Time Ages People, Yet Brings Peace
Well, I always remember a girl saying a long time ago: 'Words are a record of a mood, losing one's words is a very painful thing.' Yes, back then I was always 'one-click blank' all the time. Later, after repeated attempts, I became a little smarter. A few months ago, I saw her new wedding photos and honeymoon photos in Thailand, and the captions were full of blessings. The closest one to her was in the summer of 2018, look, these young girls have become wives and mothers so suddenly. Time really does pass quickly, and it's unwilling to admit how fast it goes. Maybe it's unwilling to face growth, or perhaps it's just that sometimes we occasionally linger in the canyons of time. Hmm, this is a sickness, and it needs to be treated.
When I was young, I used to like to write diaries every day, no, it shouldn't be said that I liked it, it's more accurate to say that it was forced upon me by my teacher. A few days ago, I was chatting with a friend about this matter, and I learned that all Chinese teachers liked to do this. My friend said that back then writing diaries eventually became a mere record of events, because there was really nothing good to write. I immediately nodded in agreement. I remember when the teacher required so much, the specific details I've forgotten, but the daily report was always required, and when I didn't know what to write, I would just use some idioms and create a little story, and later when the teacher reviewed it, he said: 'Where did you copy this from?' I obediently opened the textbook and said I copied it from the idioms, now thinking back, I really scolded myself back then.
Later, the habit of writing diaries seemed to be maintained for a while, and then it disappeared. Many people probably had that small diary when they were young, and we thought the things we wrote were our little secrets. Now when we look back, we might feel that we were really boring, haha. If you ask why I didn't write anymore later, I would say 99% of the reason is because I really thought that trivial small things wasted ink and paper, right? Of course, I also admit that a part of it was because someone stole my diary, and then they said in a cheeky way: 'I read your diary, it was so touching!' Oh my god, that's a blatant lie! You shouldn't even go to heaven.
I was really disgusted with such people (hmm, please forgive my grumpy mood, I'm just that kind of person with boundaries).
Later, I would write a few words on my QQ space. There used to be many beautiful groups in QQ, and a lot of so-called writers would appear, and then I would follow suit, writing whatever I thought. I didn't know what I was doing, just writing a few meaningless things and sighing about the deterioration of the world. Basically, it was the sadness of a young boy (don't scold me for being innocent!).
I remember that I could see each other trample on each other every day on my space, and also forwarding things. Hmm, I feel that many of the social software we use now are also going in this direction. However, compared to this, QQ space is still a little cleaner, because the 'internet celebrities' back then didn't have Taiwanese accents, didn't sell clothes or bags or makeup, … Of course, they didn't sell stars or bring them to play dumb to attract fans. But now, few people still record their mood for a while and share it with others. Perhaps it's because we've grown up, we've become more restrained and more willing to hide ourselves, no longer easily expose ourselves to others. Apparently, the people who can persevere in writing are two kinds of people: one is really hard working in life, and constantly motivating themselves and giving themselves encouragement; and the other is a small author or painter, who irregularly sells his/her works and keeps in touch with his/her small fans, and sometimes pretends to be dead to show that he/she is still alive, and then sells his/her works at the appropriate time.
