Jing Yesi’s prose essay

Tonight, I was writing a tomb robbery novel. As I was writing, I suddenly stopped thinking. The text seemed to have entered a dead end, so I began to be in a daze and became aimless, as if I am the ghost in the tomb, trapped for thousands of years, finally lonely, and finally can only exile my thoughts with time.

Autumn nights are always a little cool, but why are there mosquitoes tonight? What is there to be unwilling to do? It sucks blood to extend its life, and then gives birth to thousands of disgusting little bugs in a certain pool. What a hateful creature, but it has no choice but to do so. This is its instinct, and it cannot be done just because of oneself. The itchy little bag should go to God or the Jade Emperor to argue!

I suddenly thought of the gang of tomb robbers in the novel. They robbed the tombs all over the world for profit and disturbed the rest of the dead. It was really abominable. However, the confrontation between life and death does not seem to change due to time distance and space. The dead, people who have been dead for thousands of years, will also have ways to punish those intruders and those with arrogant intentions. Human beings, with their insatiable desires, seem to be more annoying than mosquitoes sometimes, and they are also disgusting and difficult to guard against.

A mosquito flew over and hit the electric mosquito swatter hard with a "pop" sound. Close your eyes, God bless you, and the Jade Emperor have mercy. When I think of God and the Jade Emperor, I think of Christian churches and missionaries across the country today. They are indeed good people. I heard that they provide free schools and help to their believers. The brothers and sisters in the church are all the people of the Lord. I feel like this is good and can unite mankind. Let’s look at Taoism, which has a long history. It seems to be good. In addition to the dazzling Taoism, it can also cultivate people’s character, especially in novels, there is a lot of knowledge that can be applied. However, among the mainstream Christianity, Buddhism and Taoism, I personally quite like Taoism. After all, it is a local thing, and it is easier to get closer to me. However, there are too few people who can get started. Also, I always want to learn some Taoism to change my situation. How great would that be?

Suddenly I remembered that I was going too far, so I pulled myself back forcibly. After reading a passage from a novel that I wrote tonight, I decided to tell readers about Taoist culture, which is considered as doing my own little bit to promote it. After conceiving the plot, it seems that the characters in it are going to experience another dangerous situation. I hope the bad guys are finished and the good guys come out of the grave soon! I wrote a short paragraph and looked at it. I thought it was not good. It seemed to be different from the style of the previous article, so I checked the information on Baidu. It really felt like burning the midnight oil. After reading the information for a long time, I finally sorted out an outline. I thought about it and was about to write it, but I didn’t know where to start. Hey, it is not easy to write an article, and it is not easy to write a good article. In fact, it is not easy to master knowledge outside the article. What I have mastered cannot be integrated, and what I have not mastered I don’t know where to look. It is a pity that I read less books when I am studying. Is this the ancients? Is it said that "the books will be used only when they are used"? I asked myself this, but I was already convinced in my heart.

Another mosquito flew over. It was buzzing and annoying. I drove it away with my hands and came back again. I thought that as long as you don’t come, I will let you go, but I can’t seem to get along with that mosquito. In the same way, it flew around tirelessly. Thinking of Master Tripitaka in Journey to the West, I couldn't help but smile. I really admire the person who wrote the story of Journey to the West. Thinking about it, my arm felt itchy and was bitten again. So, without moving the bitten arm, I picked up the electric mosquito swatter and swatted the mosquito along its retreat path. As expected...sure enough, I missed it. It turned out to be a cunning and cunning guy. I also thought that mosquitoes that bite are all female. Does that mean that they are really smart and beautiful mosquitoes? Okay, I was distracted again. I came back to my senses, thought for a while, and quickly typed the next paragraph on the keyboard. It was about tomb robbers who encountered a group of monsters, mosquitoes as big as their palms. They panicked and faced this mutation. Mosquitoes should express the inner fear of human beings, give them a scream, panic, and finally give those mosquitoes some terrifying abilities. By the way, vomit blood. I want the mosquitoes to vomit blood in the story. I am happy with this idea. For a while, although the writing was a bit fanciful, it seemed to have a sense of satisfaction that could not be found in reality. I had just finished writing about the tomb robbers' arduous struggle to kill the last giant mosquito. I found that I wanted to cry, because now a mosquito was biting me on the forehead.

Oh my God! The mosquito actually bit me on the forehead. I slapped it quickly and decisively. As a result, the mosquito escaped and I was slapped by myself. I had no choice but to endure the pain and comfort myself. The mosquito must think that it is not intelligent enough. Come to me to absorb a little bit, just a little bit. , In fact, it doesn’t hurt me at all. Nowadays, resource sharing is popular, so I’ll just share it once!

I found that I still quite like Ah Q. In fact, there is nothing wrong with Ah Q. It’s just bad luck and I just remember it. I wrote some more and finally included Taoist culture, so I breathed a sigh of relief and felt that it was a great achievement. But now that the tomb robbers have reached the second power supply, they will face the test of the agency next. They should participate in some strange things. Men Dunjia's stuff is gone. Hey, I continue to read the information, I think if I study more, I might be able to really take a look at Feng Shui. I got the horoscopes right, and I chuckled in my heart...

Time is like running water, like fine sand, this is Who said that? I really admire him, and what he said is indeed correct. Before I knew it, it was already eleven o'clock, late at night, and I looked at my QQ friends. The person I wanted to chat with was either not there or was in QQ Landlords. The only mosquito that stayed with me until late at night was the mosquito that was still buzzing and circling. I secretly said in my heart: "Fortunately, I have you." So I washed myself, crawled into bed, hid myself to sleep, and faced the darkness and whispered: "Beautiful Mosquito, you've had enough blood tonight, so consider it a tip for staying with me! Go to bed, don't bother me, I don't want to kill any animals tonight... Oh, I forgot to say, good night."

With a bang, board the door, hide under the covers, and reflect on yourself...