Time: 2009-8-182:21:18 Words: 3387
My Roommate: The End
Finally, my roommates and I lost the chance to meet face to face. We only maintained intermittent contact in the virtual network because everyone was very busy. This might be the best reason. Who would sing for me? Would we still be crazy for love?
This might be the destined ending, just like how I had suffered enough from lovesickness. I still had fantasies about so-and-so, but it was destined to be a one-man show. I would only act alone, let him sink into the sea of bitterness, and let my understanding accept the harshest torture in hell. If I love someone, I'm destined to pray silently for her happiness. Any careless action that unintentionally hurts her will make me feel pain.
Saving the country through a curved path was the same principle as connecting. Since 2006, I have been in contact with my roommates. Hui Zai had gone to Anhui to rescue his girlfriend in 2006. After returning, he had a deeper relationship with her and married her at the end of 2006. This was also a good result. We met at the end of March 2007. The couple was doing well. He was also a supervisor in a Japanese company. In the end, we lost contact with Great Chang. Very few people know where he is. Perhaps he and Xiaohui are living happily and are afraid that we will disturb them. Haiwa is still doing his internet business in Beijing. I think the situation will get better and better. It's just that his girlfriend is suffering. When will they get their marriage certificate? As for Boss, he was doing better and better on the Internet. He was helping the company design and promote some products. It was said that he was currently renovating his house. He had a good relationship and a good career. He had a beautiful woman in his arms. Perhaps he would soon step into the hall of marriage. Xiao Ma was still learning how to use electric welding. Perhaps he had achieved success and could be an engineer. In the end, he still got together with his beloved. As for me, I will appear frequently in my future autobiographies.
Freshman Life-The Arrival of the Age of Freedom
I don't know how I came to this school. It was like a dream, and I felt as if I had never woken up.
The door to the university was already open for me. I originally wanted to register myself, but my father was obviously worried about me. In fact, there was no need. So he personally escorted me to this school that I was already very familiar with but had never entered before on September 16th.
In September, the osmanthus fragrance in the world. My father took the money and went to the administrative building to register. A second-year student welcomed me warmly. My father and I followed the warm-hearted handsome man to complete the procedures. After collecting the bedding, we walked towards the West District. It gave people a really unpleasant feeling. The ground was dusty and desolate. The scorching sun shone mercilessly on our faces. The cicadas kept chirping. I walked listlessly. I chatted with my schoolmates, but in the end, I was not in a good mood. When they reached the dormitory, they were also tired and panting. Sixth floor, could it be that I had to fulfill the promise of " to see a thousand miles, to go to the next level "? I was the fifth to arrive at the dormitory, and I was quite satisfied with the environment here. The first person I met was Wang Mou. His father gave him a cigarette, but he obviously didn't smoke. I felt that he was in his 30s, which was the good fortune of the Yellow Plateau.
On the third day, military training began.
I didn't have a deep impression of this military training. I always felt that the instructor treated us too well, so naturally, I didn't have that feeling.
My adaptation speed is slower than the average person, but after adapting, my vitality will definitely be the strongest and strongest.
The shadow of failure had always hung over me. Although I had actively participated in various activities, especially the Chenguang Literature Club, I was still unwilling.
When I was free, I would buy a book to read." Dusk of Idol "," Nietzsche's Collected Works ", and " Miniature Fictions ". I loved them all day long. However, I still hadn't finished reading " Nietzsche's Collected Works ". Perhaps it was because I couldn't comprehend it, so I was aimlessly seeking a spiritual sustenance to relieve the depression in my heart. At night, I would sometimes write a diary, and the mood wasn't very high.
Sometimes, I would go to the library. I didn't know what my purpose was. It was to find beautiful women. Or to feel the atmosphere? It was hard to tell how I became sentimental and worried all day. I suppressed my emotions and became silent. I was originally a lively and cheerful person. Overnight, I saw this disturbing society clearly. I only kept silent and did not dare to explode. If a person wants to transform society, his first task is to transform himself and work hard to adapt to society.
He had been in school for more than three months. He could not stand too much free time, but he did not become an internet user. He heard from Zhang X (Boss) and Wang X (Hui Zai) that it was a mysterious world. He did not think much of it. Later, he fell into the quagmire of the Internet. He could not resist the temptation and almost drowned in the ocean of the Internet. It seemed that everything was settled.
maybe
- -(Shu Ting) Replying to a reader's loneliness
Maybe there are no readers in our hearts
Maybe the road has been wrong at the beginning, but the result is still wrong
Maybe we'll light lanterns one by one
And blown out by the wind one by one
Maybe I'll burn out my life to shine on others
But there's no fire to keep me warm
Maybe we sing about the sun
And sung by the sun
Perhaps the land will be more fertile after the tears run out
Perhaps the heavier the shoulders, the more lofty they are
Maybe cry out for all the suffering
I can only be silent about my personal misfortune
Maybe because of an irresistible force
We have no other choice
Ignorant life
I don't want to practice online dating because I can't even grasp reality. However, the power of the internet was truly unstoppable. Once I entered the internet cafe, I didn't want to come out. I had a certain impulse that couldn't be satisfied in reality. I could only imagine freely in the virtual space.
You are the beautiful half of a golden wound.
There were many things worth remembering, but it was difficult to grasp them with one's heart. Because I'm always bothered by trivial matters and can't be myself. It was really difficult to recall the past.
When I held your hand, I felt my heart tremble and my heart beat faster. My weakness was exposed. That dark corner was something I would never forget. I swore that I had tried my best. From that moment on, I found that I no longer belonged to myself, but to you in my subconscious. I have always been trying to hear your voice. I will remember every word you say. Beautiful things have opened up my memories. I will become like this. The light in the dark is not for illumination, but for clarity. It makes my heart burn even more. Why should I give up on pursuing? Pursuit was the inexhaustible motivation for success. I didn't try to hide myself, but I never admitted that I really loved you.
I was lost in my freshman year. I was like a small boat on the sea. Without the guidance of a lighthouse, how could I walk out of the harbor of my soul? He was probably already used to disappointment and shock, to loneliness and weakness. When Cupid's arrow was shot, he never cherished it. Instead, he used all his strength to destroy the fragile defenses of his heart and emotions, making those who loved him not dare to love him, and those who hated him hate him even more. If love could be given, then God probably didn't have to exist. That was why some people would still prefer God to be eternal.
A lot of interest was destroyed in freshman year, and perhaps it was already outdated-out of date. Thus, I had no choice but to search for another way of life. I didn't dare to eat meat with my mouth wide open, nor did I dare to drink wine with my mouth wide open. I had to be careful with everything. This was the so-called gentlemanly demeanor. How long could I last? Chatting online had become a compulsory course. Otherwise, they would be ridiculed as " old-fashioned " or even " discriminated against." Listening to music and flirting with beautiful women made people hesitate. Music could be listened to and even sung, but beautiful women didn't seem to need it. Some people said that I wanted to play games and didn't have the time. Some people said that I wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination and study until my head was rotten, so I didn't have the time. Some people said that I was a celibate who liked to do things alone and flirt with beautiful women. In short, everyone had their own reasons to prove that what they said was the truth. One problem with multiple solutions, scattered thinking, long live understanding.
Someone suggested holding a ball. Everyone was excited. It was rare to meet each other. Who wouldn't want to show their true self? Don't be timid or hide anymore. We have to learn to believe in ourselves. If we don't know how to dance, we can always fool people with the rabbit dance. Why not have a lively atmosphere with laughter?
Sometimes I can't help but find myself outdated and... They couldn't keep up with the situation and moved slowly. When I was about to move, they had already stepped into a new field. Therefore, I had to constantly learn, update my thinking, and work hard. However, I was born with a dull brain, and it was not easy to turn around. Therefore, I was always the so-called "outdated person." Fortunately, I didn't care too much. Otherwise, I was really worried that I would lose myself. Fortunately, stupidity was also a wealth that I could enjoy endlessly. Therefore, I adhered to the creed of stupidity: Persevere to the end!
My social circle was really small. I had to expand my battlefront in order to show my talent. I probably really didn't want to fight with others. Other than my best friends in the dormitory, I wasn't too close to the other people's circles. Even if I tried to infiltrate them sometimes, I would always stand outside the door. It was as if I only liked to drink and didn't smoke, while others only smoked and didn't drink. There were also some people who liked to drink and smoke, while the rest didn't. Hobbies are unforgivable, interests are also cracked, how to surpass, so I firmly believe that a forced melon is not sweet. Will two grasshoppers tied with the same rope fall in love? If loving each other is a good excuse, then they will break up very soon. Just like how we are destined to be together. She came from Shizuishan in Ningxia, but when my roommate and I heard her mention the name of her hometown for the first time, we thought it was a platypus. No wonder she was nicknamed charcoal by the " Brother Cricket " in the class. That is a place rich in charcoal. Is this the preference of physics students? Her love for black determined that we were destined to be a tragedy. Even though she had been in my heart for the past five years, like a gust of wind, like a familiar elemental symbol, she could always give us unlimited imagination. When I was in the Tengger Desert for a live ammunition drill, I looked up at the starry sky on a quiet night. A sense of self-satisfaction and happiness jumped on the paper, so July 2004 was no longer hot. Although my skin was tanned into the so-called "Gansu red face"-the typical symbol of plateau red, it might finally be close to her bronze color. I often laugh at myself. Perhaps longing is another kind of love, the depth of unrequited love.
I didn't have an online relationship, nor did I grasp my love in reality, so I walked further and further down this path. Not to mention that this freshman life was like a new recruit in the army like many people. He was careful in everything and crossed the river by feeling the stones. He learned some etiquette that was necessary for university and slowly adapted. When I first arrived at school, I was really depressed about my prejudice against the Internet. Why did my roommates, Boss Zhang and Hui Zai, talk about the Internet with relish? So many nights they talked happily, but I was depressed. After enduring countless nights, I decided to write a novel to criticize their behavior,"The So-called Beginning". I put my roommates in the opposite role and let them die uglier than pigs.
The first half of the freshman year passed by in silence and boredom. She learned to hang out in the library and had a preliminary understanding of the Internet. She slowly embarked on the track of university. Who would have thought that there would be more interesting things waiting for me to discover in the second half of my freshman year?
(Finally, the second half of the first year of university)
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