At that time, after watching "Kung Fu Panda 3", I began to think about a classic question: Who am I?

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Well, who am I?

Perhaps, many people have been thinking about this question all their lives and have never had an answer. Perhaps, there are many people who have never thought about this question in their lives, but they have lived the answer without knowing it.

I went to the "March Wind" again, and the "March Wind" in the evening felt so refreshing!

I hadn't started running yet, I was watching the people on the field......

Who are those little ones?

It's just a child, so it's playing, it's playing.

Who are those old people?

It's the old man, so he's taking a leisurely walk and exercising.

It seems to be so, and it seems that it is not.

Suddenly, I saw a boy who was walking a little strangely. He may have a physical ailment and walks on tiptoe.

However, looking at him, there is a kind of emotion.

Although his body is not as healthy as others and he can't run, he also tries hard to walk his every step on the track he chooses, not caring about the eyes of others.

Isn't this just about being yourself?

There is also a girl who has been running on the track at the far end of the sports field, and she has been running for a long time, and the speed is not slow. Is it for weight loss, or is it for exercise? It doesn't matter, however, but she's trying hard to run the track she chose.

Isn't this just hard work?

If there are difficulties that hinder you, what kind of attitude should you use to deal with them?

Early the next morning, I rode the "Little Perfect" to the "March Wind", I was thinking of running, but I didn't expect the rain to come.

At that time, I hurried to shelter from the rain under the tree, as if to avoid difficulties. After all, I didn't bring an umbrella.

But I saw three images......

The first scene: a group of people without umbrellas huddled under the gazebo to take shelter from the rain.

The second picture: some people with umbrellas running and strolling on the sports field.

The third scene: a girl spreads her hands in the heavy rain for another girl to take a photo. Or you can also say that you take pictures of each other in the rain.

When I saw the first picture, I didn't feel like I wanted to squeeze in, it wasn't for me.

When I saw the second image, I sighed that I didn't have an umbrella with me.

When I saw the third image, I began to reflect on whether I was missing something.

Why were those two girls so intoxicated to take pictures in the rain? Maybe it was because they didn't have to go to work...... However, they are not the only ones who don't have to go to work.

The people in the first and second pictures don't have to go to work, so why can't they get drenched in the rain?

If the rain is difficult, if the gazebo is a backer that can be avoided, if the umbrella is a weapon to overcome difficulties, if you don't have an umbrella, only the gazebo full of people who shelter from the rain in front of you, how will you choose?

Do you just make do and squeeze in and blindly wait for the rain to stop, or do you continue to walk in your own direction in the rain?

Finally, I rode the "Little Perfect" back in heavy rain.

It was a very exciting process!

If you ride a bicycle with an umbrella or a raincoat, you won't get wet, but you will ride slowly. When it's raining and you don't care about anything, you can ride fast. It's just that it needs to come at the cost of getting wet.

When the body is completely immersed in the heavy rain, I find that not only will I not be repulsed, but I will also enjoy it.

If you don't want to take shelter in the heavy rain, then enjoy it in the heavy rain!

When I rode the "Little Perfect" and was speeding forward in the heavy rain, I was different on the road, but there was only one me!

Who am I?

I am moving towards my dreams and following my own path.

Time goes on.

In the past, I had less scruples about writing Dongdong, and I didn't care much about the number of words. But now, it seems to have fallen into a pattern of word counts - the number of words can be too much, not less.

Generally, I am required to write at least 1,000 words each time, otherwise, I will feel very strange in my heart. However, the original intention of writing is not the number of words, but the natural and comfortable expression of inner thoughts and feelings.

Perhaps, if you walk a road for a long time, you will be lost unconsciously......

I feel that I have persisted the longest, and the only one is to write. Since 2014, I like to write Dongdong, although I don't write every day, but at least there is a part of the output every month. It's also something I can use to encourage myself to keep going.

Lost because you've been holding on for a long time?

I do not know......

In fact, I am like a frog at the bottom of a well, sitting in a well and watching the sky. In the past, when I had just finished writing the first draft of "The Girls I Liked" of about 160,000 words, I thought that I had written a lot of words, so I was always complacent. But when I looked at it, I felt so small. What is the concept of a novel of more than six million words, and what is the concept of three or four thousand words per chapter?

The inner world becomes smaller and smaller the more it turns......

Suddenly I thought, what is the point of writing about something, just for the number of words? Isn't there a deeper meaning?

-- Dreams. Writing is part of my dream.

-- What about the number of words? It's part of my dream.

-- However, none of what I wrote was a novel, and I couldn't publish it.

――If the conditions in the future allow, then print them out yourself, make your own book, and collect them.

Yourself, or will help yourself speak.

I will still tell myself that I am not lost, but that I deliberately let myself be "lost" because of my low self-esteem.

Himself, or 2B optimistic self.

Don't look at what you don't have, look at what you have.

No, if you work hard and are born lucky, you will have it sooner or later. If you don't cherish what you have, even if you are born lucky, you may lose it and never get it back.

I went to the "March Wind" again. Again, it was because I went to the "March Wind" for the second time that night.

The first time I went to "March Wind" that night, I drove my three sisters there in an electric car. It feels good.

The second time I went to the "March Wind" that night, I rode the "Little Perfect" there. It feels lonely.

Because, for some reason, I saw a lot of couples that night. The glittering couple set off my unusual loneliness.

When I'm lonely, I think:

When will I have her to go for a run or walk with me?

When will there be a woman to accompany me while eating snacks and watching dramas;

When will I have a woman to read quietly with me?

When will I have a woman to sing or listen to songs with me;

When will there be a woman to paint with me or to quietly admire my paintings?

When will she dance with me or watch me dance?

When will there be a woman to accompany me on a small trip, take pictures together, and play together;

When will she ride with me for a ride;

When will there be a woman to cook with me or teach me how to cook?

When will I have her with me......

As long as there is one of them, I think, I will feel very happy. However, it seems to be far away from me.

Still, I will say - don't look at what you don't have, look at what you have.

That night, under the lights of the sports field, the three sisters pulled me to take a selfie in front of many people, which was quite like a couple. Of course, this is in the eyes of others.

That's a joy!

Sometimes I think about what if one day, I learned to write a novel......

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