a stupid X in the eyes of others.

during this time, I don't know how many drinks I have had, how many nights I have spent and how much money I have wasted. Although these things can barely be called "crazy" when they are old. But since last year, I found that my body has become a mess. People say "stand at thirty", but I am in my prime, clutching my chest and looking at my body panting after climbing several stairs, I can only shake my head helplessly.

Due to the uncontrolled diet, my figure began to be seriously out of shape, despite the habit of keeping fit intermittently. Not only that, my stomach is also beginning to deteriorate gradually. If I eat it carelessly, I will die of pain, diarrhea, and a little sugar will make my mouth sour for a long time.

in desperation, I had to say goodbye to my previous life. It's not so painful to give up drinking. It's just a very accidental night that the idea suddenly came to my mind, and then it happened overnight. Now, my only drink is hot boiled water, and I take about three days a week to go to the gym. As for nightlife and staying up late, I dare not have it at all. Live a relatively calm and regular life.

the consequences of one thing are by no means as simple as you can think. Since the change of living habits, some almost forgotten things that have been forgotten will emerge. Among them are reading and writing.

many people call writing writing, but I never dare to say so. I always feel that what I write is a waste of time for others to read. But it happened that the heart was particularly eager to get others' approval, even appreciation.

I remember a long time ago that I had a little wish, that is, I could write a novel, a novel that others agreed with. For this reason, I don't know how many nights I was so excited that I couldn't sleep because I was immersed in my own world of ideas, and I often went online to look for those successful or even master experiences. I wrote the beginning of countless stories, but each time it ended in nothing.

I thought I could sum up my writing experience in a few words, but after careful consideration, I found that it was a neither too long nor too short trip. Although its ending was not happy, I think I really need to tell another story if I really want to make it clear from beginning to end. To sum up, up to now, my idea of writing a novel is still stuck in my mind, and it will rush out from time to time to stimulate my nerves.

I forget when I started to contact, but it should be earlier. After repeated installation and deletion, I still stand still. During this period, I also met all kinds of people, some of whom insisted on it all the time, and of course, some gave up early. But there is one person who has made a profound impact on me, so I will reveal her name here.

I read her first novel and recommended it on the front page. At that time, I didn't feel anything brilliant, but the data in the article was surprisingly good. Later, I discovered that she was the signing author. From then on, I began to pay attention to her. But I don't pay attention to it, but I will go to see her published articles from time to time, and I still don't feel anything brilliant. At that time, there was only one thought in my heart. People like this can succeed, and they will certainly have no problem.

just now, I just went to see her home page again. I found a series of suffixes behind her name. I admit, I am sour. A 31-year-old "uncle" is sour on a girl, which is really disgraceful.

Sour turns sour, but when I calm down and observe it carefully, I find that this simple friend has really kept on farming for such a long time. With this perseverance, I am relieved of her success. Although I still disagree with her works, I have to praise her spirit.

Everyone who likes writing keeps repeating how much he loves literature, just like every contestant in those singing talent shows said that he would twist with the music when he was two years old. In this impetuous social background, I believe that everyone has realistic ideas in their hearts. Including me, including the Jane friend mentioned above. Digging out my limited writing memories, I found that the more I clamored for "I don't write for money", the more I wanted to make my writing come true. I can't help it, man is such a duplicitous creature, and I am just a layman of all sentient beings.

As the sunshine outside disappears, the light becomes dim, and the impulse to talk in my heart gradually cools down. Ok, let's call it a day, although I don't know what my purpose is and what I want to express.

finally, I wish the motherland prosperity! Come on in Wuhan!