In the past, I wrote as I pleased, I wrote when I wanted, and I didn't write if I didn't want to. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is also because of this, there is a lot of time in a daze but could have been used to write.

So, when I was still in that country, I set myself a goal every week, to write a few articles a week, to read a few pages a week, to draw a few pictures a week......

Later, a problem was discovered. That is, I can't achieve my goal every week. In addition to the reason that there are too many goals, there is also the influence of mood.

However, I know that these are just the embodiment of "laziness". So, I didn't let my goals for the next week decrease because I didn't complete the goals for the current week, but kept accumulating.

Laziness is terrible, and if you are soft-hearted, it will gain a step forward. In the end, there will be no retreat.

So, if I was going to catch up with my goal for the week, I would have to write fifteen more articles.

That's why sometimes I write a lot and sometimes I draw a lot, but it's just filling in the holes.

But from the side, the goal I set can be accomplished quickly with a little more patience. It's like a certain time, in 24 hours, five articles were written, and besides, it can be continued. What does this prove? It proves that it is not that I am too demanding of myself, but that I am too lazy!

"Three days of fishing, two days of drying nets" is very corrosive to people's spirits, so since no one can control me, I can only force myself.

Freedom is indeed my great love! It's just that too much freedom will make me more and more lost, more and more lazy, and I still need a little restraint to stabilize the situation. Relative freedom, a little more reasonable.

In fact, it makes sense that "there is a specialization in the art industry". I also really want to focus on one of the areas of the spiritual world, but I find it difficult! My heart likes to mix multiple flavors, which also means that it is difficult for me to have one of the spiritual realms that is very prominent.

There is also the possibility that it is more greedy and crazy, and very difficult. Of course, to do this, laziness is absolutely indispensable. Not only can we not be lazy, but we must also work very, very hard! These high-intensity efforts are not something that can be achieved by just talking! They are really investing in ......

I prefer the second option, but I don't try hard enough. So I need to force myself......

However, does coercion, really work?

On my balcony, there is a bean tree. Its main vine is already wrapping upwards, but I want it to wrap horizontally across the width of my balcony, then one layer higher, then horizontally, one layer higher, and so on.

However, the characteristic of the main vine is that it rises every day.

When I opened the main vine little by little, it wrapped horizontally around the iron railing, and after a while, I found that it still wound upwards. That's its nature, and it's harder to change it by external forces.

However, just because it's hard to change doesn't mean it's impossible.

As long as you wait for the main vine to wrap a little higher, and then wrap it horizontally around the iron fence for a distance, then it will slowly wrap around the iron fence as well. Even though it still wraps up, every time it gets to a certain height, I let it wrap horizontally around the bars for a distance until it reaches the very edge of my balcony. Anyway, let it wrap around in the direction I'm directing.

If the main vine represents my original mind, and I am constantly changing the direction of the main vine, I am a rational being. If I want the beans to grow differently on the balcony, then the main vine has to be wound in the direction I want.

If you want to change the world, you must first change yourself. Changing yourself is hard, but it's not impossible.

The main vine in the night is beautifully wound in the moonlight......

Time goes on.

It's been a year since I've touched a basketball, let alone how it feels to play it.

Basketball, since I fell in love with it in high school, has become one of my favorite sports.

Well, hit it! shoot it! Cast it!

When I passed by the basketball court and saw some "happy elves" with youthful smiles playing basketball to their heart's content, the feeling made me miss the scene when I used to play basketball alone at night when I was in college......

So, I bought a basketball.

One morning, before the alarm clock was ringing, I showed up on a nearby basketball court with a new basketball and a boy of my own.

Under a sky, a person, a basketball, a soul hidden in the heart.

Quietly, quietly, so nostalgic feeling.

I was a little excited, but also a little uncomfortable, after all, I hadn't played basketball in a long time, and I didn't know how my shooting touch had become.

Sure enough, just a few steps below the basket, I threw three threes in a row.

Time stole my basketball touch......

I hadn't played for so long, and I had no sense of how hard it was going to be from each shooting position to the basket. Therefore, you should do what you like often, and even if you don't have time to do it, you should occasionally find time to reminisce. Otherwise, the brain will easily forget about it.

After that, I went back to learning to play basketball, little by little, in the corresponding position, to find the familiar shooting feeling.

Although it took a little time, the soul of the basketball player was awakened by me!

The three-point shot I didn't make it to the basket, but I could clearly see that the basketball I threw flew straight and didn't deflect too much.

When I was playing basketball at night when I was in college, I would usually give myself a shooting task, which was how many shots I had to make before I could go.

When I first started learning to play basketball, my shooting was still in the exploratory stage, that is, I hadn't found my own shooting feeling. At that time, I gave myself a task: to make a hundred goals to go back to the dormitory.

I remember going to the basketball court at 8 p.m. and didn't go back to my dorm until midnight the next morning.

It took me four hours to make a 100 hard shots. Because everything is difficult at the beginning, that's how it is.

After that time, I gradually got my own shooting feeling.

By the time it was crazy, I could shoot 300 balls in two hours and jump at any position I received the ball or go to the basket at any point. What I particularly like is that I have a whole basketball court and go back and forth by myself to make a fast break layup. That back-and-forth fast break in the night was the fastest I thought I could dribble. At that time, some students who passed by said to me: "Wow! You are so amazing!"

It's just that my basketball is lonely. Because, I don't know how to play, I just practice shooting by myself, and I find the joy I want from it.

On that day, I wanted to give myself a task: to score 100 balls before I could return to the "heart world".

However, considering that this is not appropriate, it is good to forget it and just throw sixty-six goals.

The reason for the inappropriateness: I accidentally stayed up all night, didn't eat breakfast, didn't bring water with me, and the fatigue caused by climbing the mountain a few days ago had not been completely taken off.

By the time I threw the 60th goal, my shirt was almost completely wet, and I was already able to wring out a lot of sweat. My hair was all wet, too, and the beads of sweat on my bangs would slip down my eyes, full of saltiness. Breathing also becomes very rapid and dry.

As my body, it was really suffering. It feels like I've been inadvertently torturing it all along. I just wanted to do what I wanted, but I didn't think about whether it could handle it.

In the case of not having enough to eat, not enough to drink, and not enough to sleep, it is necessary to consume a lot of physical strength. Like, it's too cruel......

When he threw the sixty-sixth ball, his body was tired, but he was also filled with a sense of joy. And that feeling of happiness has been gone for a few years......

Perhaps, happiness is only mine, and exhaustion is the body's ......

One day, I was so selfish that I didn't even care about my body, but my body sang and comforted me in turn.

I asked why it was so nice to me.

It didn't speak, it just wanted to drink water.

So, I went buy the water it likes to drink......

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