What kind of person is Coulee in Jing M.Guo's "The Origami Age of Tiny Times"?

In the September 2008 issue of The Novelist, there was an article entitled "The Projector for Grade Four", which was generally written by people who commented on the childhood. I'll extract that paragraph, and you can read it yourself.

To: Guli

How should I define you, your daughter or a cold computer? You live in this world, with heights that others can't reach, and you will always look cold and sharp.

They say you are cold, inhuman, hateful, materialistic and indifferent.

It may not be wrong to say so.

Everyone will inevitably grow up. Yesterday, we stopped in a warm campus, and the ups and downs of love and exams were all the sky above us. At that time, the future we imagined was like a gorgeous rose in a vacuum glass room, with crystal dew shining on it. Today, we walked out of the subway in the morning with a gaunt and sleep-deprived face. This time of day marks that we are shoveling dirt on the tombstone of the past-we are burying it bit by bit.

We became adults drinking coffee and writing plans on this computer.

We became adults who stayed up late to make plans and arrangements.

We became adults who stopped jumping around and wearing bright and lovely clothes.

We are changing the world day by day, and we are changing the world day by day.

I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. But in any case, this is our inescapable fate.

Many times, like you, I want to quantify the people, things and things around my life into numbers, input them into my computer, and then evaluate a choice with the principle and system of equivalent exchange. This looks simple and clear, and its function is extremely powerful.

But I'm not as strong as Connie. I can control my emotions. I will still be happy for some vanity in my life and depressed for the disappointment of others. Add various colors to this container called "heart" every day. Happiness is red, sadness is blue, depression is gray and vanity is golden. . . . . . Drops of paint dripped in, and then the heart stirred it into a thick black soup.

And Xu people really don't care about other people's opinions at all, and they will live stronger.

Are you like this?

I used to think that people who dare to love and hate need a lot of courage. Later, I gradually realized that it takes a lot of courage to live with a cold mask and not care about people who others love or hate.

Our love or hatred for others, in a sense, is actually a sign of cowardice. We can't control our inner desires, jealousy and hatred for others. We live wantonly with sensibility, and when faced with setbacks, we lose control excitedly.

I want to be you.

It's like planting a seed on you This seed is a fragment of my soul. I hope that after many years, this piece of debris can break through the ground and grow into a huge forest. They are still tall and straight in the hurricane sweeping from the sea, swaying and shouting in the wind. While lightning shines on the world, this forest is as clear as a rolling sea.

I hope to be as strong as you.

As strong as the sea.