The deepest point of the earth’s Continent

The deepest point on the earth’s continent was discovered in Antarctica under the Denman glacier on December 15, according to foreign media. The ice filled Canyon can reach a depth of 3.5km below sea level, and only the ocean has a deeper Canyon, BBC website reported Thursday. The discovery was marked on a newly drawn map of Antarctica that revealed the shape of the bedrock beneath the ice sheet in unprecedented detail, the report said. The landscape will be crucial for understanding the future changes in Antarctica. By contrast, the lowest point of bare land on earth – the dead coast – is only 413 meters below sea level.
The new findings reveal previously unknown ice ridges that slow the retreat of glaciers under global warming, as well as many flat slopes that may accelerate the retreat, the report said. “It’s certainly the most accurate picture of what’s beneath the ice sheet in Antarctica so far,” said Dr. Mathieu moligham, a researcher at the University of California, Irvine, who worked on the study for six years The study is published in the British journal Nature Geoscience. According to the report, the new map fundamentally fills all the gaps in the aerial mapping of Antarctica. Over the past decades, radar equipment has scanned Antarctica and sent out microwave pulses that can penetrate the ice and depict bedrock landforms, but there are still large areas with little or no data, the report said.

That defeat

Since childhood, I hate to hear people say that failure is the mother of success, failure is more, it is about to succeed. Every time, everyone just says that failure is the mother of success. I don’t understand how failure and success are all going in the same direction. Sometimes even if I succeed, things get worse. It’s better for me to succeed than to fail. If a person abandons his family and friends because he wants to succeed and realize his dream, even if he succeeds in the end, what is the significance of such success? What is the difference between 广州桑拿such success and failure? If a person fails at the last moment because he does not give up his family and friends, he succeeds. This is failure but also another level of success. Like me, I was an ordinary girl, but also a careless girl.
No matter what I do, everything will be screwed up by me, never succeeded. Maybe I was too careless. I never cared about these failures. I still lived as usual. But after I entered middle school, I succeeded for the first time and failed completely for the first time. When I entered middle school, I met a very good friend. We are like brothers who grew up together when they were young. We are comparable in learning, which also arouses my desire to win. So I take every exam seriously, because I have a bet with him. Every time I take it very seriously, just to surpass him one day. Only on that occasion did I lose completely.
In that exam, I made a bet with him, and I won. I proudly flaunted in front of him and kept beating him. I watched his face 桑拿广州sink little by little, but there was no sign of convergence. He finally burst out. “Is it great to do well in the exam? Is it really that important for you? Does it feel good to hit others? Why can’t you always worry about other people’s feelings?” I think it was really my fault to be friends with you.” He left without turning back. Since then, he has drifted away from me, and I have to wonder: Did I do anything wrong? Why did I win like I lost? What is the difference between losing friendship and winning? My relationship with him is still so strange that I never feel the same way before. It’s like I’m back before I first met him.
Maybe I was too careless and direct. Maybe in the past, I never carefully understand him, never thought about his feelings, always hurt him, and until this time he broke out, and this time the outbreak said, “Never be a friend again.” Every time I see his cold expression, I want to stop talking. 桑拿佛山Maybe he just wants to say sorry, but I’m too proud. It’s too difficult for me to say “sorry”.
This time, I lost, in fact, I know I have been unable to win him, but the sentence “I’m sorry” I still can’t say. And when I finally can put down my so-called pride and apologize to him, he has left, and finally, my “sorry” has not been said, leaving me here to regret. Every success, there may be a price, but my price is that friendship, if possible, I would rather fail, from the beginning.

Summer Night Symphony

If someone wants to ask me what is the most attractive thing in summer? Apart from the cool and refreshing watermelon, I’m sure I’ll answer, there’s also a charming summer night.
There is no hot sun, no cloudless sky and no rush to go out on a summer night. So, summer nights are relaxing and relaxing. If you are lucky and meet frequent gusts of breeze, then summer nights are cool. Such a beautiful summer night, in addition to human will like, all living things of nature like it, so, the summer night is still lively, as long as you listen carefully, you will find symphonies everywhere.
Our dinner usually starts when the sun sets, because the yard is already shady. My mother will order me to move out of the table, set up the bench and start serving when I cook the last dish. In summer, besides mother’s classic four dishes and one soup, there will be an extra iced watermelon or tomato with sugar on the table. After eating and drinking, we wash away the heat and fatigue of the day with a shower, remove the bamboo chair and lie quietly in the courtyard waiting for the summer night to come.
When the frogs in the pond began to wake up one after another, the summer night officially began. Soon, the cricket’s voice will also come into the ear. It seems that it is competing with the frog whose voice is louder.
A gentle breeze blew, and a few leaves fell from the sycamore trees in the courtyard, whirling along the ground with the wind. Dry leaves gently rubbed against the cement floor in the breeze, and the leaves that did not fall from the trees were clapping their hands and making loud noises to celebrate their luck that they had not been blown down by the wind.
Accompanied by these soft voices, I began to feel drowsy lying on a bamboo chair. Suddenly, a “squeaky” sound fell into my ear from mid-air, and my intuition told me that it was a bat call again. I suddenly wake up, afraid not to close my eyes, afraid that after falling asleep in the courtyard, bats will come and pick me up. Seeing me tossing and turning on the bamboo chair, my father asked me if I was afraid of the dark. I spoke of my fear. Dad laughed and said, “Silly girl, the bat is so small, how can you pick you up so easily? Besides, don’t you still like Batman?
“Yes, I like Batman very much. Why are you afraid of bats?” After listening to my father’s words, my heart was instantly relieved and I felt no fear at all. I decided to lie in a bamboo chair and have a good dream under the beautiful symphony of this summer night.
Once again, when I was drowsy, the bomber army, mosquitoes, came out. One by one they hovered in my ears, ran over to kiss me at the right time, made me itchy and irritable, and again tossed and turned in a bamboo chair. Mama probably realized the power of the bomber. She got up and took out a mosquito-repellent incense from the room and set it on fire around the bamboo chair. Soon the bombers went out, leaving only some of the more powerful moths fluttering their wings.
At this time, after eating dried fish, the fat cat swayed out of the kitchen. He seemed to have found his growing body. He decided to do a good exercise on this wonderful summer night. It rolled a few times on the hot concrete floor and made a few happy meows. Soon, it found the moths fluttering their wings. It rushed up to eat the dried fish and caught one. After holding the moth with its paw, the cat shouted, let’s see the results of its work. Dogs in the neighbourhood seemed to understand the cat’s barking and cooperated with a couple of barking sounds. A few dogs not far away heard the neighbor’s barking, and they all cooperated in barking a few times.
Now, the voice of summer night is richer. The sound of frogs in the distance, the barking of dogs in the vicinity, the rustle and clatter of leaves… All interwoven together to form the most beautiful symphony of summer night. And our sleepiness, accompanied by the symphony of summer night, is gradually coming.


Last night, I quickly finished my homework, went to bed at nine o’clock, and soon went to sleep. There is a grandfather with a crane and a child, who came to me on a sika deer, and said with awkwardness: “Because you study hard and have great ambitions, I can help you achieve three wishes.”

I did not hesitate to say: “I want to go to the South China Sea to explore the treasure! I want to be an astronaut to meet my sister in the moon palace, I still want to…” Grandpa hand crank Buddha dust, soft voice, only every night Realize a wish, I saw the dust of the Buddha lightly on me, a golden light flashed, I was already in the water. “No, I can’t swim, I won’t drown!” I screamed, but I couldn’t find my hands and feet. I have completely changed into a special fish.

The pale blue waters are clear and bright, and the lobsters, swallows and sea turtles are colorful and refreshing. The plants on the sea floor vary widely. They are various in color, brown, purple, and red… and their shapes are different. You see the sea cucumber in front of the sea slowly moving, a lot of unknown fish shuttle in the grass… How to be so familiar, right, this is not the Nansha sea area. There are two beautiful tropical fish in front that seem to be arguing about something. I slowly swam over and greeted them. They ignored me and continued to argue. One said it was oil, and the other shouted that it was wrong. It was a gold mine. I am busy saying: “Don’t argue, where are you talking about, don’t you understand it in the past?” The two tropical fish, who are not convinced, say in unison: “Okay, then please be a witness. See who is right at the end!” The two of them rushed to the front and walked through a light green sea grass. Their soft bodies clung to the bottom of the sea, swayed back and forth by the waves, and bypassed several coral reefs. This is here! Let’s sink deep and deep under the sea!” Saying, they are like two strings of arrows, shooting at the bottom of the sea, I am busy with it. I don’t know how deep it is. We saw that the color of the sea gradually changed from light blue to black ink, and the visibility was getting lower and lower. The two suddenly stopped and said to me: “We can only swim here, then go down. It’s easy to get lost, we can’t go down.”

I think that I was originally a fish of the gods and grandfathers. Maybe it is stronger than other fish skills, not to mention the task of exploring treasures. Yes, I must go down and see what happens. So I said to them: “Let’s wait, I will go when I go.” I swam without hesitation, the smell of oil became more and more thick, and the dark green liquid was mixed with glittering particles and sparkles. Glittering particles and lumps. I want to take a few more, but I don’t have a hand. I don’t know what to do. I seem to hear the voice of my grandfather: “I don’t want to go back, study science and culture, learn the skills in the future, bring humans to mine. Treasure!”

“Yes, just do it! Just do it!” I shouted happily. “What’s wrong, you dream again!” It was the voice of Dad. I opened my eyes and found myself still lying in bed…

Xiaoshuang’s WeChat circle of friends

“Today, Zhang Nafa’s circle of friends, did you see it?” Zheng Xiaoru asked Xiaoshuang casually.

Although I felt that this was very sudden, Xiao Shuang still took her. “Look, she is really happy in a day!”

“I see her is a day of swaying, it seems that the whole world wants to know what she did.” Zheng Xiao immediately responded, this can make Xiaoshuang do not know how to answer, in Xiaoshuang’s memory Zhang Na is casual, free and easy, and sends a circle of friends to record her mood. It is her own thing. When it comes to Zheng Xiao’s eyes, it becomes everywhere.

See Xiaoshuang no longer snoring, Zheng Xiao seems to feel that his words are a bit awkward, and he gave himself a round and said: “You may not know, now that technology is developed, some people like to send a circle of friends all day long. This, sorrowful, makes us feel like we are always paying attention to them. Why are these trivial things coming out in the circle of friends, who are the ones they sent?” After listening to this, Xiaoshuang did not What to say, but her heart is still slightly affected, I thought: It turned out to be a common circle of friends, maybe the people who sent it did not think so much, but they were regarded as bad intentions by others.

This short conversation brought a lot of shock to Xiao Shuang’s treatment of friends. Sometimes she felt that she wanted to send a circle of friends to express her good mood, but she felt that she had to make a fuss and had to give up.

After that, during the National Day holiday, Xiaoshuang followed his family to the hometown of the country. All the way to see the wild colors that had not been seen for a long time. Excited, he took many recorded photos: fried in a large pot on the stove. A few dishes, I think this situation should be taken a few; add a few firewood to the big stove, and take a few more shots; after dinner, follow a family to the ground to dig sweet potatoes, I feel this situation also You should take a few more shots. When I got home at night, I already had a lot of photos on my mobile phone. So I thought about the wording to be sent to a circle of friends, but I thought about it and quickly deleted it. Often recovered, Xiaoshuang simply went to brush his own WeChat circle of friends, watching a group of photos taken by others on the National Day, flipping over, her subconscious, actually commenting on other people’s photo technology and dressing taste ! Suddenly, Xiao Shuang was ashamed of having such behavior. Under the contradiction, Xiao Shuang couldn’t help but blame Zheng Xiaolai. If she didn’t say anything to herself that day, she wouldn’t be arguing with others now!

On an accidental day, Xiao Shuang finally told her friends about her problems. A friend said: This is already a common problem for contemporary people! Although it is a minority, it will still happen to us. Maybe a lot of people don’t really care if you are in a good mood, or if you are depressed, they will only look at the photos and texts you sent, and think in your heart: such ugly and false things dare to come out. Either just sigh with the people around you: This person usually has nothing to do, not just having a few dollars at home, and knowing to show off his wealth in one day. Hey, now across the screen, sending a circle of friends, most of them will be maliciously swayed, these things must be seen through, how to be happy how happy! People who really care about you will pay attention to you, let those boring people guard the screen to spit you! Under the guidance of a friend, Xiaoshuang seemed to be a lot more comfortable. After going home at night, he took out his mobile phone and sent a circle of photos that he had wanted to send out a long time ago.

After returning to the work unit, Zheng Xiao asked a word: “How does Xiaoshuang like to go to a circle of friends?”

“I think it is my happiest moment when I am in a circle of friends!” Xiao Shuang smiled and replied.

See Zheng Xiao did not speak again, Xiao Shuang seems to have encountered something happy, sent a circle of friends to say: Single music is not as good as the music, to my WeChat circle of friends.

Half-pushing, I went to bed with my father-in-law.

My husband called Xie Youzhi. During the period of our newlyweds, we could still paint like glue, but slowly I found out that he had problems.
He was born short below and could not erect quickly. Every time it took a long time to harden. There was probably only one finger at most, and the soft one never lasted.
Basically, every time he would let me lie in bed, touch my plump chest, climb onto my body, and help himself find the right place to put his little Ding in.
When he came in, I felt hot and dry all over, but the hot and dry had not disappeared, or was in the momentum, he left a warm thing in it, so that my desire was up and down, it was difficult to eliminate the blush on my face.
I am a conservative woman in everyone’s eyes, but my body is very sensitive. If I was pinched by my husband’s chest or touched my leg, I would react immediately. He can’t satisfy me at all.
Apart from that, our feelings are very harmonious.
The first time he had a relationship with a stranger was the night after a week’s business trip.
Our house is rented. In a dilapidated area, there is no balcony on the second floor. It’s hot in summer. We have to open windows to cool down. Otherwise, it’s like a big steamer.
I didn’t expect that because I didn’t close the window, a strange man climbed in.
At about 2 a.m., I felt very heavy in my dream. It seemed that a pair of hands were touching my chest. There were waves of numbness on the heavy white fruits, as if they were held tightly, loosened and held tightly by a man.
I have not been touched by my husband for a long time. I am eager to be caressed by men. In my sleep, my breathing becomes strong. The primitive desire of my body makes me begin to cater to the brutality of my hands.
His fingers skillfully walked up my flat stomach and kneaded gently between my legs and across the inside of the small body. I immediately raised my waist unconsciously, and there seemed to be a warm current overflowing in my body. At that time, the inside of the small body was slowly faded.
Suddenly, I realized that something was wrong. I grabbed the inside of the fly, but I grabbed a big rough hand.
Suddenly, I was woken up and saw a man riding on me. It was dark in the room. I could not see his face clearly, but I could vaguely see a strong body.
When I woke up, the other party seemed to be startled, but did not make a sound. A big hand blocked my mouth, and the naked man lay down on me.
Strong pectoral muscles pressed on my chest, his chest was flat, he rubbed hard, I feel there is a tight bondage in the full.
As he touched my chest, he covered my mouth and spoke in my ear, “Don’t shout, if you do, everyone here knows it!” I’ll leave when I’m done. I’ll never hurt you! “
Hearing his promise, I nodded quickly.
Many reports have said that a man who does not do business enters the house to steal, sees the hostess sleeping, and then rapes the hostess hand in hand. If he fails, he will extinguish his mouth. I’m afraid, coupled with the poor public security here, I can hardly resist, I just hope he can go quickly.
When he saw me nodding, he immediately released his hand, gripped my lip with hunger and thirst, and ravaged it severely. His tongue poured directly into my mouth, licked my teeth, and skillfully stirred my tongue.
I couldn’t push him, and his hand kept holding the place where I was shy to open my mouth. If he only increased his strength a little, I would feel like losing my strength.
Suddenly he saw through my falseness and mocked me with dirty words, “You are the most sensitive woman I have ever seen. I really want it, please! “
“There’s money in the closet. Don’t do that. I have a husband! “I begged, but I saw him shake his head.
Immediately he gave me a head-on with his own bottom, which stimulated me almost to shout out, I was afraid of being heard by the neighbors to tell my husband, frightened me to restrain.
“Money I want, people want, don’t scream or kill you! “
I was afraid to be found out that a man ran into my house at night and did this to me. I dared not speak up and shook my head desperately, but he was buried under me, burning me in the heat, rubbing against me.
My body immediately collapsed without struggle. In fact, he played a trick on me in his dream for a long time. I was already wet.
He saw me so sensitive that he grabbed me by one hand and put me on his male part.
As soon as I touched it, I was stunned, hard and thick, and even a little hot.
God, it’s so terrible. It’s the first time I’ve touched a man other than my husband. Compared with Xie Youzhi, it’s like heaven and earth. My hand is forced to grasp the end by him, just like holding a fire stick.
He grabbed my hand and stroked it from top to bottom. It was three times bigger than my husband’s. He could not hold both hands. Especially, the top was like a round egg, and some sticky liquid was sticking to my hand.
“Do you want me to come in? “
I held it there, my whole body was like a fire, the last trace of reason was almost gone, and even I had a very shameful idea. My husband never filled my body, but what kind of feeling would it be if he put his things in it?
I didn’t dare to say what I thought, because I knew that the man in front of me was not my husband, but a very strange man. Shame and moral restraint made me hard to speak of.
When he saw that I had not answered, he simply stopped saying anything and pushed his huge things in, adding the original lubrication to make him unobstructed.
This ferocious moment, I could not control the whisper out, like a baby crying, inside and outside with comfort.
My husband has never filled me up, it is an unprecedented feeling, he directly into the ocean that pushed me instantly into lust, the feeling of full is very beautiful.
He didn’t give me a chance to react at all. The wild action made me suffocate with him. Maybe it was too exciting for me and him. He didn’t do any tricks. He just made the most primitive cultivation and cultivation of human beings, like a horsepower pile driver, which filled the room with the taste of hormones.
I gritted my teeth tightly, but still could not resist the pleasure of waves from the tail vertebrae slapping me, gradually the instinct of the body was mobilized, even the last sense of shame was abandoned, with all his movements.
He worked hard for a long time, and that lasting, unprecedented comfort soon pushed me to the top of the wave, blindly wanting to get this crazy pleasure.
I hugged his thick back and scratched his finger on his back. At this time I felt his reaction became fierce.
I realized the dangerous signal. “No, my husband hasn’t come back for a long time. I’m not afraid of pregnancy during the safe period!” “
But he turned a deaf ear to what I said, and then he poured hot magma into it. From marriage to now, I’ve never been as exciting as I am now. At this moment, I don’t know how many times I’ve fallen into a brief coma.
“Ah… “The trembling voice came out of my voice, and when he left my body, I had a feeling that my body was hollowed out.
The man looked at me motionless and quickly put on his clothes and climbed out of the window.
And I lay in bed, sweaty and fragrant. After a while, I touched my lower body with my hand. The weed was sticky and covered with a mixture. It was very messy.
The aftertaste lasted for a long time. The depression accumulated in that area since the marriage was wiped out and the release was clean. But immediately I became nervous again. What if I became pregnant? I can’t explain to my husband…
But this night I slept very well, that is after being satisfied with the physical and mental pleasure, there are always two vague ideas in my mind, one is to do with a strange man behind his husband, and I actually did not resist, the other idea is to feel such crazy love once again…

Life is like this.


I saw Ruome again in the summer of 2003. On the chaotic train station, when I got off the train, I saw the woman in a red dress with a long red hair hanging down to the waist and smiling at me. We didn’t talk, just watched for a long time. I saw her exquisite dressing dressing up her beautiful dress. She also looked at my desolateness and didn’t speak. We are familiar and unfamiliar.
I sat behind her with her car. Looking at the expensive items in the car, my heart was blocked very badly. One of my shirts was bought two years ago. The jeans on my legs also broke several holes. I looked at the woman who used to be with me. Elegant, looking at the charm of her maturity. My teeth are not consciously groaning. I hate it all the time. I hate this woman who has gone to pay for me. What is even more abominable is that she is better than I thought, and it is a lot better than many times. .


I am a wandering writer. To say that it is a writer, in fact, it is just a code word. I only published a few articles in magazines across the country, so I am poor. It was poverty that most people could not imagine. When I was the poorest, I only had 5 cents left in my pocket. At that time, I had not eaten a meal. However, I still persisted. All along, I am doing a dream, a dream about literature. Many of my things can’t be understood by others. They think that I live by words like a poor dog, but they don’t know, I am humble. I firmly believe that my words will somebody understand someday, and some people will understand what I am writing, but I don’t know if I can wait until that day. Because many literati are only paying attention to his words after death. Based on this idea, I used to have the idea of ​​suicide. I think as long as I am dead, there will be more people to pay attention to my words. It is also because of this thought that I met today’s Ruomei.
I wrote on the BBS: Others say that we are just a group of madmen with pens, we don’t understand life, we are just playing with life. They always think that we imagine the world very simple, but I have to tell them that they are all wrong. We have our own unique sensitivity. We use words to write our opinions. Maybe we don’t understand politics, but we have to express one hundred times more profound than politics. Just how many people can see it? How many people can understand? Life is really helpless. No matter how hard we try, we can’t reach the place we booked. We walked forward and walked, but we didn’t know why we were moving forward. Human beings are sad, living in their own sorrow to create the sorrow of others. If one day, I don’t want to be sad anymore, then I will choose to end this sorrow by hand. If life is a play, then no one will be the winner.
When I went online the next day, I saw the message named Ruomei: Maybe the world is not as beautiful as we think, but we are still working hard to make ourselves better. I believe in this world and believe in everyone. Will work hard to believe in this world. We are not making sorrow, but you are blinded by sorrow, you can’t see the beauty of this world, then please let me take you out of your sorrow and return you a clear sky.
I laugh. Laughing at her ignorance, laughing at her arrogance, and laughing at her own embarrassment. In fact, I don’t understand myself, but I have been suppressing myself. I tied my soul with words.
We started to contact by mail. Her words are light and beautiful, and they are poetic. My words are decadent and arrogant, but we always have a lot to say together, we wander through the Internet like the elves sucking in the night. We talked a lot, she talked about her love, her life, her friend. And I have been talking about the people and things I encountered in my wanderings, and my confusion. I told her that she was not surprised when I wanted to commit suicide. Just saying: I have already discovered it when I look at your text. I am just curious, what kind of desperation will have such an idea, but you are a special person. Although you hate the world, you are alive and well. Even if you want to die, it’s just to compete with life, so I know that you won’t end your life so easily. You are more passionate about life than anyone else, love your words, and you are a rebellious person in your bones.
When I heard these words, I laughed again and was very open-minded. I was thinking, finally someone knows me. Even a thorough understanding than myself.

We decided to meet up after three months of understanding.
I went to the city where she was, and called her to pick me up. I called for the first time on her phone. I heard the soft and soft female voice inside. I was imagining what kind of woman is this? Leaning against the railing next to the train station, I stared at the sky and suddenly felt that life could be so beautiful.
Hello, I am Ruomei. A female voice, behind my back, is very awkward, but very comfortable. I silently counted three times in my heart, turned around, smiled, smiled hard, and the sunset was long and long behind me.
I looked at the woman who was like a water in front of her eyes. Her long hair was hanging between her waist. The small lips were like the inlaid under the handsome nose. It looked almost exactly the same as I imagined. I said, I have the sensitivity that ordinary people don’t have, including for women, I guess, there must be a story between us, or I expect a story with such a beautiful, intelligent woman.
Hello, I am a philosopher.
I know. She raised an eyebrow. The posture you look at the sky is a gesture that is eager to fly. Your eyes are not actually closed. You are only measuring the height of the sky in the city and whether it is conducive to your flight conditions.
Looking at her clear eyes, I suddenly felt that maybe I could find a sky that belongs to me in this city.

I didn’t bring my luggage, because I don’t have any luggage, I can only take my words and my thoughts. I settled down in the small room where Ruomei rented. Every day she went to work, I was at home. In the evening she went home, I cooked for her to eat, never had such a comfortable day, I don’t know what it’s like this time, but I actually feel that there is a kind of warmth flowing between us and seeing her happiness. After drinking the soup I cooked, I saw her gentle around me, watching her little bird cuddling with me, watching her bleak face after falling asleep at night. There is a kind of thing that has been filled in the chest like overflowing. I have never understood what this strange feeling is. Until many years later, I realized that it was the happiness I have been pursuing. However, maybe happiness can’t be pre-emptive. I overdraw the happiness of this life, but I don’t know, so I am destined to pay for the happiness that I have lost with the life of vain.
Ruomei is a waitress at a hotel. It’s really just a clean waiter, but in this society, the waiter is already synonymous with the third industry practitioners. Ruomei is very sad, because there are often people who are cheap, but they have a mouth to speak, and they can’t say it. Every time I saw her tears, I was very distressed. I always said, don’t do it. If Rumei refuses to answer me, she insists that we all understand that she does not go to work, we have to starve to death, I am not a person who is willing to compromise easily, or that I am too stubborn to stubborn. I always insist on writing, I have never given up on my dream of literature. I think I can’t give her the life she wants. More understanding, more care, can’t compare with the reality of money, and I can never give her money.
We started the quarrel. She hoped that I would go out and find a serious job. In other words, in her eyes, the words that were so valued were already unfair. We are not wrong, I believe in my persistence, she insists on her stubbornness, but life has opened us a big joke. After all, we are just vulgar people, and we can’t escape the arrangement of life.
I didn’t take anything when I left, because I have nothing to take away. When I came, I didn’t expect that I would stay in this city for a year. I think this year will be the most in my life. A full time, because this year I have a woman besides the text. A woman I have been worried about for a year, although she has been lying down on the guy who is full of odor, but I still believe that I loved her, but I loved it, although I never told her. This is my love, one person, it will be good to stay in my heart. I can’t give her the life she wants, why bother to torture her?
Putting her away is also letting myself go.


I started my wandering life again. I took my words and left my soul in Ruome. I started to write novels, and every novel can see the shadow of Ruome. Her smile, her tears, her tenderness, her stubbornness, her final compromise, I put such a woman into my text one by one. My protagonist is always around this woman who has been with me for a year. After all, I can’t forget her. I use words to commemorate our love, or our support. However, I vented in the words, and I was painfully entangled in the words. No one understood what kind of painful pain it was.
I started to move around in various cities and I was looking for a balanced way. People are greedy animals, always looking forward to something better when they have it. I wandered on the edge of the darkness, like a beast that couldn’t find an exit, rambling in the dark until I was still bruised. I licked my wound and fell asleep in pain.
I started smoking, drinking, and even started to linger all night in the street all night. The people I have most despised before are such people. I feel that such people have no dreams and no pursuit. But I am pursuing my literature and pursuing my dreams. I left my important things while I was searching. I suddenly felt very tired. It was not physical, but spiritual. I began to feel that I was doing something wrong. I gave up such a woman and gave up that life. Is it really worth it?
I am born to be a stubborn person. Even if it is really decadent, even if I give up, I still stubbornly humble my pride. I sat on the side of the road and slept against the streetlights. The wind of October is blown on the body, as if to cut the skin. And I only wore a short sleeve, and the wine last night made me not slow down. The number of people coming and going is getting more and more. I can hear a lot of people talking about my voice. However, I have no energy to manage this. My hair is very messy, just like my thinking. I think that the three things people often do in this life are: self-deception, deception, and being deceived. And now I am in a state of self-deception. I try to convince myself that sitting here is no big deal. It doesn’t just affect the appearance of the city. Isn’t it being a neuropathy? They don’t just look at me with contempt. They looked at me like a monkey. Did you know that I closed my eyes and looked at them like a group of monkeys?
A small hand swayed in front of my eyes: wake up, wake up.
The tender child voice made me have to open my eyes. I saw a little girl about five years old with two small braids on her head. The face was red and red, and the big, watery eyes were watching me with concern. Suddenly there was a touch of emotion, and I feel that there will still be people in the world who care about me. I reached out and tried to touch her cute little face, but the excitement of the women around me made me retract my hand. I don’t want to create too much confusion. I looked at her: Is there something?
The sound is unusually mild, and the arrogance of the past is changed.
This, for you to eat. The little girl tried to put the bread in her hand in my hand. I smelled the cream on the bread and the taste of the baby cream used on the little girl. I looked at her, began to smile, and smiled hard.
I took the bread and ate it. I was thinking that this child must treat me as a homeless beggar. But what about it? I was homeless, and the rented house has already expired. The landlord’s wife is dying every day to remind me to pay the rent, and I have no money on it. It’s really gone, there is no penny. It is. However, I met a kind child like this in the first freeze. Is this the hope of life?
The little girl sat down beside me and watched me eat a whole loaf of bread without speaking. Both eyes have been squatting on me, saying: Uncle, what are you doing, are you not cold? Why are you not happy?
Uncle is not unhappy, just frustrated, understand?
I don’t understand, but uncle, your eyes are very red, you must have cried, who is bullying you?
I looked at this innocent child and told her seriously: no one can bully the uncle, the uncle himself bullied himself, whether you can understand it, you must remember later, you must not deceive yourself, if you can, choose Believe in this world, understand? This way you can grow up happily and happy, just like your uncle.
Looking at her, she seemed to understand and nod. I got up and left, and I wiped my face casually. I actually forgot that I cried last night.


That bread made me understand a lot of things. It is like a beam of light on my body, going home, I quickly wrote down all this with the computer, and the beautiful and lovely little girl, I think they will be the things that need to be treasured in my life, I will never forget it. On a cold morning, a little girl gave her fresh bread to the story of a lonely tramp. I have never written such warm and lyrical words, but in this text, I have found happiness that has disappeared for a long time.
The Internet is really a strange good thing. You try to spread the seeds of enthusiasm in this strange land. It can’t always bear fruit, and your unintentional actions may bring great repercussions. I think this is a matter of planting flowers and flowers. The story of the little girl quickly caused an uproar on the Internet, and many people followed in the post. Because many people have forgotten this wonderful thing, everyone is jealous in front of this little girl. We have forgotten the beauty we have had, how many people can she do?
This text also brought benefits to me. At the beginning, more people paid attention to my text. An editor’s friend told me that I have never found anyone who insists on you. The words of those people who used to watch them are always sick. However, your text is different. Let us think that we should reflect on it. What kind of attitude should we hold for the text?
A lot of my text was put on top of the major newspapers and magazines, along with my decadent image.
I think this little girl must have been sent to help me. Because of her, I began to feel that my literary dream is slowly being realized step by step. I started to find a publisher, and I wanted to publish a book for me. I finally found my way in the dark. No longer sinking, no longer embarrassing, always moving forward, always.
My book came out very quickly, and the reaction was very strong. They called me a rebellious writer who was at the cutting edge of the times. Every day, many readers sent letters. But people who are so lazy as I have never read their letters carefully, I have always been such a arrogant person. I watched my book sell big, but my mood was never implemented. It didn’t seem to be what I wanted. Being famous is not so important to me. The only benefit to me is money. I can be upright. Out of those big restaurants, those big restaurants, I don’t have to worry about not having instant noodles. I can concentrate on writing, but I can’t always find the passion I used to write. After all, I was softened in my life, and I was deceived by other forms of life. I started to fear, afraid to continue this way, I will become no longer me.