Last night, I chatted with Niu Fangqiang, a high school classmate who likes literature, and when it comes to literature, he has too many regrets.

When he was in high school, he wrote a lot of essays that teachers used as model essays, and when he first went to work, his copywriting was also full of fresh literary style, which was praised by many leaders.

I don't know when he gave up writing because of trivial matters or laziness and other seemingly high-sounding reasons, until he knew that Zhang Mian had mustered up the courage to start writing again, and he sighed.

He hopes that Zhang Mian can continue on this lonely road, he said that although he is lonely, at least he can take a walk in his spiritual home and keep a sense of authenticity and self.

Zhang Mian can understand the regret of his old classmates, and pick up literature again, it is too difficult for him who is almost to the age of no confusion, he feels that he has gone too far, and he can no longer see the world he once was.

The most important thing is that this is a lonely road without applause, and most of the people walking on this lonely road are their own companions, and it takes courage to surpass ordinary people to persevere.

Zhang Mian walked on this road again without hesitation, experiencing the loneliness of the night, the torture of being speechless, and the embarrassment of having no readers.

The most unbearable thing is that there is always a voice that seems to say to yourself to give up!

What you write will be drowned in the vast river of history, there is no place for you in the temple of literature, your writing now is a waste of life in the future, why not do something meaningful.

Not everyone who works hard can become a singer or a sportsman, and not everyone who loves literature can become a poet or writer.

But the love from the heart, this kind of paranoia that is not contaminated with the world, makes Zhang Mian continue to dream at this embarrassing age without hesitation, this dream is related to youth, memory, beauty, sunshine, and love.

How he wished he had been a child lost in the forest of literature, where the sun was shining through the leaves of the tall trees, falling on the unknown flowers on the path, green vines growing along the trees in the wind, and the clean little animals looking at him with novel eyes, and then fleeing in a hurry......

I would like to have a dream that I will not wake up: I am dressed in military uniform, with a sword and sword in one hand, and tenderness like water in the other.

If you dream for a long time, you have to insist on not waking up.

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In the morning, I still used to glance at the empty desk of the ocean, which had been away from the group for two days.

At the meeting, the matter of compensatory leave was mentioned, which roughly means that whoever is in charge of the performance of the sub-bureau is the first in the sub-bureau can take one day off in the following month.

The leader said that there was something to suggest that the person who won this honor should take a day off.

During the meeting, Zhang Mian squeezed his eyes at Yang Suo and Xu Suo, who were sitting opposite him, and tears squeezed his face.

It's not appropriate to keep the stinky head open, otherwise it will really become a stinky head in the eyes of the leader, and it's not a clay man, and that hat can't be worn.

Last time, Zhang Mian suggested not to hold office meetings every day, and not to hold such long meetings. The leaders considered adopting Zhang Mian's opinion on the spot.

At present, the executive meeting is held from Monday to Friday, and the meeting will not end if the matter is not handled clearly on Friday.

After Zhang Mian's opinion was raised, it now seems that the leadership has implemented it very well.

Half of this month has passed, and the propaganda in charge of Zhang Mian has no sign of hitting the first, which made Zhang Mian panic for at least half an hour, and finally Zhang Mian persuaded himself with the sentence "It is shameful to be a police officer to take a break".

The overcast weather has been a week in a row, and Ji Heng and Ji Heng went home all the way, and the leaves of the ginkgo trees on both sides of the road didn't know when they had fallen.

But the happy village that Xu bought has sprouted in the office.

In the afternoon, I took the time to go to the office where the ocean was, he was busy, and he still looked kind.

He didn't play games or read suspense books bought online.

It seems that everything has returned to normal, as if the ocean has never been to Zhang Mian's group, as if the empty desk is the original one.

It's as if that's what reality looks like.