I haven't talked about the word "alive" for a long time. I probably liked to talk about it before because my life was bleak, and it was probably because I lived well during this period of time. Talking about it today, it seems that something that has been updated dimly for a long time is no longer annoying. There are two things worth talking about today, both of which are small, but I think both should have something to do with being alive.
I went out to print at noon, and passed the family courtyard on the way back to the dormitory. An old lady who looked very tough asked me to help her connect to the campus network. It was incumbent to help, but it was my selfish desire to help. Sitting at the computer desk with the old lady, the Internet is connected, and WeChat can also be used. After she knew it was okay, she told me that she wanted to open a stock market software and couldn't open it. The old lady had something inexplicably cordial on her body. I took the initiative to talk while operating the computer. After the exchange, I found out that she is from Sichuan, more than 80 years old, and her husband and wife are both retired teachers from school, and their children are working outside. She said that her stock trading is a mixed time, and the other is that her brain is not bright when she is old, and she can exercise her brain. When I joked that Sichuanese can go out to play mahjong, the old lady smiled and said that she was not flexible and made others fool others. Unhappy. She grinned with a missing front tooth, just like a sunflower in the evening. Life is not pure, clean and elegant is a necessary quality to live. When I left the door and turned around, I couldn't help but grinned. My teeth were complete, and I was like a sunflower.
Too much nonsense, before the movie. In the evening, "Nanuk of the North" was opened after a "fierce" choice, which was an out-and-out adventure. Is it interesting for "civilized man" to observe "barbarian"? It's incredible. A family, to be precise, is a family of primitive people living in the Arctic Circle, a place of bitter cold, working life. From beginning to end, I was worried about whether the four-month-old baby who was naked in the wind and snow would freeze to death—even in the "big hat" of my mother. Of course, a hundred years have passed, so my worries should be redundant. It is said that the protagonist Nanuk was trapped in the snow and starved to death during a hunt not long after the filming. When people in a civilized society talk about being alive, many cultures, history, philosophy, art, religion, etc. have been born. If you ask this brave hunter Nanuk, "What is it to be alive?" He will probably give you a piece of life. Seal meat. Compared with barbarians, I don't think it is outrageous. Anthropologists study primitive tribes, mostly by studying themselves, and studying what humans look like after all these civilizations are aside. So what is it to be alive? Of course there is no answer, but this is probably related to hunting a walrus in the wind and snow and pulling it back step by step.
It's called nonsense when it's endless, just listen to nonsense. In recent months, I have noticed a very interesting phenomenon: many netizens have begun to make a wave of mocking ridicules about the "nets suppressed cloud". In my opinion it is a good thing. "Born to be a human, I'm sorry" is far less meaningful than "eat a person raw, I'm sorry". To be alive, "cannibalism" may be good, but sorry is the most useless.
In the end, I hope that the beautiful boys of Wutiao people will return to the stage.
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