Looking for Jing M.Guo's exquisite sentences

Let me start by saying that when you saw this answer, I actually answered it once, but I didn't know what Baidu was crazy, and my answer disappeared inexplicably. I originally said forget it, but when I came back, someone else actually copied and pasted the Classic Quotations of Jing Ke and Jing M.Guo, which can be seen everywhere on the Internet. How sincere is this? Because I really can't stand it, I sent my answer again. I'm not saying that my answer is good, but these words are words that warm me or touch my heart.

I hope you like it.

Your life is so long.

The article itself is actually very good. It is a text published by Jing M. Guo in Island 10, which describes his sad and unknown writing process. There is a sad feeling after reading it.

"Your life is so long."

When I was young, I just began to understand the world. You will be afraid of darkness, separation, all unknown journeys, death and such a short life. It will be many years before you realize that your life will be so long. What you are afraid of is the eternal existence in this world.

So you slowly close your eyes and sing the old songs in the evening. Those notes are washed clean and fragrant in the long river of time. You think of the dusk of light snow and the thick wheat fields in autumn.

White clouds drift slowly across the sky again.

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How to start, in order to be less affected. I've been thinking about this for a long time.

The earliest glimpse of the world is the dark clouds rolling in the sky at night. I was sleeping in my mother's arms and my forehead was burning. My mother hugged me alone and walked to the hospital late at night. She walked anxiously all night. Lightning instantly lit up a large sky.

So many years have passed.

Such a night reappeared countless times when I was young.

More years passed, and the small town that grew old with me gradually became gloomy in the ashes. The taxi price is still the starting standard in 5 yuan, and it seems that you can travel around all the city centers in about 10 yuan. There seems to be no more change except turning gray.

In addition to the appearance of two latest four-star hotels, there are also some abrupt nightclubs that play electronic music mixed by Dao Lang.

The child in her arms is now in Dalian, the wettest city in the three northeastern provinces. She was lying in bed with a quilt and reading. Besides her own deep breathing, there were five other girls in the room who slept soundly.

She found that she didn't really like winter, especially at the end of such a wet winter.

But if it snows, you might like it.

"The whole world gives off some light gently." Sentences about snow.

02

I've always recalled myself in the past recently.

This happens all the time.

03

In primary school, my composition was the best in my class.

He won the second prize in the National Olympic Composition Competition.

There will be two composition classes every Friday afternoon, which is my happiest day every week. There is a class schedule next to the blackboard of the primary school teacher. Every time I throw garbage in the trash can next to me, I will quickly scan the words "composition class" with my eyes.

I was only eight or nine years old then.

04

In the later days, I always accompanied by the piano.

I think the only reason I didn't have a childhood is because of the piano.

Take up most of the time

I always thought that becoming a pianist was my biggest dream.

But his left ear is deaf.

It lasted for five years.

It's finally over.

05

Many years have passed since then.

I'm in grade two.

I got my first pair of Adidas sneakers.

I began to know the famous brands Nike and Levi's.

G-STAR was unknown at that time.

06

We all say that as long as we scatter crumbs along the way, we can find the original road along the way before the birds peck it clean. But we ignore that every tiny crumb, in fact, is no different from dust, and it will shed tears when rubbed into the eyes.

07

Look at it in junior high school

Learn from the high school students on TV, hiding in the quilt with a flashlight and keeping a diary. Although I don't live in school, I don't have to cut off the electricity and there won't be a teacher to check my sleep.

But they blindly want to be them. They want to be young.

Want to be a more mature existence.

That kind of worship, almost looking up, refracts high school students' yearning for beautiful youth into a huge vision.

08

Please fold the memory and the present.

Please balance vanity and dreams.

Please disassemble the sky and the earth.

Please bear the glory and loneliness.

With the weight of silence.

Please follow me all the way to the end of desolation and fly to the vast ice field covered with cold.

The end of light and ink.

09

I didn't know until later

It doesn't matter who you are.

What matters is who you play.

You should get dressed and be gentle.

Be calm and tolerant in sorrow and joy.

I lost my helmet all the way, but at the same time I installed a stronger iron wall for my heart.

10

According to fairy tales, the prince walked slowly across the field with a sword. At first, it was golden autumn, and the ears of wheat were heavy, which was a heavy joy. Later, it turned into winter, and the desolation swallowed up the world at once. The prince did not stop. He just sat for a while, then raised his hand and wiped his eyes, and walked on with his sword.

We don't know his ending, only the four seasons behind us change slowly.

In green spring, swallows bring soil under the eaves.

In hot summer, the lake is as blue as cornflower in a deep-sea palace.

It's autumn again, and the fallen leaves are like dancing butterflies.

Then there is the winter that none of us like.

I didn't know that in the n th winter, the prince's footprints disappeared in the vast snow. The sword stuck in a fork in the road is still shining.

He must have gone where he wanted to go. Although we can't find him, we know that he must be very happy.

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Idle spring rain cools autumn wind, and the sun shadow lasts longer than Huaihe River. The courtyard is yellow, and the stone steps change from green to goose yellow.

The silent cicada hid, and the season became busy in a blink of an eye. Snow is full of crescent moon, and the bottom of the lake is desolate.

There was once a teenager who didn't know how to worry, and his black hair was stained with frost for three days.

In the dream, passers-by laughed at the cloister, and the world was short and long.

I wonder if the landlord has read Jing M Guo's novel Tiny Times, which is serialized in the most novel. The following essay "Projector" was written by him for himself and the characters in the book. After reading it, I was very moved and my view of the world changed.

Projector text

In this chaotic world, there are a lot of me. Each of us has countless selves. In this indifferent society, we enthusiastically project the power to survive. They are another part of me in the world, and I have completed my life that I can't.

In many dreams, they surround me and they become me.

If I count from the first novel, I have been making up stories for seven years. Seven years is a long time, almost one third of my age. In this long process, I have created many characters, and they all live in my memory. But, this is the only time, I think they are all alive.

This is the latest mini-era.

Many previous characters, just the characters of a story, were used to make up beautiful stories for everyone to feel and sigh.

And this time, they are like many, many me.

I don't know whether I am becoming more and more complicated in this society or my heart is becoming more and more divided.

It suddenly occurred to me that day that I would write to them, to those who came alive in my novel.

To: Guli

How should I define you, your daughter or a cold computer? You live in this world, with heights that others can't reach, and you will always look cold and sharp.

They say you are cold, inhuman, hateful, materialistic and indifferent.

It may not be wrong to say so.

Everyone will inevitably grow up. Yesterday, we stopped in a warm campus, and the ups and downs of love and exams were all the sky above us. At that time, the future we imagined was like a gorgeous rose in a vacuum glass room, with crystal dew shining on it. Today, we walked out of the subway in the morning with a gaunt and sleep-deprived face. This time of day marks that we are shoveling dirt on the tombstone of the past-we are burying it bit by bit.

We became adults drinking coffee and writing plans on this computer.

We became adults who stayed up late to make plans and arrangements.

We became adults who stopped jumping around and wearing bright and lovely clothes.

We are changing the world day by day, and we are changing the world day by day.

I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. But in any case, this is our inescapable fate.

Many times, like you, I want to quantify the people, things and things around my life into numbers, input them into my computer, and then evaluate a choice with the principle and system of equivalent exchange. This looks simple and clear, and its function is extremely powerful.

But I'm not as strong as Connie. I can control my emotions. I will still be happy for some vanity in my life and depressed for the disappointment of others. Add various colors to this container called "heart" every day. Happiness is red, sadness is blue, depression is gray and vanity is golden. . . . . . Drops of paint dripped in, and then the heart stirred it into a thick black soup.

And Xu people really don't care about other people's opinions at all, and they will live stronger.

Are you like this?

I used to think that people who dare to love and hate need a lot of courage. Later, I gradually realized that it takes a lot of courage to live with a cold mask and not care about people who others love or hate.

Our love or hatred for others, in a sense, is actually a sign of cowardice. We can't control our inner desires, jealousy and hatred for others. We live wantonly with sensibility, and when faced with setbacks, we lose control excitedly.

I want to be you.

It's like planting a seed on you This seed is a fragment of my soul. I hope that after many years, this piece of debris can break through the ground and grow into a huge forest. They are still tall and straight in the hurricane sweeping from the sea, swaying and shouting in the wind. While lightning shines on the world, this forest is as clear as a rolling sea.

I hope to be as strong as you.

As strong as the sea.

To: Lin Xiao

Timid, delicate, sensitive, kind, dependent, weak, content,

In the eyes of many people, your personality is covered by the light of other protagonists. Ni has neither the strength nor the literary charm of southern Hunan, and she is even better than Tang, who is withdrawn. It seems that everyone regards you as a dispensable existence.

This may be your attitude towards life. I always thought so.

Nie loves the warmth of the sunset in the former campus, and you are attached to your friends and lovers, like a piece of soft silk, wrapped in all kinds of sweetness and sadness in life, and set off into shining jewelry.

You have no pursuit of this world, although you also work hard silently, mixed with tears of failure and humiliating scolding. They come from a world you've never touched before. You open your eyes and step by step into this strange and sharp world.

Like me in the past, you rushed into this society for the first time. She gnashed her teeth with fear and burst into tears.

The world seems to be suddenly turned upside down 180 degrees, revealing a side you don't know at all.

Material impacts human emotions, and only those who are really surrounded by these huge waves are qualified to talk about the so-called ideals and vulgarity. Just like a soldier who has never really been on the battlefield, he is not qualified to talk about the greatness or cruelty of war.

I am as depressed about life as you are. No matter how hard you try, no one will see you. They will only hold the moment when you fall forever, expecting you to fall all the time, expecting your life to suddenly become a mess and ruin.

You insist on this world, so you hold Coulee's hand.

I was younger than you when I left campus.

At that time, I didn't know what a famous brand was, and I didn't know what the exquisite life of Shanghai's upper class was like. When I suddenly became dazzling, I completely fainted in the dazzling flash.

I have experienced the same humiliation as you-walking into a high-end hotel in cheap sneakers and the waiter looking at me like that; When attending a high-end show, the person in charge of publicity and planning unceremoniously asked the clothes that had been carefully prepared: "Let me take you to the fitting room. You can change into casual clothes. This is a formal occasion. What about the clothes you brought? "

I went to a famous brand shop for the first time, and the clerk didn't even look at me. I got up the courage to ask one of the clothes and asked if I could take it off and try it on. The clerk still didn't turn his head. She said coldly somewhere in the air, "You are not suitable for that dress."

Really, at that time, I looked at the German labels on those clothes and always thought that their prices were over zero.

In this cold Shanghai, there are many such things. I hate this city, but I also love it. Because it is like a balance, when you have enough weight, you can tilt those huge weights that look high on the other side very high.

I can feel your feelings when you lie in the quilt and cry at night. Really, I felt it when I was very young. Including one time I saw someone posting on the Internet: "The pair of shoes he bought in the small shop at the school gate seemed to be only 50 yuan. Gee, isn't he a writer? He is really poor. "

The light of wonton, the noisy space, the sadness and joy of light and shadow conversion are heavily suppressed in the chest.

We keep giving up on ourselves, and then we finally see ourselves in others. At that moment, hot tears could not help but gush from our eyes.

The power of masks is that you don't have to play yourself.

It is this small world that keeps showing.

To: Gong Ming

I finally wrote about you inevitably.

However, how can I define you? Is Connie's expressionless face actually a great disappointment and abandonment of the earth?

When we are in primary school, we will definitely be asked by the teacher what you want to do in the future and what your ideal is.

At that time, the answers that will be praised by teachers must be "I want to be a primary school teacher", "I want to be a scientist", "I want to be a soldier" and "I want to be a hardworking farmer's uncle"

When our high school began to fill in the college entrance examination volunteers, these once praised ideals will definitely get the puzzled eyes of parents, classmates and teachers.

What they want to hear is—

I want to choose the finance department and become an excellent banker.

I want to choose the department of architecture and become an excellent architect.

I want to choose the law department to be an excellent lawyer.

I want to choose dentistry and become an excellent dentist.

I want to choose the accounting department to become an excellent certified public accountant.

"We must make a lot of money in the future. After graduation, we will go to big cities like Shanghai and Beijing. We must have a good job, a high salary and enough savings to get married and have children. We can definitely buy a house. We must be able to drive to work. We must be able to earn a lot of money and take our parents to big cities. We must save money to take care of our parents when they are old and sick. We must have more money to buy beautiful clothes and high-performance computers for our children. Don't let them go to Internet cafes to surf the Internet.

Teachers, parents, classmates and friends are applauding this ideal.

Nobody bothers me. What we need is money.

Sometimes I wonder what our life is like in simple English. Many times I think this is a farce that will be bloody at any time. What are we disappointed, excited, sad, moved, disgusted and disappointed about?

Hundreds of years later, they are just a dark corner in people's memory, covered with soft dust.

I know your life so well that I can even feel part of it.

You are the top hunters in this society. You squander other people's hard-earned wages every month and buy a glass cup. Your feet are almost free from worldly dust. You get off the black limousine and walk into the red carpet office building lobby. You almost never eat at home when you go to a high-end restaurant, but at home, the whole set of high-end kitchen utensils is permanent. There is a row of red wine and champagne in the wine cabinet. You change your mobile phone and watch it as diligently as you change your socks. The bag in your hand is sometimes equal to the value of someone else's living room.

Everyone knows that these bright and gorgeous surfaces are sharp enough to isolate everyone in the world from you, but no one has seen you in the dark and no one has seen your true colors. When you go home and close the door, the whole world closes behind you.

Once, I was having dinner in Times Square with people from the company. I was about to go downstairs to the first floor when I turned around and walked into the Gucci store on the first floor.

I took a fancy to a pair of white shoes and tried them on. I think it's quite good, so I'll ask the young lady to wrap them up. When she took the shoes, I asked her out of curiosity, "How should I wash these dirty shoes?" Send it to a professional dry cleaner? "

After listening to my words, the salesgirl stopped, her expression was complicated, and she said to me a little arrogantly, "Sir, there is a statement in the box of this shoe that you can't wash it."

I paused and said, "What if I don't wash it dry?"

"I said not to wash."

"Is that just a towel?"

"no"

"There must be a way to clean it. You can't wear a pair of shoes for two or three days, can you? " I'm getting a little impatient

But unexpectedly, the salesgirl was obviously more impatient than me. She took a deep breath and said to me coldly, "Sir, people who buy our shoes usually don't walk much." They go out by car or in a clean environment. If you live in a bad environment or need to take a bus or subway to work and need a lot of time to walk, I can only say that these shoes are not suitable for you. I don't recommend them. "

The light in the shop was white and bright, shining on me and her. We have no expression on each other.

The world is unfair, you should learn to adapt to it.

As soon as the hoe was put down, someone in the world dug up the diamond.

Some people have worked hard to dig mountains, and finally there was a loud noise, and the collapsed mine became his last grave.

I saw a post on the Internet that day, discussing my works and my life. Many people in it, about 100 posts, looked very lively.

Their discussion was divided into two parts.

The first part is: I used to like his works "The Summer of Solstice hasn't come yet" and "The Edge of Love and Pain". What a pure campus dream! It is a simple student life. He and his friends drink a dollar of watermelon ice at the school gate. Look at him. He is full of matter now. He is no longer the same as before. Don't change to the fourth one.

I have many books at home, such as Japanese traditional books from China, Taiwan Province Province, Europe and America, Chinese mainland, and all kinds of books. Whether I can understand it or not, I will pick it up and have a look at other people's designs, ideas and publishing ideas, while China's novels take an afternoon.

But I seldom read my own books.

I found that I could never go back to the old days, the summer when the swimming pool smelled of disinfectant, the purgatory day of senior three, and the season when camphor trees flourished like a rich ocean. At that age, I shouted, I don't want to grow up, I want to be a child forever. I envy Peter Van. I must go to Neverland.

But then I gradually gave up.

Because after entering this society, I have been laughed at by countless people because of my simplicity. People have no sympathy for tears. People have no sympathy for the weak. When you pour out your pain online, your words will be posted in all directions in an instant. Countless people use these sentimental words as weapons to attack you.

It's like polishing a dagger with your own hands, and then offering your hands to let others pierce your heart.

I also want to lie on the grass and bask in the sun forever. I also want to drink a dollar of watermelon ice forever, without any loss. I also want to wear simple clothes, listen to simple CDs and live a simple seventeen-year-old life forever, but this is impossible, because I will never have another seventeen-year-old in my life.

I once tried to take a taxi to Shanghai to participate in some activities. The person who received me looked at me with that kind of eyes full of ridicule and contempt when I got off the taxi. They hold your hand kindly and smile warmly at you, and then they share their joy with others when they go backstage. "I tell you, is he too poor to buy a car?"

I also experienced the first time to take part in the shooting of fashion magazines, taking a big bag of clothes I like to the set, and then the stylist of the magazine rolled his eyes and rummaged in my paper bag. The photographer impatiently urged the stylist to say, "What's the hurry? Do you think he can shoot like this? "

A sharp society is like a knife. When it comes, if you don't have hard armor, you'll be cut in half.

The second part of their discussion is that his money is not the money we bought him books. He is farting. If we don't buy his books, he will starve to death. Can he wear a famous brand? It really disappointed him.

My mother, who worked in a bank when she was a child, was fined for giving 100 yuan to a customer, and deducted 100 yuan more. At that time, my mother's monthly salary was only 120, and she cried for two nights.

When I was about seven years old, my father bought the first brand shirt in his life and spent a lot of money, but my father smiled happily. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

These are the joys and sorrows brought by money.

But when we spent money to watch a movie and enjoyed an hour and a half, when we spent money to sell a CD and enjoyed an afternoon full of music, when we spent money to eat a delicious dinner in a restaurant, when we bought a beautiful dress in a store and were in a good mood, did we turn around and say to people in cinemas, video stores, restaurants and shops: Why do you make money? If we hadn't given you money, you would have starved to death. "

I was talking to my mother on the phone, and my mother was very angry: "Ignore them. You make money aboveboard. You don't steal or rob. Why is it natural for people in other industries to make money? And you worked so hard to write them a magazine and they insulted you? ! "

I told my mother on the phone that it was nothing.

After hanging up the phone, I took a shower and then continued to write the final ending of Tiny Times.

This is the forty-ninth consecutive hour that I haven't slept. The deadline of the publishing house hangs overhead. I have a cup of coffee, look at the time in the lower right corner of the computer at 02: 10, and then continue to work.

If you look up from the lawn downstairs, you can see the dark lights in my room, but they won't see them. They are enjoying sweet sleep and dreams at this time.

All they saw was that you took Lu downstairs in the morning and the driver opened the door. Sitting in your back, their jealous eyes poke your back bloody.

"If we hadn't given him money, he would have starved to death. Why is he wearing a famous brand? ! "

I understand your great disappointment with the world, because so do I.

This is a bit long, but it's all sad or warm words, so it's easy to read.

I hope you like it.