From this point of view, I went home years ago and spent half a year at home. Why don't I feel it?
Unprecedented leisure years, living a small life at home every day, drinking a little wine at night, a lot of bottles together, a year disappeared in the hazy eyes.
At first, I saw the title of the essay "My First Half Year", but I didn't agree. In my heart, I don't admit that this half a year has been wasted. I always thought that a year was still early, but I was deceiving myself in essence.
Getting up early has become a habit of mine. As for the effect and achievement of getting up early, just like the moon in the mirror, I just have a different concept of time.
It is a difficult process to change from a former night owl to an early riser.
At first, I was not used to it, because the dream fragrance in the morning was an irresistible temptation, but the restless sleeping position before twelve o'clock at night was a deep torment.
After reading a lot of writing experience, it is said that getting up early is beneficial and harmless. Morning is the most awake moment of the brain. Get up at this time, don't want to see anything, just concentrate on writing, no matter what you write. Anyway, I just let my temper write.
Having said that, it is difficult to do. Because I can't sleep at night, getting up early is inevitably a little sleepy and my head is a little confused. Because this is a good time to dream, I was forced to sit at my desk and have a cup of tea, gradually driving away the sleepy children in my mind.
I don't know how those who get up early to write at three or four every day do it. There are many (such as Mr. Jiang Kunyuan). Maybe our technology is not enough to compare with others. It can only be regarded as naive imitation.
As usual, I won't stay at home for long after the Spring Festival. When I go back to work, I will write down my feelings and repeat my boring daily life every day.
This year is different, it is hard to be bored, because there is no central support for work. After the Spring Festival, I was basically stuck at home and was not allowed to go out. After the local epidemic ended, I didn't have to wear a mask to the streets, but the prevention and control situation in Beijing became severe again.
Residential areas in Beijing are closed to the outside world, and the prescribed epidemic prevention and control system is strictly implemented. The decoration industry I am engaged in has not reached the standard of free access to the community, and workers are not allowed to enter the community for construction, so they can only stay at home and wait for the notice to start.
In this way, the time at home is getting longer and longer, and I always feel that I will go to Beijing soon, but it can't always be like this. In this way, I wandered around several times, and half a year slipped through my fingers quietly.
I want to read a book, the castle I brought back from Beijing. It's really harder to read than to ascend to heaven. I bought this book when I was in Beijing. I opened a few pages and couldn't understand them. I don't know what it says, so I think I'll take it home and read it again when I have time.
Well, my mother took it to the hospital when she was in hospital, turned over a few pages and didn't know what to say, and then took it back to her hometown. Pick it up and read a few pages when you want to read it. In the end, I really couldn't stand it. I watched half at most. Now it's left in the bookcase in my hometown, and it may take years to finish reading it.
I want to write something, but I just can't calm down. What is the reason? I don't know. Maybe there is no reason. It's just a waste of time.
For the time being, the world is watching, and sometimes only a few hundred words are written. Originally, I was very slow in writing, not as fast as others who finished a complete article in an hour.
If so, I got some books from several local provincial member writers. I only chatted with these writers on WeChat occasionally. The real meeting was at the 20th anniversary celebration of Tongcheng. com。 By chance, I met Teacher Wang Fuyuan, Happy Sister (Teacher Pan Aiya) and Teacher Ye Lin.
In the next few months, I met again, Guang and Luo Qiujuan.
Teacher Wang Fuyuan and one of my relatives are comrades-in-arms, and they were introduced by friends who praised them.
I knew that he had published a book, Tung Hua, so I had the cheek to ask him for it. He said that a small number of books were sold, most of them were given away, and no one was at home. Later, someone asked him for it like me, and I can only express my regret.
I met Pan Aiya at a party in Wang Tong. As an online celebrity in Anqing cultural circle in recent years, Happy Sister was welcomed by many people at the scene. I also talked with my sister about her collection of short stories in Pan Aiya. She said if you have time, please come to me and I'll give you a copy. Too smooth, unexpected.
Teacher Pan Aiya began to write after she retired. In the early stage, the collection of essays "Happy Collection" was published. This collection of novels was newly published in June 20 19. A few days later, I went to the address she gave me, a self-built three-story building with a small yard. Although it is winter, it can't hide the fragrance and flowers of the courtyard. I got this collection of Pan Aiya's short stories as I wished.
At the party in Wang Tong, I also got The Tale of a Talented Man signed by Mr. Cao Peng, which recalled his boyhood, how he loved writing and how he was wronged until he was rehabilitated. Decades ago, the old man could still remember it so clearly.
I feel that I am usually a lover of local literature, but most of the words I write are dull and lack details. But I know that Wang is a native writer, a real native writer and my idol.
Bored at home, I suddenly remembered to send a tentative message to Mr. Wang. I didn't expect the teacher to send a message soon, saying that he would come to Chengguan to bring me a book one day.
Teacher Wang is doing business in Xindu Town, and only comes to Chengguan for business. Just a few days later, I received the book "Soul of the Field" signed by my teacher, and I was very happy.
This book is a collection of essays published by Mr. Wang in local newspapers in recent years. I picked it up and flipped through a few words. Although I wrote ordinary things, the jump between the lines was so vivid and admirable.
I once wrote an article about tallow in late autumn in a newspaper. I also know that Mr. Jun Chen wrote a book called "The Wind Blows Black Sapium", but I have never read it, and I really want to read it. So I did the same thing and sent a message to Mr Jun Chen. Equally unexpectedly, I got another chance to get this book.
I know Mr. Jun Chen, a poet and writer. I have published several articles on his official WeChat account "The Marsh", thus indirectly knowing the names of some of his works.
Located on the second floor of the new Tongcheng Media Center near Tongcheng Normal University, Mr. Jun Chen, deputy director, received me in his office. Simply asked me some writing experience, took out a collection of essays "The Wind Blows Black Sapium" and signed my name. At the same time, he also sent me two collections of prose poems, Silent Burning and Singing and Carving Ice.
On this day, I also made an appointment to ask Ms. Luo Qiujuan, the vice chairman of the Municipal Writers Association, for her "North Window". Teacher Qiu Juan has just transferred to a new unit and sent me a new position. On the other side of the development zone, I followed the navigation and found it. Teacher Luo is younger than I expected. She is a real beauty.
There are some articles in the book North Window, which I have read in her circle of friends or WeChat group. It is because I like it that I want this book. If there is not much time this year, I'm afraid I won't be able to read this book.
The first person to know the name of teacher Qiu Juan was the article "The wind is blowing and the firewood is gone", which was very popular in Liuchi Lane culture at that time. Later, I read the article "North Window", and the beautiful words deeply attracted me, so I had this trip.
One day, I saw the book Tong Hua Kai on the Internet. After I got it, I took a photo of Mr. Wang Fuyuan. He was surprised and asked me how I got it. After knowing what happened, he said thank you for your appreciation. There are several other books in my office. If you like them, come and get them.
Of course. I have an appointment to drive to the vicinity of the drowning bridge on the Longmian River. I didn't expect that we were standing on both sides of the river, which led the teacher to push the trolley to come to me from the other side of the river. This is really disturbing. The teacher said, I stopped by the vegetable market to buy some food, and I went around to the front. It's okay.
These books that Mr. Wang gave me are Endless Tongcheng (made by his army), Beauty of Empty City and Best of Wang Tong, and I like them all very much.
When I went back this day, I thought of Cao Yunxia's "Yun Xin Collection". Because I talked less with Teacher Cao, I still felt the information. As a result, the reply was that I should go to the Municipal Federation of Trade Unions to get it, and she would put it in the gatehouse, so I got a book I liked.
Mr. Guang was once known as a dark horse in Tongcheng literary world, and was once the secretary general of Writers Association. He once published one book a year and six books in a row, and many articles were selected by primary and secondary school textbooks. I just heard that he was a little inaccessible, so although I added his WeChat, I didn't talk to him much.
He has a book called Small Waters. I read some introductions and several articles in his official WeChat account, all of which belong to my favorite books, so I tentatively flew out a WeChat.
Maybe it's my luck or other factors. Teacher Guang gave me the last book in the family, Small Waters, and signed his name. We met outside the gate of No.2 Middle School. He said that he would go to a meeting in the previous place and take out his book by the way.
Teacher Guang looks a little thinner than the WeChat picture. When I first met him, he gave me a good feeling. We just chatted casually, because he was in a hurry to go to the meeting, so we had to have a chance to talk again.
The last time I took a book before I left was when I met Mr. Ye Lin. The old man is busy compiling a million-word new book this year, and he also receives writers from other places on weekdays. He is busy all day. Just when I met him, I received a phone call and made an appointment to meet him in the afternoon.
People with real talent and learning are always busy! Mr. Ye Lin has published a book of 3 million words.
Six books, Tongcheng Folk Atlas, Tongcheng Dialect, Tongcheng Proverbs, Tongcheng Songs, Ninety-nine and a Half, and Longshan Feng Shui, were sent to Tang Sheng Square by the old man by electric car, and a schoolbag of books was heavily picked up.
The old man said, I have no time to sit with you today. Maybe next time. I wish the old gentleman complete merit and create more brilliant achievements.
In a word, nothing was accomplished in the first half of the year.
In writing, the headline number can't be written, and there is no gain. There has been no progress at work, and the economy depends entirely on old money. I hope to get on track as soon as possible.
It's no use talking more. There are so many good books, I'd better study hard.
The announcement of the joint essay activity of Qi and writing topic selection