A street book that has lasted a million words, and I can't say that there is anything to celebrate, but I still want to express my respect for myself. It's been a dream that has been dormant for a long time, and it's been about thirty years since I first started making up big essays. And now, I have gone from plucking up the courage to pile up word by word, to consuming five or six months, and finally reaching the million words that were once so unattainable.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, a good friend named Jiji liked to listen to my nonsense. Driven by vanity, I boasted that I had read a good story, and that I hid in the alley every day after school and made it up to him. When he heard the whole story, he made further requests, wanting to see the true face of the storybook. He was a clever fellow, and he had already guessed that it was made up by me, but he deliberately did not debunk the lie that my books had been lost, and hemorrhagically bought a large composition book for me, saying that he wanted me to write it down for him.

Big Essay ......

Dictate the full text......

it!

That big essay is a famous killer in the 80s, every Young Pioneer hated it to the bone, I can't remember whether that page was 326 words or how much, in short, I stayed up for an unknown number of nights, the whole book was written, and five or six pages were written on the back!

After that, I learned one thing - no more bragging!

Jiji-san has been out of touch for many years, and after graduating from college, I once met him and learned that he hooked up with my junior high school classmate. It seems that he is much wiser than me.

Now I've made up another story, Jiji-san, can you come here again to give me some blood, reward me as an alliance leader or something, and satisfy my vanity?

This dog man!

Gigi lost contact with classmates, it doesn't mean that I'm an old otaku who neglects to keep in touch with my classmates, just a few years ago, I also participated in a rare high school reunion to celebrate the 20th anniversary of graduation, and this thing is full of tears when I talk about it.

But I found that that kind of party really didn't suit me, except for a few golfers at the time who still had some common topics, the rest was nothing more than the way to make money, children, reminiscences of the past, the domestic and international economic situation.

That's what I'm not good at, and that's not what I'm good at.

For this group of old things in Bensi, ideals, or dreams, have become a complete. To avoid polluting the air, I poured a lot of beer and went crazy at another stall on the flip table.

Hehe, the dreamless post-70s generation is not forced, it is forced by reality!

Of course, their words are also very reasonable, and they are not confused, what are they playing?

But what I want to say is, what does it mean not to be confused? That is, we are more and more able to say some great things and inspirational words, but we are more and more reluctant to believe them!

It's just a dream, just do it! A life goes by very quickly, much faster than you imagined. Dream once, be your young self, be stupid, be stupid, love to say anything!

Finally, I want to say to you: Don't abandon your books, Dad!

Without your support, I would have lost the courage to continue. Although your assessment of this nonsense is only "still watchable", just like when you first tasted my stewed fish head, I know that it is your approval. If this doomed book of inaction entertains you, I'm already satisfied.

And, I guess you know what I'm trying to say -- I want to let go of the knot that has plagued me for more than ten years, and let go of the baggage that I have been carrying for more than ten years, but I still have some regrets, because I never had the chance to tell him in person how much I wanted to be his pride.