I have been playing DOTA for a year, and now I feel like a failure. I haven't taught any friends, and no heroes have specially prepared them, alas.

Look at this article and make sure you feel the same way.

Why DOTA (this document is written for friends who break up, lie, live and are stressed for dota)

Sometimes it's silly. Stupid enough to think you're smart. So I lost myself again and again in stupidity or cleverness. Become self-righteous and narcissistic ...

-the queen said to fly solo, dad said to hit the road, Sand King said to kill people, and the tide said you'd better hit the road with me. So my father and I are in front of the next tower. Soon, I saw trees and muskets running down with the little soldiers. Dad said: "I am so fragile, white cow, you have to protect me!" " "I nodded. Dad said, "I don't have any trees, white cow. Give me yours!" " "I nodded. Dad said, "The musket is always pointing at me, Bai Niu, you dumped him!" " "I nodded. I gently clicked the mouse, and my white cow shook her ass and walked towards the musket ... "Come back! ""Dad said, "Make it up!" Oh! "Well, it's so cute." This time, Dad nodded. ...

I vaguely remember some countless past events ... "Come, bring me the book." "Come on, peel oranges for me." "Come on, give me your homework." "Come on, I'm too lazy to copy. Please copy it for me. " Mm-hmm. "Hey, that's great." Girl ... At that time, I looked stupefied ... "Huh? Nothing. " I looked down again and tried to copy her homework neatly: next time you have to write it yourself. "Yes, yes, hey!"

The queen came to kill the musket and sent many exclamation points! Pa deceleration shot, my white cow also began to sprint, flash queen screamed-blood first! Shu Ren's invisibility was not released in time ... Haha, the Queen smiled. Hey, hey, dad is happy. I ordered a little foundation, and Bai Niu turned and ran to the hot spring-because the phone rang. ...

I have been hesitating about one thing. When you are in DOTA, when you concentrate on the farm, when gank is frequent, when the team battle is fierce, the bell rings-my cell phone bell is Little Loli, and the young children are singing. If you sing a song and you sing alone, I sing a song and sing a song-DOTA, I am always alone, and it is very quiet around; At this time, the song suddenly sounded ... I think every DOTAer has experienced a struggle-to pick up or not to pick up. If life is like an escape, then my time in DOTA is like a short loss!

Forgotten memory, forgotten sadness, but there is one thing you will never forget-you can't escape from reality. Maybe mom asked you to go home for dinner, maybe a friend asked you to go out for a drink, or maybe a girl who has been having an affair with you for a long time wants to talk to you. I'm glad I'm biased towards reality, so I didn't miss much. But because I didn't miss much, I found myself facing more. If you can't face it, you must escape. If you can't escape, go to DOTA. Down the tower, that's how I see it! Then, continue to pour, this is also a cycle!

When Bai Niu returned to the hot spring for the second time, it was already 1 1. On the way down, the second tower flashed red, so I sprinted. The white cow stood up and walked faster and faster, and the special small musket was completely unaware. He suddenly changed his mind when he rushed down the highland-the legendary 10 musket and 9 discs, and he was certainly no exception. I don't think I'm a bad DOTAer. I really don't want to bully him. Thought of here, canceled the raid and turned back to the middle road. Don't you think? Sometimes, it is also a realm to restrain your desire to kill. But this realm is not for everyone, and it is a pity that this realm will not touch anyone. Sand King is a typical example. Sand King jumped out of the ground and pushed the dwarf up. Yellow blood. But a deep valley appeared behind him. Five shadows appeared in the nearby Woods, including a big tree, an old cow, a fairy dragon and two tuberculosis. Scorpion's yellow-brown belly immediately turned over.

It turns out that life and death are often things that move the mind, and the original result can never be predicted. In fact, what I want to say is that being too brave or too cowardly is not the reason. A lot of things are out of control. At that time, I was thinking, if there were eyes there-just if, for example, I kept thinking, if I hadn't told the friend who betrayed me, would she still be with me? Tell me: What is the most important thing about DOTA? Result or process?

If it was for the process, there wouldn't be so many MH, undefeated, T people, unplugged. If it's for the result, is it for an indifferent, boring and meaningless result? Okay, tell me, what is DOTA? Because no one could answer, the tree was pulled out, so the musket was pulled out. So the master wants rmk. Tired ... Anyway, no matter whether I am a super god or a super ghost, everything I do must have a purpose!

I asked my host, what is the purpose of my DOTA? -"boring pastime, isn't it that DOTA solves thousands of worries?" Yeah, what if I'm tired? "rest!" Rest? I found myself unable to stop. ...

The mainframe is built again. Same people, same ID, same team, but different muskets and trees. Why DOTA? I asked. Nobody wants to talk to me anymore. On the contrary, Host, who was very gossipy last time, kindly replied: You idiot! I think I am really an idiot, doing so many so-called things, guarding the memory that has long gone away. ...

5.4.3.2 . 1! AP

Xx chose the funny nursing guide.

Xx chose Jah'rakal.

Xx randomly chose the brooding mother.

Xx chose Mirana Nightshade at random.

Xx chose the dwarf musketeer.

What should I choose? What is the best? I remember someone once asked me. I also remember asking this question once. You choose the mountain king. His body is super awesome. So I taught others, too. You choose the mountain king. His body is super awesome. You choose mountain king, you choose mountain king, you choose mountain king, you choose mountain king.

All right. Although I finally learned that the old man with white beard was called Zuis. "Which one of us is the winner?" Or the hand-picked queen asked me. You I looked at PA, just the old route. "Mm-hmm." Dad nodded happily. "You have to help me crush them." Yes "You have to help me make it up." Yes "You want to pack chicken." Yes "You have to cover your eyes." Yes "That's very kind of you ..." That's very kind of you, ha, why not give me a good card? Actually, I did. "Why are you never angry?" I gave birth to it. "Then why are you never angry with me?" I was born, too "When? I don't remember. " Every time you don't take good care of yourself ...

Maybe you're right. Memories are often used to hurt themselves. But sometimes such a small thing will touch the most sensitive nerve of memory. Although we constantly DOTA, trying to forget those slight touches. But will you think of your first DOTA, the person who taught you DOTA, getting lost in the narrow jungle, who told you where those wild monsters were hiding, how much things have changed, the girl who once sat quietly beside you and looked at you, being replaced by more silent mineral water, staring at the screen in a daze-with a small hand pointing at the reward, and saying that you were watching?

It's the spider and the fire lady. They just stood there waiting for the soldiers. On the opposite side are the more stupid Zeus and Palmer. Dad asked me, don't we need to stop the soldiers? Farewell, when the front line is over, you can pull the wild. Mm-hmm. Dad circled the tower. I suddenly asked: Why do you want DOTA? He typed a long, long ellipsis. Then the soldiers came and the golden light flashed.

I am proud to announce that I have reached level 6. I'm going to gank. Be careful alone. Don't worry, don't worry. My little old man twisted into the Woods. I heard a female voice screaming in the high octave: xx (funny wizard) killed xx (ghost assassin).

So no one can really reassure you, so we always want to take everything into our own hands, so we always try our best to understand. Often when you know the truth, you will find yourself more hurt. Zheng Banqiao said that he rarely shows a confused attitude in dealing with people. But living in this world, confusion is not a kind of happiness. But why do people fall in love with asking questions?

My Zeus is wandering through the Woods and across the river. I like people to put the word vagrancy before gank. Wandering, can't tell whether to swim or walk, go with the flow, or walk alone. The apprentice asked me, what is ganker? I told him it was the man who traveled around the world. Why? Because ... because he doesn't belong to the main road, the main road or the middle road, he can't mix wild and brush money. He has good relations with everyone, but he can't get along with anyone. However, there are such people in the world, and their personality may be gankers'.

Actually, ganker is very lonely. A person drifts through a strange jungle like a wandering soul, sets foot on a land that does not belong to him, and faces unknown roads and invisible shadows alone. Maybe jugg will chop you to death, maybe luna will run over and pour out twelve moonlight. The apprentice asked me again, "What is the later period?" What happened afterwards? I thought about it. I don't know. What do you mean later? "The later stage is vanity, troll, TB, ghost." What about the pseudo-late stage? I keep asking. "Like ... Skull King, White Tiger, etc ..." The apprentice prevaricated. Oh, oh.

Actually, I don't know what the so-called late stage is. Late cultivation is a gamble, a gamble to bet the future on others, but where is our future? "Zeus, enlarge!" Dad's words awakened me from my meditation. W pressed it without hesitation, and there was no response. Hit lol across the street. "Hey, it's late." Dad sighed. "Who told you to be in a daze?" If you don't stare blankly ... if you are serious ... if you type faster ... but there are so many ifs in the world, it's really just nonsense, I'm just making an analogy. Because there are so many things that everyone cares about in this world that we don't know what we care about ... Life was lonely when we were young. Life is lonely when you grow up. All I see is endless wild areas and spending money. All kinds of passers-by will pass by me, some nodding, some frowning, some shrugging, some pulling me up and running together-let's go, people are coming. I am Zeus.

Legend has it that he is the king of the universe.

Legend has it that he made a mistake.

Legend has it that he is still strong.

Legend has it that he is a ganker.

No matter what the legend is, here he is the lonely little old man shown on my screen. DOTA is actually a pool of calm water. Even if there are exciting five kills and dazzling steps, the number change in the upper right corner only represents the passage of time. When it finished, it lay quietly in the replays folder, and no one could change anything. Time goes on, but it stays there.

I remember it very clearly. Have you seen The Kite Runner? After the hero's father died, he wrote that time was advancing, leaving his father here-the victory or defeat of this DOTA was irrelevant.

I asked the shopkeeper, what does DOTA's winning or losing stand for? "It's great that one family won, and it's uncomfortable that one family lost." It's actually easy to get high. For example, I pity Urti of Zeus for not leaving a head. He must be secretly happy when he looks at the troll running home with black blood across the street. He very ha said that I was so happy that Macon met a spider before he died and added blood. Even if you are happy, happiness doesn't say so. Cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Altman kills little monsters. At that time, I had been thinking about a silly question. Fish eaten by cats, meat eaten by dogs, and little monsters beaten by Altman, where is happiness? Having dinner with a friend in the afternoon, he said we were two poor people. I was wrong. I'm not in pain. He said, well, we are miserable alone and happy alone. Unfortunately, I'm not happy either. He shook his head. If you are unhappy, then you only have pain.

In fact, for many people, many of us are neither happy nor painful. All we have is a little disappointment. Let me tell a cold joke. There is only one sentence: more often, we are all recalling the future. Have you read the story of every hero in DOTA carefully? Which gives you more feelings? Is it the little Naga who lost her lover, the VS who was betrayed by her relatives, or the hero who experienced the same experience as you? Does anyone remember the story of faceless vanity? It is said that he was once a member of mankind, but his past has been swallowed up by deep darkness, and he can't even remember himself. All we know is that he was thrown into a gap in space and came back with the ability to manipulate time. He can freeze the enemy's time, he can also avoid attacks through a short backtracking time, he can tear the space-time structure around him, and everyone inside-whether the enemy or the enemy-can't move, except him, of course. It is rumored that he can attack any enemy around him instantly, but no one really saw him approaching. ...

What kind of feeling will it be if you can't remember? Sometimes when I look at something I've seen before, I suddenly have an illusion. With this in mind, I decided to choose Void in the third game. Because for it, or for him, every DOTA is a process of chewing memory. Although we all know it, that memory has long since vanished for him. But always give yourself some hope and some assumptions. Everyone is, whether your memory is still there or not, but those bubbles can't stand being touched. It's tall and shining in the sun. Bang, it's broken.

When buying clothes, the white tiger and the butcher quarreled, and both of them wanted to fly solo, to outdo each other. The prophet looked at them and said, Are you bored? Let's throw who is the biggest!

Xx scored 68 points. ( 1- 100)

Xxx scored 86 points. ( 1- 100)

The butcher was wet all over and shook his fat body on the road: "Let's go to the middle of the road." I ignored him and went on my way. A group of crazy exclamation points were on me. In fact, I am a very easygoing person, and sometimes I even think so myself. But easy-going with P? Didn't you say that people are good at being bullied? It's just a matter of personality, my friend summed it up like this. The butcher scolded me on the public channel. Go ahead and scold me. I will ignore you. I suddenly miss the last two hosts, although he is a bitch, although he also has some dishes, I suddenly miss that PA, so silly and cute, whether he is pretending or not. Such an encounter, such a bosom friend, will produce a little subtle emotion. Moreover, those who live in the depths of memory are on display.

I am empty, and the world has left me infinite emptiness. Because the butcher was really angry, he said, "Is J8' s face awesome? Then forget it. " So he and the white tiger ran to the middle of the road. The prophet who got off the road smiled for a while and drove the centaur away. Empty on the list, empty on the list, that's it.

Opposite me are Shui Man and Sven. I dare not go up to mend the knife, but just turn around. The golden light kept flashing. I'm in Grade 5, and when I was scrambling to improve my skills, I suddenly came into Sven's field of vision. Looking at the flying hammer, I didn't have time to press W, and then the flowing liquid ruined my dream of upgrading. Although he tried to jump on the tower, the cold voice of the first drop of blood knocked down the rickety blue man. "Are you okay? Do you dare to hit j8 in the face with such a dish? " It seems that the butcher is really upset with me. The white tiger said, "j8 face, you'd better come to the middle." I don't, I don't, I don't believe it. "Why are you so stubborn?" The prophet is a little dissatisfied. Yes, I am so stubborn. Always hold on to things that should be put down, and then keep making excuses. However, there is obviously no excuse for so many things. Until you are tired, until you can't walk, until you really die as an ATM, then what are you insisting on? Faith? Believe this thing is a scoundrel. But when you want to cry, only it can pat you on the head and say, don't be afraid, son. So you will continue to insist. Show your firmness with a tender face in front of an empty space.

I have repeatedly asked myself why I just refused to let go. Later, I walked back to the road, still looking at Shuiren and Sven from a distance. The water bearer's ass swings back and forth, and Sven's axe swings back and forth.

I asked the owner, how to suppress it online? He said, "Endless pressure." Stress? "well. It makes you breathless, it makes you involuntarily, it makes you helpless, and it makes you sigh. " Sigh what? "sigh ... sigh what you can't do."

I lit a cigarette quietly, leaned back on the sofa and spat at the ceiling several times. The blood-red void wobbled on the way home. What I can't do. Now I can't fight in the wild because I have no equipment. I can't buy equipment because I have no money. You can't make money because ... those huge and terrible pressures. The butcher is still laughing, and the prophet is still persuading me to give up. But I can't give up. Do you have the feeling that you can let go, you can let go, but you just don't want to, always putting pressure on yourself?

It's not that I can't let go, but that I don't want to.

It's not that I don't want to let go, but that I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that once I put it down, I can't pick it up again.

Fear, once put down, will never, never remember.

So when I ask myself why I just don't let go. Later, but I insisted.

The desire to bind 02:45:04

There are some things that I will really stick to. I used to feel very tired and uncomfortable. I've figured it out these days, and I won't change what I decided. I will stick to it anyway.

....02:47:35

Ha ha.

....02:47:40

I was thinking today.

....02:48: 12

Maybe I will really be with you in the future.

Once upon a time, that kind of dialogue strengthened my silly waiting power. Later, I felt that the memories were really beautiful. If it is worth remembering, there are many things to remember. For example, my favorite hero has always been a white cow. I thought it would last a lifetime, so I used it before going abroad. When I came to this strange city, I used it. I used it when I first went to GGC, and I still used it when I returned to my country and my friend IH during the holiday. Until one day, I suddenly discovered that there are actually more than 80 other heroes in DOTA. Until one day, I suddenly felt that Niu Niu, who finished C and then E, was very helpless. You know, I can see the white bull sprinting. My friend proudly told me ... in fact, nothing is truly eternal, only itself. I suddenly remembered that I had written a composition in the third grade, and the class was filled with the mood of graduation. At that time, I felt sorry for eternity, and I wrote down those eternal feelings. The teacher told me to stand up and read. I read, "Heng" remained the same, but the teacher said "Root" was wrong. Never changed, fresh in my memory. However, when my former classmate said another classmate's name yesterday, I was dazed and tried to search for a vague smiling face. Oh, oh, oh ... random reaction, should we wipe the memory dry, or should we erase the heart?

But even though there are so many things worth thinking about, what we are facing is only reality. Can't get up vanity is the most cruel reality. The enthusiastic prophet finally couldn't help it, the forbearing people finally couldn't help it, and the peaceful moon girl finally couldn't help it.

Void, you suck. Void, can you do it? We have protected you for a long time. Can vanity be played? He can play 3C, right? The butcher smiled, and then came the voice of the butcher's double killing. "Big waste!" The butcher's chubby body passed me with a sneer and burned a man I had hammered for a long time.

Then you don't have to be patient?

And then you didn't want to concentrate?

Then you don't have to work hard?

But how do you prove the world to me? I bite my teeth to support it. I can't take my eyes off it. I spent all my time. Why is it just for fun? Staring at the leaving figure, the world is not fair, many people tell me so, but I always want to keep a balance. Cruelly, many times, when you are sad to find that you can no longer cry, when you look around and see so many people as dumb as you, you can't even taste the tragedy alone?

On the whole screen, the two families scolded their vanity and ghosts, and the lost two people were silent and never met. So the so-called fairness in the world means that when you are sad, many sad people will look at this sad world together. But after such a long time, I still haven't found the answer I want. Those melancholy still pervades, but the purpose of DOTA is not understood. Suddenly, the group owner said to me, "Are you here to open the black market?" Yes Since I can't find the answer in the pub, I'll go to the black shop to find it!

The group owner began to make plans. XX, you should choose a blue collar and take good care of your eyes. XX, if you gank to be strong, go swimming in level 3. Xx, you choose a wet nurse, and you know what you want. The group owner decided to choose his own ghost, saying that you should have four guarantees, one mending knife and a tower to start first. What about me? I asked. "You?" The shopkeeper thought for a moment, "isn't there any meat?" Choose a big tree or something. "

It's good to be black. Every DOTA is a brand-new world, with strange opponents and even strange teammates. If your teammates are not so strange, you will feel very happy. The world is not lonely, only the soul is lonely. In complete strangers, every bit of familiarity can be exchanged for infinite proximity. However, after approaching?

We used to come from the same city. So we can get close. I still remember that moment clearly. The bald teacher asked, where are you from in China? Shanxi, Taiyuan. Say that finish, the boy next to him opened his eyes in surprise. The possibility of infinite meeting is that we have opened a black shop in the inexplicable DOTA-we should work together in Qi Xin. Right, right, so I've been trying to familiarize us with this strange black shop.

Some people drive black, some people drive black. But it will always be dark, and people will always leave. You said you burst into tears when you heard your dream wedding. I said I would never cry when listening to music. It was not until Zhang Dongliang's old songs echoed in the empty room that I found those two clear tears in front of the mirror. By that time, you had already gone far. ...

The ghost of the group owner is really coquettish and will never fall off. Gank supports plus ks and never misses. My tree man ulti will see a black line obliquely inserted in the future, killing three. It's only been 20 minutes, and the ghost is amazing. The apprentice used vs, and he was very depressed and asked me, "Why, why is it always in the limelight?" I looked at the data: vs kill 0, kill 3, assist 1 1, and then looked at myself: kill 2, kill 2, assist 10. I smiled, don't you know, this is his game, he should be the protagonist.

DOTA is like a play, and a play is like life. Every road, every scene, someone must sing this theme. Everyone thought he would be the protagonist, but who knew there was only one protagonist? Our play is our own life. Who told me that? Therefore, you and my DOTA are only auxiliary; The life you and I are not satisfied with is just a help. After all, we have been looking for the light waiting for us. However, however, many times, we would rather show off our youth with satisfaction, because it is worthwhile and we don't want to leave. When you look back again and again, you don't find much.

Do you find that you often pass by because you don't have your eyes inserted?

Do you find yourself often procrastinating because of distractions?

But sometimes you can kill him somewhere else.

But sometimes you can crush it all the way to victory.

Once upon a time, I was always looking for songs online, always afraid of being lazy for a day or two and missing something. However, you always miss some songs. No matter how you look for it, you will hear some more songs in the future, even if you have forgotten it, let alone people. Missed, lost, may really just because of fate. This is a lie, but it is true. Maybe one day I will bump into memories inadvertently, and maybe looking for them is still a step away from yearning. For those who are helpless, I suddenly remembered a paragraph written after reading the wanted order. The wanted man, the so-called wanted man, but the wanted man, in the final analysis, is just the past tense of want. So, if one day, when want becomes wanted, then our life will finally become fate. We're struggling with something, but that's all. So thoughts are always changing in want and fate. We are really recalling the past, sometimes angry and sometimes annoyed. All because I care too much! Care about what? Details, actions, words, promises ...

Get off the road, faerie dragon. Let the lion handle it. The monkey waved to me. Bought all the equipment in a hurry. In the fifth game, Lion consciously went to the middle. No. The fairy dragon has a very nice name called Shenlong, and a friend always calls it a fairy. When he passed by, he gave me a casual look and used another fairy. Faerie dragon is my favorite, but I need a list. So I'll simply type in mid for me to solo. I won't explain. If I feel something is missing, maybe I will add "TY". The lion sighed and left. A person's corridor, often, often involuntarily, or deliberately, to find a kind of loneliness. At the moment when others partner, I turn my head, entrust myself to the shadow, and look at the lonely starry sky, which may only belong to me. Maybe it only belongs to those who prefer solo, digging the inner stage bit by bit, and being silent about the past alone.

From time to time, I still think of what she said to me when she left: in fact, you are not alone, but you missed someone. You want to bear a kind of sadness that you think you can bear. Does everyone have a tragic plot? So looking at this gloomy text will overflow with such and such melancholy. After the melancholy, I found that I was still waving my wings there, waving my wings. Solo, soldier line, Solo confused, Solo heartbroken. The whispering voice echoed in my ears, so empty, carefully avoiding the shadow of the destruction of the opposite shadow demon, and releasing light waves aimlessly. "Why do you love using fairies so much?" My friend sat next to me with a stool. Ah ... huh? I suddenly don't know how to answer. Maybe ... maybe it's because I like its sound. I silently thought, I forgot that you left me when I heard ENN's recommendation on the ST- sobbing baby moon; ; The crying erhu tugged at the heartstrings, and Parker's call suddenly appeared in the thoughts of escape. Goo-woo, or woo-woo, is just a kind of voice, pure hoarseness, lonely hoarseness and helpless hoarseness. You left me ... that silent night, with a heartache, my mouth was open, but I couldn't cry, only my throat was as dumb as crazy. Goo wow. That night, the wind blew and the curtains kept rolling. Tearing my heart out, listening to Parker's roar, it was so empty that there was no end in sight, because you were hurt. Every time the shadow devil wins, it always hurts so much.

Someone laughed. Watching the host come slowly and pat me on the shoulder with his favorite panda, he said, "Do you know? Pandas fight for wine, and with wine, no one can fight. " He smiled smugly. This is what we call "Gu would never hurt Qian Wei-Wei Yi would never hurt-"

When I was a child, I read Jiang Feng's book and rummaged through the Book of Songs to find such words. I'm tired, Peter Trey. My aunt's consideration for his gold won't last forever. Climbing up the high mountain ridge, the horse's legs are already soft and confused. Fill my glass and keep me away from my inner sadness. I still remember Jiang Feng saying that only by writing it down can we forget our sadness. therefore ...

So, look at the panda that keeps throwing bottles.

That's why we keep DOTA.

Therefore, I think DOTA can solve thousands of worries.

Fingers jump, the picture changes, people come and go, which one to leave. What you forget and remember is to maintain peace and never hurt. So I retired ... Watching the flashing QQ stay there and seeing the question mark sent by the host, I smiled. I said, if one day, we don't get hurt anymore, if one day, everything can be forgotten, isn't it, many people won't do DOTA anymore? The owners of this group were silent ... I thought they said Wei Yi would never be hurt. It was a long time before he said, "Did you find the answer?" The answer? I found it, but I didn't find it ... I smiled. Yeah, yeah.

Because, what I am looking for is only my answer. DOTA after dota, experience after experience. In fact, they are meaningless in themselves, but they are endowed with various meanings in our persistent search.

Those fuzzy colors.

Those intoxicated memories.

Have become dazzling and amazing in our constant description.

All become heavy and solid in our constant aftertaste.

And every time we remember, every time we cry, we answer such and such questions in loneliness: why not hurt forever?

So, what did I do? I mean, it's not just for DOTA.