(Essay Series)

Break straight in.

Gog's Erlang leg fell down in fright.

Lu Yuanlin threw the document in his hand onto Gaoge's desktop with a dark face, and swept it away.

"Yo, as for it?" Gog stepped back, dodging the object.

"As for it? You still have the face to ask me. He approached suddenly, and Gog subconsciously wanted to get under the table, and he quickly grabbed the back collar with his eyes.

"You know what? I finally raised her body better, a little meaty, and it doesn't look so small and pitiful. You're good, I'm on a business trip for a week, and you let her go back to before liberation! ”

Seeing that his brows were furrowed more and more tightly, Gao Ge's cold sweat was coming out of him, and it was the first time he had seen him so angry.

"Sixth, you're going too far, what's wrong with me? Won't you just do what you tell me to do?"

Gog was still smiling, looking at Gog, he was even more angry in his heart. "As I command? Heh, that's why you let her stay up late to play e-sports, strengthen training during the day, and don't exceed 72 hours when you look at each other, I ordered her?"

This...... Su Siyi shouldn't have told him, Gao Ge swallowed his saliva, it must have been those little boys who added fuel and vinegar.

"No, I didn't, I let her rest on time, are you mistaken, the source of the problem is not me."

He put his face on Gog, didn't blink as often, and let go of his hand, "I won't spare you either." ”

"Why?" Gog saw him go away, and this is still his business! "You didn't take good care of my woman." Blame him!

He drove all the way back to the practice room and immediately called up the monitor.

Seeing that several big men came to Su Siyi and almost beat her, Su Siyi seemed to promise and wrote a piece of paper to those people. Then, she began to practice lifelessly, playing games, skipping food, only bread and water, for a whole week, without leaving the door of the practice room.

What is there to spoil herself like this?

Back at home, Su Siyi was still sleeping, and he shook her hands and feet, all of which were cold and cold.

Su Siyi, what are you hiding from me?

What don't you want me to help with?

He was inexplicably a little frustrated, irritable for no reason, Su Siyi turned over and faced him.

I used to think she was thin, pinched her face without meat, and felt bad, so she was full and slept well, and it took half a year to grow fat and lose it.

Su Siyi also said of him, "Others wish their girlfriend was good-looking and thin, but you raised me to be fat and not afraid of people's jokes." ”

He hugged Su Siyi in his arms, rubbed her little head, and said with a smile, "It's not good-looking, what's so beautiful about being thin, and I don't fall in love with a bone." ”

"What are you laughing at when you're looking at me?" Su Siyi looked at him wistfully, and his smile instantly stopped.

Seeing him change his face, Su Si lifted the quilt to cover his head and fell asleep, he was pulled down, and looked at him slowly with resentment, his face was expressionless, "It will break the phase, don't sleep with your head covered in the cold." "And you're still sitting on the floor?" Come up. Su Si glanced at him and said angrily.

"I'm cold, you cover it." He tuck the quilt for her.

"I can't warm the bed, why don't you warm it for me?" Su Siyi turned his face away with some grievances.

He got into the quilt without saying a word, but it was actually warm, Su Siyi hugged him, "It's still warm in your arms." He rubbed between his necks.

"Seoul at -10 degrees Celsius"

At the beginning of the day, the cold winter is coming. The first snow covers Seoul, and the hustle and bustle of the city becomes a pale scroll. It's like a sinking desert island.

When they pushed open the door of the convenience store, the cold wind passed by their feet, and they tried to rush in to take advantage of the warm space, but the door covered them and blocked them. The heating greeted me from the very beginning, wrapping my whole body and melting the cold current. Sitting in front of the window waiting for the steaming ramen, I looked up to see the ice flowers clinging to the window, leaving a tear-stained mark after a long time. Through the glass, I could see clearly the pedestrians who were in a hurry to go home, shrunk back, eager for warmth. What is unique is that the girl in the white wedding dress walks slowly and dejectedly, and the cold wind cuts over her weak shoulders like a cold weapon, as if polishing the contours of her body. The messy brown hair always gave a bleak beauty, her look of pity was distressing, and her cold heart had no temperature. This is winter, it doesn't look beautiful, but there is a hint of coolness in my heart, and I lament the desolate scene alone.

When I came out of the convenience store, my hands were clenched into my pockets, and the thick snow under my feet was too soft, as if I had tasted the joy of marshmallow for the first time, and I almost fell into the gentle trap that I couldn't escape.

No matter how cold the world is, the bleak scenery, and the cool mood, I will be infected by her smile. The red scarf embellishes the lonely scene with bright colors, the corners of the mouth are raised and outlined when smiling, and the crooked smiling eyes seem to speak, touching the soft position in the depths of the heart. She hugged me tightly as she took up all my mood, her clear and burning heartbeat beating against my eardrums.

In Seoul at minus 10 degrees, the gray sky makes people feel down, but her smile is bare and sincere.

"My Madness"

I'm a hopelessly insane, self-defeating, self-pitying. I've always looked down on myself, my eyes are high, and I'm cranky......

I'm a little tired, tired, slacking off, I'm afraid I'm going to go crazy.

If I'm a fool, I think, maybe I'm not crazy! Many people say that a fool can't be a madman, and that neuropathy also needs smart people to do it.

I guess I'm the one who talks like a man, and I'm finally wandering half-crazy and half-stupid grounding like I'm crazy.

I thought, think a little less! Moving bricks and plastering in a reluctantly stable manner...... But I am not willing to be a person with developed limbs. I can't find the answer, who can give me the answer. My annoyance comes from not going to work today, so is there time to go crazy again?

How are you doing at work? Earning money to support your family, tired is tired, if you like it, it's really good. However, after more than five years, I slowly don't like it so much!

It's meant to be! I, who is mediocre but unwilling to be mediocre, actually thinks that I am a genius and a ...... I think I'm having a fantasy again. For decades, each time it was itself that came out of the pain. Including depression under constant stress in those years and so on. I know that I don't have that lingering inexplicable sadness in my heart now, and I say goodbye. However, as I like to think, I am destined to be unable to escape the ignorance of losing my way and losing myself.

I am not smart enough to be quiet enough to poison thousands of books in order to find out. I'm not stupid enough to stop thinking and exploring life. My contradictory thinking, my logical thinking, critical thinking, dialectical thinking, etc. It's the talent and ability to drive yourself crazy.

I'm a guy with the ability to think and can be strong. But just lying in bed, looking at the phone, a small video, a comment, and so on. Why, do I always see that other people's opinions are not one-sided?

I know that no one is perfect in the world, no. But I can't help but want to understand the past and future of mankind, and I want to know more. But I don't read much, and I'm not systematic, so it's chaotic after all. Moreover, he feels that the opinions of those experts and professors are just the words of one family, and belong to his own personal biases, and even if they can be recognized by the public, they may not be correct.

I like to get to the bottom of things. I love to think, and I am annoyed that I can't be a dwarf who knows and acts, and even acts. I have low self-esteem, and I don't seem to have completely gotten rid of it for decades. It's just that when I was a child, it was serious, and when I grew up, it was a little better.

For growing up, looking at the people around me is very naïve, I don't like to live too superficially, I like to be profound. If only I could really be erudite.

I hope to calm down and read more and understand more. And I, after all, can't see a glimmer of hope!

I think that when I write this short article, my mental health is once again worried!

"Love is in the Catastrophe"

Some people say that love is a catastrophe. Maybe once upon a time, you never believed in any heartbeat, until one day, you met someone, and all the freedom disappeared, leaving only a blushing heartbeat and restlessness.

Because he likes it, you are plain-faced, and you are not used to wearing makeup; Because he likes it, you like to laugh out loud, and you become silent; Because he likes it, you try to change yourself as much as possible, but in the end, you still can't keep his liking.

We are all like this, we could live freely and without scruples, but we disguise ourselves as another for the sake of one person. In the face of a love that cannot be obtained, most people are humble, we think that person is all at hand, but it is the strength of the whole body, after all, it is still untouchable.

Love is love, and not love is not love.

In fact, we all understand that if we like someone, we can never tell what we like, we just know that no one can replace him. And if you don't like it, no matter how much you change, you can't get a little touch and cherishment, so why pay stupidly and lose yourself.

Life is not long, knowing how to be yourself is really a very important thing, we can't wear a mask for a lifetime for anyone, how tired and tired we are to live like that.

No matter how much you like it, don't lose yourself. The one who laughs frankly, the one who occasionally loses his temper, the only one in this world, there will always be someone to love.

"The Lucky Musician"

He was born in a musical family, others say that he is very lucky, and his parents are well-known pianists.

His parents taught him from the time he first learned to walk, and he was very talented, so he was even better than his parents, and when he was eight years old, one of the elders of his parents once went to his house and asked him, "Son, why do you play the piano?" He said because I love the piano. The old man smiled and said that the child was really sensible, and he said, thank you, grandpa. In the evening, he sat in his study and thought, yes, why do I play the piano, because my mother plays the piano and my father plays the piano too. That's why I want to play the piano too. He seemed to have figured it out, and that day, he was very happy, because, he, and his parents, had played the piano all his life, and he felt that he had figured out a question of life.

"Son, you're going to be a pianist, how can you waste time on such a thing?" Listening to his mother's teachings, he wondered, "Isn't it okay for me to become a pianist?"

At the age of twelve, it was also his first exposure to so-called extracurricular content other than the piano.

And then?

Later, it was the last time.

When he was sixteen years old, he finally lived up to expectations and became a pianist, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the day he was twelve years old, and now, I have become a pianist.

"You have to be the best pianist and write the best music in the world, so that your will will will be passed on by future generations, you see, how good, how great, child, I know you also have this dream, right, come, work hard with Dad."

"Hmm."

He didn't have a dream at all, but he thought, since his father said he had, then he had.

Later, at the age of thirty, he wrote many pieces, many of which became masterpieces, and he became a world-famous genius pianist.

When he was forty years old, his parents died, and he knew that his parents liked the piano the most, so he thought, let's play a song for them at the funeral, but when it came to the funeral, he suddenly found that there seemed to be nothing to express, family affection? What was that feeling, he sat down and meditated for a long time, and then played a very plain tune, without any charm, he thought, as if that was the only way to do it.

Later generations have praised him for being pampered and not shocked, especially the song at his parents' funeral, everyone in the world says that that kind of blandness does not mean that the family gets along, warm and bland.

After his parents died, he suddenly found that he didn't know what he was going to do, they taught him the piano, they gave him his dreams, he seemed to have nothing, so he was thinking, what did he have? I thought about it for a long time, thought about it, and in the next year, I passed away. Before he died, he suddenly thought of the old man when he was eight years old.

Everyone in the world said that he was extremely filial, and after the death of his parents, he was sad in his heart and soon suffered from a hidden disease.

Sleepless

Originally, I wanted to post my article on the Internet so that more people could see it and give suggestions (I don't know why I like others to comment on my article) But, seeing so many big guys in the bar, I suddenly lost my courage, but I still made up my mind to make my short essay more exciting!

Her hand was lightly pressed against the glass, and the hazy light of the city reflected in her eyes. The sky slowly retracted the sun, and without paying attention, the dark night had already woven into the sky. "People are like this, they obviously have a starry sky, but they don't cherish it, and in the blink of an eye, all the stars have fallen" Her eyes flashed a hint of gloom.

At this moment, a meteor broke the silence of the night and streaked with a long white tail. Everyone will have such a meteor in their life, and they will only stay in your starry sky for a short time, very short. But they add a touch of color to the starry sky.

Perhaps, tomorrow is the end of the world, and if you can't find what you regret, how can you take it away?

How long is the night before dawn, and how short is the sun at the moment of dawn rise. I can't afford to wait for the dawn sun, and even if I can, it may not be hope......