"Maggots, maggots! 》

The maggot was squirming in a corner of the room, and I was carefully observing how it moved.

Can headless maggots really be considered living things? This question arose in my mind. Logically speaking, it is moving, so it should be considered a living thing, but it squirms meaninglessly and does not have a brain. It is really difficult for me to regard it as a living thing. It is really strange. .

I stepped on his foot and walked out of the room. When I was at the door, I thought about whether there was anything left behind. I opened my satchel and took a look. After making sure that nothing was left behind, I left the rental house. .

The maggot did not die, but stopped moving for a long time. As a long time passed, he waited for a safe opportunity. When it was safe enough that I had already returned to my hometown, he started again. squirming, as if this time he is more alive, without a brain but better than with a brain. His wisdom comes from the universe that is as willing to wait as long as he is.

I remembered the importance of keys, mobile phones, and money, but ignored the smelly bag of garbage. The maggots seemed to be born from him, and every maggot could "die" here. Resurrection, their death is a long wait. The death of a whole should be their total destruction, not the death of individuals, so the maggots as a whole will not die, just like the death of the universe is something we humans cannot Knowing what is even more unimaginable, the universe is waiting, the maggots are waiting, and I am waiting too.

A week before I left the rental house, I dreamed that I would become a great photographer. I would be able to take stunning photographic masterpieces and be admired by everyone around me. I will definitely gain both fame and fortune in the future, but what I have to do now is to join the school's photography club and let others know the great strength I have. If necessary, I can also brag a little and pretend to let them be attracted by me. Defeated by this extremely powerful hypocritical ability like a steel coat. They may be stupid pigs, but I am a young man who knows the truth and is at the forefront of the wisdom of the times. It may not be enough to compare with those above, but it is definitely more than enough to compare with those below.

Our school is located at the foot of a mountain. There is a large natural reserve scenic area next to it. There is a large lake in it. I think the lake is an animal without feet, because he walks every day. He was exercising quietly, and when I had time or not, I would run to keep him company and talk to him attentively. I thought he should be able to hear me.

Lake, do you know? The club was recruiting new members last night. I went to the photography club to sign up. When I met with the minister, I knew they would definitely keep me. She is a woman, a woman with big eyes. I think women with big eyes always make people feel very unreliable. Watery eyes always feel like they lack the care of men, and the lack of care from men makes her She must not have the ability to examine others like a man, because her eyes are watery, so she must be very kind, and I, who is resourceful and good at using hypocrisy, will definitely be able to use my words to overcome her defense line against me and let her know, I am a talent, a talent that must be competed for.

As expected, she asked a few questions: Do you know how to use a camera? What kind of art work have you done before? Can you describe how you took it... Then I easily dealt with it. , and said vividly: "This, this photo is a place I have been paying attention to for a long time. I always go to that place and observe when it will have the most beautiful changes, and I will use PS after taking it. I mixed it very well in post-production. I used that filter and then changed the tone..." She smiled and kept nodding to me, her big eyes just looking at me innocently. I thought to myself that I was sure of it. Wouldn’t it be easy to join a photography club this time? Then, I talked about some photography masters and some works that I had seen on the encyclopedia before. I polished and exaggerated them through my words. Sometimes I would make a few movements of holding the camera and make a clicking sound. , she would grin and nod from time to time...

"Okay, okay, it seems that you are very interested in our photography club, but we still have to take a look. What are your abilities? Within these five days, you can take a photo that you think is beautiful and send it to us via email. We will then decide on your future. That’s it!”

Me! Sitting on the wooden seat in front of the lake, I laughed out loud. I thought that the lake should know the joy in my heart, so I waited quietly. Soon, a breeze came and ruffled my hair. This was Hu's response to me. He was stroking my head, like an elder's love for a younger one. I closed my eyes and thought about the two-sided photo.

I decided to take pictures of you, the pure and flawless lake!

Hu *** and I have experienced many things together. To be precise, I should have experienced them alone and then conveyed them to Hu. I often confided in my heart, and he often touched me. This kind of touch Beyond everything, beyond the care of my parents, because I think he should understand me better than my parents. Beyond a lover, he has empathy that is difficult for a lover to do. Sometimes I even get lost in my imagination, and I am so lost that I don’t know. In conveying something to him, at that time, my mind was closer to his, and I seemed to have become a third party.

In short, he treats me better than anyone else. His beauty lies in his silence and tolerance for everything. No matter what emotion I bring, whether it is ecstatic or pessimistic, He always treats me unanimously, hitting my body with the wind, and the sweetness of the wind hits my heart, making me satisfied.

I regard him as the most precious thing, so others should also appreciate him as a matter of course, and also feel that he has an artistic sense of ingenuity, so I sit and communicate with him on a daily basis. I found a very ordinary afternoon to take pictures of his face on the chair where we had the most exchanges. I was confident that the ministers would be impressed by the beauty of the lake. In order to maintain the sacred original appearance, I decided not to use post-processing. Use ps to decorate and beautify him. He doesn’t need these. The nature he possesses transcends all beautification and processing. What I think of as the artificial late stage does not belong to the original universe and is distorted.