Public Punishment: Conversation in QQ Space in Those Years —— Literary and Artistic Sao Year (First Bomb)

When I was looking for something on the long-abandoned QQ the other day, I was attracted by what I wrote before. I really doubt it. Did I write these things? It took two hours in a flash. Although my toes almost dig through the earth, I really can't stop. I will share it with you before it is too late.

1.？ I cut a wound on my finger unconsciously. Usually I don't care, but it hurts when I touch it.

Scene restoration: I have forgotten why I made this speech. Isn't it just a scratch? Groaning like a girl.

Simple evaluation: the literature of "miserable" teenagers was very popular at that time, and this writing method was relatively general.

Literary coquettish index: ★★★

Toe-digging index: ★★★★★

2.？ I used to like butterflies, but she never stopped. Now I stop and find that she is just a butterfly.

Situation reduction: I should like something, but I can't ask for it. I have a sense of failure. This statement is just self-consolation.

Simple evaluation: I don't understand why I chose butterflies. Besides, in the eyes of butterflies, you have been following other people's asses and have never seen you. What about your sense of existence? In the eyes of butterflies, you have always been just one person.

Literary coquettish index: ★★★★★

Toe digging index: ★★★★

3.？ The scenery is still desolate, Iraqis are still in the distance, faint. ...

Scene restoration: seeing the desolate scenery and expressing your mind directly? Do you feel it? Ah ... (scratching his head wildly) Why do you have any last words? What does it matter?

Simple evaluation: the first two sentences are symmetrical, and the last sentence is not evaluated.

Literary coquettish index: ★

Toe-digging index: ★★★★★★★

4.？ Always in a daze, remembering the past, or foreseeing what will happen in the future! But in a daze, now quietly slipped away. ...

Scene restoration: My head was disconnected. I don't know what happened, but I'm reconnecting. ...

Simple evaluation: euphemistically expressed to cherish the present, don't think too much.

Literary coquettish index: ★★★★★

Toe digging index: ★★

5.？ The night is quiet, you can hear my breathing. It's dark at night, and my thoughts are confused.

Scene restoration: insomnia at night, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Simple evaluation: lively Sao years are not used to loneliness. It seems that the teacher left less homework! Teachers are advised to give students more homework.

Literary coquettish index: ★★★

Toe digging index: ★★

6.？ With my back to you in the dark, I can hear your breathing! We can only move forward, and our distance may be out of reach. ...

Scene restoration: Did you meet a ghost? Who can you hear breathing?

Simple comment: A Sao Nian who watched a lot of idol dramas has a feeling. Please don't choose the evening next time, it's rotten.

Literary coquettish index: ★★

Toe-digging index: ★★★★★

7.？ Spring blossoms, fairyland on earth, music everywhere. The trickle of warm water began to overflow and the snow suddenly met! Why did plum blossom come in a hurry? In a flash, the mountains and snow embraced. Withered and buried in white, it regained its vitality and momentum. Being in a fairyland is hazy, and the mind of heaven and earth is vicissitudes. Endless soft flocs float in the air, sink into the fog and gradually melt away. Close at hand, the traffic has not changed! Overlooking the endless ring of Gankun. I am still unconscious in my dream, and the cold shadow of cool color is accompanied by a stream of heart. Starlight shines on the snow marks, which reflect chaos. A round of chaos, who knows who to consider? Goose feathers are still falling lightly, and the bells of the Mid-Night Temple are ringing. When the stars turn, the fog does not disperse, and the dreamland is ethereal. Tender feelings are like water, and snow traces turn into shadows. Blurred and helpless sigh, send the stars I miss.

Scene restoration: at that time, I competed with others to write a poem, but I didn't attend the Chinese class and wrote it within an hour. Later, I made up a story based on this poem, participated in the essay contest of "China Newspaper Cup" and won the first prize in the country.

Simple evaluation: Although some things are not fluent and some places don't rhyme, they are still remarkable, at least now I can't write any more.

Literary coquettish index: ★★★★★

Toe digging index: ★

You can also talk about what I wrote or share your past youth. There are many more. See you next time.

Who hasn't been a teenager? Who hasn't been young? Although I feel immature and awkward when I look at the past now, it was my past like a treasure.