In all genres, with the exception of poetry (including words), I prefer novels and prose. As for narrative essays, expository essays, argumentative essays, application essays, etc., I don't like them very much, and I study them less.

Equally disliked were drama and reportage. Good reportage can still be read carefully, and the drama is really unbearable, even if it is a variety of comedies and tragedies that have already bought Shakespeare, and never opened it to read a few pages.

As for the Fu and Pun scripts in ancient texts, because they require a lot of knowledge of ancient texts, they are also daunting and have never considered it.

Overall, I like the kind of thing that is less constrained, has the freedom to play around, and writes whatever comes to mind.

Before writing my memoirs, I wrote some essays intermittently, such as "Mirror Death", "Wild Grass Paradise", "Goodbye Liuli Factory, Goodbye Liuli Factory", "Reading with Feelings", "Abide by the Original Heart--After Reading", "Tracing Up, Mo Ruo Tracing from It", "Thoughts of Morning Reading--Reading Feelings", "There Will Always Be Something...... "Liberal Arts Men's Lamp", "One of the Unforgettable Memories - Pepper Foam in Heaven", etc., which I copied into the memoirs in sections as needed, and marked them in blue letters.

Now I have revisited the articles listed, each of which is twenty or thirty reads, and it is indeed in response to what I often say, that writing is only for the sake of pleasing oneself.

This is, of course, just hypocritical. I know that writing these things is not just to please myself, but a kind of continuous accumulation and precipitation.

The benefits of this accumulation and precipitation began to slowly emerge as the number of articles written increased, and many benefits came with our original intention of only pleasing ourselves.

While pleasing yourself, you will definitely slowly improve your writing skills.

For example, in the article "Wild Grass Paradise", I once thought a little about the current education, and wrote in the beginning of Mr. Lu Xun's technique: "There is a vacant lot in front of my left neighbor's door, and there is also a vacant land in front of my right house. If they hadn't enclosed them into a small garden, there would have been an open space in front of my house.

……

Naturally, my small garden has become a paradise for weeds, and many times, the weeds that grow in my home can basically get a good death. Whenever I pass by the garden, the weeds do bring me a touch of green, so that my tired eyes can get a little rest.

Of course, weeds are naturally inferior to flowers in the hearts of many people. There is no need to say that the red plum that is "pretty and does not compete for spring", nor does it need to say the peony that "monopolizes the first fragrance in the world", nor does it need to say that the small lotus that "comes out of the mud but is not stained", and it is not as good as the epiphany of "a drunken poet...... Along with the wild flowers of the wild character generation, there are many more male fans paying attention to them because of a certain Qiyi than weeds......

In this way, weeds are just weeds.

But weeds are more than just weeds. He who grows on the cliff is strong; It grows among the butterflies and flowers, and it is coordinated; He that grows in the wilderness is life; What grows in the yellow sand is hope; What grows next to the laurel tree in the Moon Palace is a dream; Those who grow up in my small garden are happy......

Weeds are weeds, so why bother to be flowers? ”

At the same time, I am also recording my thoughts and thoughts at a certain time in the year.

In the article "Mirror Death", I wrote about the mood of one day in the future when I will finally be dazzled and wear glasses, these emotions are the state of mind of the year, and I can no longer write after the past.

I can't remember how long, at least ten years ago! I had imagined a scene in my mind, a scene that I felt could make me cry, and it was so clear that in later days, I indulged in this illusion more than once, and added some new scripts to it from time to time......

Every time I was in the script, I burst into tears.

Of course, it was only me in different scripts and different scenes that burst into tears, not me in reality.

When I wake up, I sometimes stare out the window for a while!

With the increase in the number of times, I am very sure that when that day comes, I will definitely have tears in my eyes!

……

Time passes.

Gradually, from the small field to the old field!

It must have been some inadvertible inadvertent piece that made me realize that I was really Lao Tian, and at the same time, I also realized that one day I would wear glasses because I couldn't read the small words in the book.

Since then, the scene of taking out reading glasses from the case before reading a book has been in my vision.

This scene is the one that I feel can make me cry.

Before picking up my daughter from school this evening (January 16, 2017), I said to my wife in as calm a tone as possible: "Let's go early today, I'm going to buy a pair of glasses!" ”

Sadly, I couldn't find the kind of sadness that I had thought about so many times on the road!

At the optical store, the clerk brought me a pair of glasses, and when I wore them in front of my eyes, I didn't feel anything when I looked at the slightly clear small print.

Yes, it just doesn't feel anything.

Of course, in the end, I didn't wear a mirror, because the clerk said that you can even read the small words printed on the medicine bottle, what kind of mirror, come back in half a year!

Push the door out, no joy and worry-free!

It was only at this time that I deeply understood the two lines of Yesenin's poems quoted by Lu Yao in the book "Morning Begins at Noon":

"I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry...... The golden leaves filled my heart, and I was no longer a young man. ”

I'm no longer young!

Unfortunately, there is no description of how my wife behaved when she heard that I wanted to buy glasses, and I wonder if she comforted me at the time. There is a certain probability that no, and there is also a certain probability that according to her personality, it will be pointed out that my bad habit of always liking to read books or mobile phones before going to bed at night has caused my dazzle.

There is no truth without words, and this incident, together with the sentence "I remember that I was young at the time" written in Japan, reminds us once again that we must write clearly about those events that are likely to cause ambiguity or disputes in the future.

At the same time, he began to think about some of today's phenomena and gave his own answers.

In the article "Goodbye Liulichang, Goodbye Liulichang", I specifically analyzed the difference between the small city and the capital, and wrote at the end:

The gap in resources can and has been filled by Baidu, Taobao and Express!

It stands to reason that the cultural precipitation should never be able to catch up.

It is incredible that BJ people don't care about these, they demolished the Forbidden City, demolished the former residence of Liang Sicheng Lin Weiyin (I heard that the demolition regretted and had to build a fake as it was), and did not hesitate to demolish the old site of the People's Fine Arts Publishing House under the opposition of the people of the city - No. 32 Beizongbu Hutong, which was founded in 1951 and has produced Shao Yu, Wang Shuhui, Liu Jidian, Ren Shuying and countless other art masters, we read when we were children "Water Margin", "Yue Fei" and other villain books, Many of the New Year's pictures that we posted in our homes in the seventies and eighties came from here.

Mr. Renmei Ren Shuying's New Year's painting "Baolian Lantern".

I made a special trip to see the newly built building of Renmei, it is indeed beautiful and magnificent, but there is no elegance and heritage of the bones, and the rest is just the book in my hand that I bought from the new site and does not even have a book stamp "No. 32 Beizongbu Hutong" and a deep loss in my heart!

If a big BJ, can't accommodate a small No. 32 Beizongbu Hutong?

The fourth time I saw the glaze factory, it was extremely disappointing.

BJ, which has Liulichang, Panjiayuan, Renmei and other places, is it only these ancient times carved in stone and the arrogant BJ words of the stall owner who repaired bicycles like he had something in his mouth compared to our remote towns: "This is BJ, is it really a word?" ”

I "really did"!

Since the goodbye Liuli Factory is extremely disappointing, it is time to say goodbye to the Liuli Factory!

No, it should be said: "Byebye, Liulichang!" ”

BJ City is the only place where it is still full of people, and I am not the only one who queued for three hours under the scorching sun of nearly 40 degrees.

In order to write this article, I went directly to the nearby supermarket and bought a diary after returning to the hotel where I stayed that day (the pen I basically carry with me, just to facilitate reading books, I can take it out anytime and anywhere to correct typos and write casual feelings) and wrote it overnight.

At the same time, you can always remind yourself to work hard to achieve your dreams.

In my article "Abide by Your Heart - After Reading", I reminded myself that I should have a clear goal.

After reading this article, I still found the essential gap with Han Han!

Although what attracted me the most in this article was the bridge between him and the "nine-ball diva" Pan Xiaoting playing billiards, Han Han, who dropped out of high school for the sake of writing, won a total of seven annual driver championships and five annual driver runners-up in the 14 years after becoming a professional racing driver, and the achievements of the annual driver runner-up five times are undoubtedly commendable.

So I should have increased my energy a little bit in some areas, such as my favorite painting and literature.

A few days ago, Lin Xiaoke, a teacher from the China Academy of Fine Arts, came to guide me, and I found that although I have been complacent about painting for 30 years, I don't know many things at all, just like the article said, "I also didn't know anything about this power", and then looked back at the new works of my teacher Mr. Dong Xinjie who had participated in the National Art Exhibition, and I was even more embarrassed to say that I could paint.

So from now on, I want to start from scratch like the White Rabbit students mentioned in the article, forget about the fact that I can draw and write articles, position myself from a novice, step by step, and add a step to my hobby from a lot of boring efforts!

Cheer for yourself!

I would like to remember this article!

Thanks to this reflection on the feelings after reading this article, I began to sort and choose my many hobbies, and I did achieve much more results in painting and writing than before.

While pleasing yourself, you can also record some interesting things in life.

I once described my clumsiness in the article "The Story of Men's Lamps in Liberal Arts", and if it weren't for the written record, I would never have thought that I would have had such an interesting experience just making a lantern thrown in the corner.

So I'm just trying to make the lamp as I remember it to be!

I went to the new trend first, looking for each house, looking for a lampholder with slightly better quality! Because it was getting late, the only few hardware stores that opened were simple and suitable for construction sites, and there was no slightly better quality!

Keep looking!

The work paid off, and finally bought one in a lamp store that has not yet closed, and then bought a three-meter wire, a plug, connected it (the clerk helped to pick it up) and threw it into the car and began to continue to walk on the street, I want to find an iron pot to stew, because the iron pot stew burns wood, and I should be able to find a wooden board I need! It was snowing heavily at seven or eight o'clock that night, and I wandered the streets at a speed of less than 20 yards, and finally found one that was still open on the way home.

Stop and get out of the snow!

The store thought that a visitor came out, and a waiter came out to greet him warmly!

I'm sorry for his smile.

Shame!

Said my request! The shopkeeper said you can pick whatever you want, just don't collapse the stack of wood, and then go into the house and ignore me. I understand and understand, but it is not ambiguous to provoke! Unfortunately, the wood was all round, and there were no planks, so I looked up at the snow and remembered that there might be one in the garden, so I drove home again! Flip over.

Found a long plank! I went inside the house and found a handsaw from the toolbox and started sawing!

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Before inserting the plug into the socket, I turned on my phone, recorded the moment of witnessing the miracle, and pressed the main switch on the socket, and the light came on!

For science students who always do experiments, it's really not a thing worth posting to Moments when you connect a wire and turn on the lights, but I'm a liberal arts student. After this feat of turning on the lights, my confidence has increased a lot, and my hands-on ability has increased a lot.

While pleasing yourself, you can also retain some of the lost family affection.

That's something I've always valued and worked hard to do.

In the article "One of the Memories That Never Die - Pepper Foam in Heaven", I recalled the family relationship with my father-in-law. At the end of the article, it reads:

When the old man died, a swallow flew in the mourning hall, and the mourning hall was full of people at that time, so the swallow stood quietly on the chandelier, watching the master of ceremonies preside over the ceremony one by one, and did not fly away until the end...... The master of ceremonies said that this phenomenon was something he had never experienced in all his years;

Soon after the old man's death, the roof of the house where Anda had stored the leftover wine from his food wholesale business was blown away by the wind, and we all said that the old man probably wanted to drink;

Before the old man moved to the cemetery, his eldest grandson dreamed of the old man and said that he wanted to drink water, and on the eve of the first anniversary of his death, the lady dreamed that the old man and she said that she wanted to eat mutton soup pie......

It's just that when the old man's special seat begins to sit on others when the meal is held again, when the spring flowers bloom, there are no longer gourd vines climbing full of brackets in the garden, when the lady returns to her parents' house, when no one goes out of order to buy her favorite catfish for her, when we go back on holidays, we can no longer secretly stuff money for the old man to play mahjong...... I slowly realized that the old man was finally far away from us......

There is still chili foam in the breakfast of the unit from time to time, and every time I see it, I always put a small little and put it on the plate, sometimes I look at it for a while...... At this moment, I prefer to believe that there is a distant place called heaven, where there is a kind old man who planted a garden full of red peppers and made delicious chili foam, waiting to be given to us in a dream .......

The benefits of writing more things are definitely not limited to these six, but I personally benefit from these six more.

Let's put pen to paper! Settle yourself slowly!