Wen: I'm Su Yan.
I remember the first time I went to Yuci local literature editorial department, and I entered Yuci city. When I take the city bus, I don't even know to get on and off from the front and back doors. I have to correct my mistakes when I get on and off the bus. I think the driver can also see that this is a terrapin entering the city and does not intend to break the routine.
The editorial department is on the fifth floor of the municipal government. You need to register your identity at the concierge before you go in. Shaking like a sieve with a pen, I walked into the sacred hall of the magazine editorial department for the first time. I was quite excited and more afraid, and my body trembled uncontrollably. I managed to write down my name and ID number and entered the editorial department smoothly. I saw the real editorial department with my own eyes and the real writers and editors I have always admired, and my heart was more passionate.
I remember that I just graduated from junior high school and went into the society to sell dough on a small dough beach in my cousin's house. Seeing the students who are still at school coming from a distance, I quickly buried my head in the cupboard, fearing that the smell of oil smoke on my clothes would be smelled by the glamorous students, and I was even more afraid that I would be unbearable as a small trader and even more embarrassed than the embarrassing position of promising college students in the future.
I used to hate my name. I used to think that the name given by my parents could no longer be tacky, almost equivalent to the word inferiority. I can't wait to discuss the present by myself, look up ancient books and dictionaries, and find a talented, intelligent and poetic name to replace it.
Time flies, the sun and the moon change, and growth occurs unconsciously. After years of washing and evolution, the self-abased girl in the past has already become a proud white swan.
Hee hee, a little narcissistic, actually using a white swan as a metaphor, quite shameless. Actually, that's what I thought in my heart. The energy you have today is not comparable to yesterday, and the energy you have today is not comparable to the people around you. Dare to boast so confidently: I am so awesome that I can only be imitated and cannot be surpassed.
Mr. Lu Xun has a famous saying: there is no road in the world, and more people will become roads.
The road in the world is everyone's own. What about your own life? Will you relax and follow others? "Master follows suit, master follows suit", or bravely find another way and blaze a path of your own? I think I love the latter more, and I am also a practitioner, practitioner and witness of the latter's efforts.
I started my own life. I walked through a detour, touched the wall and was scarred by thorns around me. I am still immersed in overcoming all difficulties, persevering, walking like a duck to water, getting happier and happier, and stepping out of a unique small world.
Every new book by writer Da Bing has a series of unique labels on its mouth. The long transformation of different identities, almost not close to each other, for a while covered with clouds, very strange and so harmonious and unified, all belong to one person. Can you imagine a TV host and a lonely singer with a tambourine on his back? Can you imagine a cool person with pigtails behind his head and be a devout Lama? Do you believe that this devout Lama is still a good silversmith and craftsman? Believe it or not, he is such a strange existence.
If you can't live, the word may not belong to a famous and married person, such as Da Bing. He's a celebrity, and he can make a name for himself. Small people like us want to be different from ordinary people and do extraordinary things. In a word, we can only evaluate three words: we can't live.
A woman who doesn't stay at home to teach her children, clean up the housework, cook and wash clothes to take care of her family life and go out every day is synonymous with not being able to live.
Every three to five days, I go to the ancient village near the water in the mountains for a day, which is called collecting wind. Wetlands and parks must be revisited occasionally. It is also common to go out early and return late in a foreign land, and occasionally live in a house. Regardless of the operation of big companies, go to kindergartens in rural areas to be teachers of several lovely children, train primary school students to write for six days, hold summer camps on holidays, take a group of naughty children to eat and live together and experience life. This is also an experience. What's more, as a peasant woman, farming, planting trees, growing vegetables, flowers, raising sheep, chickens, dogs and cats, a series of magical activities that do not belong to farmers, attract attention. Is this woman sick to make money? Not tired?
That's not enough. I also run a platform, publish articles, shoot short videos, interview and write, and I became a host seriously. I introduce myself in Qipu dialect with great style: I pay attention to human feelings and people's lives. Hello, I'm Su Yan.
In the short film, I danced with a group of rural elder sisters. A friend left a message below: Is your figure your own? Lele answered happily: the devil's.
Years of day-to-day exercise, years of day-to-day reading and writing, decades of writer's dream, eternal little girl's dream. Even with white hair and wrinkled face, it doesn't hinder the dream of being a little girl. There is a bigger dream. I will live to be 85 years old and die of illness. I organize a 200,000-word book with no book number every year to amuse myself. By the time I die, more than 40 books will be cremated with me. What a meaningful thing.
The more you live, the more confident you are. Now I'm awesome. I want to say: I am so awesome that I can only be imitated and cannot but be surpassed.
Don't believe it? Go! Set out side by side, believe it or not, I have to stop in front and wait for you to catch up when I stride?