In some chapters of prose online, I have said that my memory is very poor. Therefore, I can’t remember the lost (continued ten) manuscript I wrote the night before. This also makes me more disgusted with the extremely vulgar behaviors of gamblers in small town stores. I want to explain here that my network cable is connected to the oil spill in the store. Unexpectedly, after I finished the draft, the store owner pinched my network cable, which caused me to submit it, failed to upload my file. This made me extremely annoyed. That night, my tears almost flooded my tile house. It is really hateful. Especially at this moment, if I want to rewrite (continued ten), I will be more angry. In order to present in front of everyone earlier, I will calm down my thoughts first. First of all, Chinese people are the most face-saving race in the world. I am a face-saving person. Because I like the exquisiteness and simplicity of the small tile house, but I am afraid that others will look down upon me as a person who can only live in the small tile house. Therefore, I began to work nervously. In order to realize the ideal, as well as the wonderful and unconventional process, I began to think about how to improve the precision and firmness of the building materials of small tile houses, I can not only maintain the original simple and ordinary characteristics of my life, but also increase my wealth to a level that can convince the world. In this way, I am satisfied. Because from then on, I could sit back and live in the small tile room without being despised by the rich. At the same time, I lived in a better environment because I could get rid of the bondage of small tile houses. I not only got quantitative relief in material, but also got qualitative leap in thought. At this point, I feel that I have found a specific goal for myself to strive for in the future. But here comes the question. How can I achieve this? Tough! As the saying goes, ideal is very plump, reality is very skinny. Sometimes I am very confused, and I don’t know where the road ahead should lead. It was not until one day that I published an article on prose online and passed the examination that I found some spiritual sustenance. However, in terms of the accumulation of wealth alone, I still have no capital to show off my wealth to the world at present. What I have is only a passbook with thin wages for the survival of the people at the bottom. How do you say that you can live in the cloud-Sky environment of the cave mansion and live a life like a fairy surrounded by strange flowers and splendors? I don’t think anyone can tell me its answer. In fact, the problem is very simple, that is, as I said, to build a small tile house in my heart. I think when the Tile House was founded, it was the day when wealth gathered. Today’s merchants are very vulgar. As long as you are famous, he will invite you to dance with Wolves. Then, there will be turbid money rolling in to you. I dare not think about such consequences, nor do I bother to think about them. I just want to live an idle and free life, write popular essays, and then use the tips earned from work and manuscripts to realize my incredible and weird ideas of flaunting wealth little by little. Purpose is simple. I hope that I can live in a small tile house without interference from the outside world. In this way, I think it is better than anything else. You see, how terrible it was that China’s richest man Zhong Qing was beheaded recently. So-called, wind Big Tree, finance multi-trouble. I don’t want to be dragged down by the more wealth than others. Therefore, it destroyed my process of building small tile houses. The small tile house is a small Greek temple in my heart. It has made considerable achievements in the process of my life and the development of my literature. I’m glad. No matter from the content of the alternative discussion in the previous paragraph, or from the argument of the unique life view at the beginning, the formation progress of my small tile house is not affected at all, this also excites me. From these aspects, I can tell you the reason of my pursuit of wealth: the pursuit of wealth itself is the upward witness of life itself. This comes down in one continuous line with the upward spirit of building the cabin. Therefore, I am not seeking wealth, but seeking blessing. The ancients said that it was a blessing from misfortune, and this was the truth. In fact, I don’t have to worry about others’ opinions on me at all. Because it is the product that I am worrying about. I can talk about an ancient phenomenon: If you are dressed in rags among the rich, you will die of self-abasement; If you are dressed in gorgeous clothes among the poor, you will be beaten and disabled by others, however, in the same crowd, if you wear similar clothes, you will feel at ease and your wealth and life will be guaranteed. It can be seen from this that my small tile house will not have unique treatment among many small tile houses. Of course, the owner of the small tile house was also delighted. And all my actions are nothing more than trying my best to release myself and make tomorrow different from the past. As the saying goes, people go up and water flows down. In fact, the artistic conception of a word controls all changes in the world: Tao. Wouldn’t you say?

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I saw off my daughter who learned painting, and it was much quiet around. I could neither hear the rotation of the washing machine upstairs nor the pop music next door, only the wind of this season touches the windows of the corridor again and again. Because the heating had been stopped for a long time, the room was like an ice kiln. It is said that one inch of time is one inch of gold, but the fourth month of each year is the time when I feel the most miserable. It seems that I can only read my novel by Mengqian. “Selected Novels” is my favorite in my spare time. To become famous writers one by one, the stage of “Selected Novels” is indispensable. Like a movie fan who is obsessed with movies, I sit under the stage and watch their performances. Sometimes I have a feeling of stirring. In such weather, I want to find a comfortable posture to lie down. Even if I am alone on weekends, I will try my best to make it give birth to some warmth. I opened the newly folded quilt again, paved it, then got into it, stretching out only two arms. I casually turned over a novel and read it word by word. After getting better and better, the time seemed not to be so long. When I read the highlights, I also marked them with a pen. My husband used to say that I read slowly, but in fact, I I am understand while reading, thinking about how they conceived, how they transited between paragraphs, and how they wrote words and sentences. It is said that a large copy of articles in the world makes sense. But I forgot that I was a person who felt sleepy when my head hit the pillow. I fell asleep when thinking about it. I also dreamed that I was the protagonist in the novel and was trapped in a daze by love, after sleeping, after reading a novel, I played the story over and over again in my dream like a movie. I didn’t know how many times I opened my eyes. It was already two o’clock in the afternoon. It was lunch time earlier. Ha, I saved another meal. It’s good that my child and husband are not at home, I can cook less meal. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help looking up at the wedding photo on the wall, but saw my husband’s reproach eyes. Look, I’m not at home, are you starving again? Soon it was time to pick up my daughter. Suddenly there was another call, and there was a sound in the room immediately. At this time, the sound that could be heard at ordinary times was heard again. One day was about to pass. The clothes were not washed and the room was not cleaned. Looking in the mirror, I looked sleepy again. Such a precious time has been wasted by me. I can only write a diary as a memorial to my husband who has worked hard for a day and is looking forward to returning home, I hope to have a daughter of a good mother to explain, and more importantly, to myself who cherishes life and treats life well!

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