Writer experiments, facts, and truth in the end, there's no such thing as facts, especially here, all of this is, someone's stupid invention, don't you realize, of course, you'll want to find out, who's behind it, Why, what's the use of your knowledge, who's conscience will be condemned for this, my conscience, I have no conscience, I'm only crazy, some bastards scolded me, I was hurt, and other bastards came to praise I, I was hurt again, I gave my heart and my soul, but they ate it away, I wanted to remove the filth in my soul, but they ate it away again, they are all literate people, they all Hungry ghosts, always surrounded by reporters, editors, critics, and a steady stream of women, all craving, come on, come on, if I hate writing, if writing is for me A profession of endless torture, pain and shame, what kind of a writer am I, I used to think my books could make people better, no, no one needs me, and when I die, two days later, they will again Nibbling other people, I wanted to change them, but they changed me, according to their own model, the past would think that the future is just a continuation of the present, with changes faintly flickering on the horizon, and now, The future and the present have merged into one. Could it be that they have already premeditated, they don't want to know anything, they know nibble, stalkers can't enter the room, stalkers can't enter the area with selfishness, you are right, I'm a scumbag, I haven't done anything good for the world, and there's nothing I can do, I can't give my wife everything, I can't give my friends everything, but don't take everything from me, they have already taken it over the barbed wire Take my everything, here is my everything, understand, everything in this district, my happiness, my freedom, my self-esteem is here, I came here with someone as desperate and miserable as me, These people have nothing left and I can help them, others can't help them, only a scumbag like me can, because I can help them, I cry with joy, that's enough, I want nothing more Summer is gone I will never return to Gao Yang, still hot and still in the heat, I will fall into my palms like the five petals of the past, but the petals are still bad and not exhausted, but the good is not lost, but the light shines in the world, but the light is still lost, but the strength is stable and my face is open. I'm glad, but I'm glad that I'm still lucky, no leaves withered, no branches broken, the day is clear like glass, but the day is still lost
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