Sunset

I use a coin

verdict

A lost relationship

and

Should I continue to think about you?

I'm so scared

Uncontrollable dreams

A metaphor for the scene

Freeze the age

As well as yours

Silent and silent

Regret or regret

In the lonely winter

In the eye of an eagle

On a spinning windmill in the hands of a child

Glance

When you turn around

I saw

The shadow I have forgotten

It seems like

Let out a sigh

——Zhang Mian, "The Shadow of Sighing"

Zhang Mian basically writes a diary every night, and after more than a month of persistence, it has become a habit.

It is customary to listen to the radio typing text in the middle of the night, to correct sentence by sentence after the text is written, to wait for the review when you go to the bathroom, and to open it and read it after publication.

I am also accustomed to waking up every morning to see the number of clicks, if the number of clicks is relatively high, you will get a good mood for the day, if the growth is bleak, it is definitely a thing that makes Zhang Mian sad.

Writing itself is a lonely thing.

It is undeniable that some thoughtful books do not meet the tastes of the vast majority of readers because of the subject matter and other reasons, and the clicks are not proportional to the quality.

Zhang Mian is actually comforting himself, but also encouraging himself to persevere, in addition to the reader's first review, there is also time for the old man's review.

There is no difference in essence between writers and prostitutes, and their motives and purposes are basically the same.

If the prostitute were a writer, she would have gone mad, and even the last door of hiding was opened by herself, and there was no place in reality or dreams.

……

Drinking with colleagues and old friends for many years in the evening, Zhang Mian easily drank too much of this small amount of wine.

Although he didn't punish himself with three cups like Comrade Haiyang, he didn't refuse to come, because he was in a good mood, and he still drank upside down.

Regarding drinking, Li Bai is a hundred poems about fighting wine, Zhang Miankong has pride, and he has the courage to drink but has no amount of alcohol.

also wrote a poem, which can be regarded as an imitation of Dong Shi.

The first thing I do when I get home is to make tea, so that my mouth will not be dry at night.

I don't think of some of the first memories after I wake up, and I think of some people who have lived up to Zhang Mu and those who have failed Zhang Mu.

On Friday, you saw this journal, which shows that Zhang Mian can still type, and he knows that it needs to be updated, even if there is a nocturnal reader, it is his little luck.

Most likely, almost certainly.

Today's Zhang Mian's diary will be written in a mess, and the writing will be stumbling, as long as it is written, you will also forgive Zhang Mian, who will deal with a drunk person.

Now that the night is late, many people have fallen asleep, and many people may not understand the purpose that Zhang Mian insists on every day.

Standing on both sides of fame and fortune, I bow my head.

……

Well, on this drunken night, Zhang Lu thought of a lot of details that he had previously overlooked, and they caught his attention in his mind like slow motion.

Zhang Mian, who is in his thirties, is no longer demanding anything, but he has never forgotten the people he has disappointed, and he has always remembered it in his heart.

He didn't say it, because he didn't have the ability, he was just one of thousands of humble people, he had simple dreams, he wanted to be the glory of his family and friends.

Reality pressed him to the ground and stomped on him, and he gave in and fell to his knees.

He is only silent, and in the silent world, he has never forgotten you, not forgetting your words of concern, a look of encouragement, and a casual click.

Today is another good weather, and Zhang Mian also hopes that everyone will have a good mood.

It's time to say goodbye again.

Good dreams everyone, see you tomorrow!