It started its great career: this exquisite net occupied the whole branch. It didn't expect that its feat would bring benefits to mankind: children catch dragonflies for fun with nets, adults round up pests with nets, and philosophers stare at the nets and think about social life. ...
Network is the hope to spread to the world. It walks proudly on the internet and feels like the king of the world. For the ant climbing the tree, it is helpless and seems to feel some kind of faint threat. Therefore, it sends a signal of non-aggression.
Perhaps, like Charlotte, it should perform a legend of its own, but it has been unlucky.
It thought of the most sacred mission of a male spider in his life: to die for love. On a clear breeze and bright moon night, it sent an invitation to magnificent life, zi, zi, zi. ...
As evidenced by the green branches, there is love in the world.
Under the west wing of the moon, its invitation was answered. He fell in love with a female spider and wanted to accomplish the most magnificent mission in his life: to mate with a female spider and let her eat it.
In this way, two nets appeared on that branch. That's the network of love, the network of life, the network of Charlotte.
Theoretically, a new group of spiders will be born on the earth.
However, a child's gunpowder bullet ended everything. The lighted branches made two cobwebs disappear instantly. It was the humans they pleased that shattered their dreams.
Charlotte's web will always be a fairy tale.
The sun shines outside the window, and I don't feel any warmth at all. The streets where the cold wind flows are deserted and deserted, and there are few pedestrians. The rainy weather yesterday changed the weather pattern, so the real cold came. The temperature is close to freezing point, the weather has begun to clear up, and the morning sun is full. It's still biting cold. Perhaps it is this annoying cold wind running around, no matter how tightly wrapped, or nowhere to dodge.
Although my thoughts turned with the weather, I began to become lazy and quiet. I began to look at myself from the bottom of my heart and look at the internet coldly. I recall the people and things that flowed in my memory, the truth and falsehood that existed in hallucinations, which have quietly settled in my heart and have begun to transform into another kind of energy, accompanying me to move on and fly with me. From the beginning, I hated games. I hate hypocrisy. I avoid getting hurt. I always let my sincerity feel the truth of everything. I always let all my love return all my goodness. I always look for all the possibilities in hope. All feelings come and go, and all dreams are ups and downs. Finally, all my dreams are illusory. In the silent world, there is a space full of love. I can feel my sincere heart, but I can't touch the truth. I can't and don't want to get too close. I don't want to be a sinner. I know the root of all my troubles. I know how to hold the hand of truth. I don't care. I don't suffer anymore. From now on, I will treat each other sincerely, but my indifference will make all my enthusiasm feel sad.
Because I know the illusion, I don't want to be hurt, be hurt. I only pursue my dreams in words and interpret my true feelings in the sky of the network. I don't want to get involved in all the truth or hypocrisy here, and I don't want to lose all the innocence
The essays on the Internet were silent for three nights, but it was still too deep.
When I am free, I will subconsciously go to the study and go to the place leading to the colorful world outside, which is my quiet and warm place.
Often at night, I silently face this computer, which has become a family necessity. Sometimes when I think about it, it seems a little addictive. As if I don't touch it for a day, there is always an unspeakable feeling. Even if I sit in front of this thing for a while, I will forget an worry!
Perhaps because of my age, I gradually lost interest in that TV program. What kind of drama, what kind of Korean drama seems to be naturally isolated from it, never catching a cold; Sometimes, when you turn on the TV, you can see the movies you saw many years ago, such as Dai Yue and Shili Ba Cun, and you can watch them with great interest for a while. A few years ago, I patiently watched the lectures of those experts for a while, and then I slowly gave up. Sometimes you can watch something else for a while, but it's all anticlimactic and won't last long.
I think it should be that this network has inadvertently penetrated into people's lives and unconsciously changed our amateur lifestyle. Instead of killing, we entered another new way to communicate with friends and relatives.
Every day when I go to work, the work at hand should be handled through this network, and sometimes I will use a short time to say hello to my classmates and friends far away. Pay attention to their actions and follow their joy. Or have intermittent communication with colleagues in the work group. This network has completely changed our work and life. It has been more than ten years since the earliest dial-up internet access to today's fiber-optic private line, and it has been quite handy to use the network to handle business and communicate with classmates, colleagues and friends. Earlier, when computers were not so popular, I saw those writers discussing changing pens online. Nowadays, we rough men who have moved from construction sites to management positions have gradually adapted to it. A pair of rough hands skillfully beat the ancient characters on this keyboard, feeling the convenience brought by modernization.
During the day, at work, I skillfully handle the business coming and going, and at night, in my personal space, I freely wander in the online world. At the beginning of work, communication was inconvenient, and people's communication was still in a relatively primitive state. Letters, offices or post offices have to communicate with each other for a long time. Some of my classmates who have been in this state for many years have gradually lost contact, and the past intimate relationship has solidified in distant memories. Nowadays, this kind of communication has undergone epoch-making changes in this network age. Every computer is connected to the Internet, and everyone has a smart phone, which can be said to communicate with people anytime and anywhere. If you want a moment of peace, it's not easy for you to find a hiding place. Then instant messaging software and tools will bind you to the world all the time. The so-called mobile phone control, always on the mobile phone, every move, every word and deed throws you the information "bomb" of the place touched by the mobile phone through WeChat and qq, which makes you overwhelmed. Sometimes I think, if one day, will we go back to the past without this network? I can't imagine!
I am also fascinated by this online world, fascinated by its novelty, its magic, its omnipotence, its speed and convenience. This network has changed our world and everything. In work, we rely on the internet, and in life, we can't do without it. This network has brought us to the world of spiders and their way of life. We are always online!
Without the internet, we really don't know how to live and move towards tomorrow. Now we are "online dating"! I wonder what "net" you want tomorrow?
One day last summer, Miss Sister's daughter was diagnosed with encephalitis by the county hospital because of headache, fever and nausea, and was treated with infusion in the outpatient department. Two weeks later, my niece's condition still hasn't improved, which frightened the little sister's family. I consulted a doctor in the inpatient department when I was in a hurry. After listening to the treatment, the doctor suggested a follow-up visit to Luoyang A Hospital.
My little sister invited me to go with her. Although I can't refuse, I am thinking in my heart: What should I do if I go to a stranger? I was worried when I suddenly thought of a netizen who worked in a city unit. At that time, with the mentality of giving it a try, I left a message on his QQ for help and left my own contact number. ...
At eight o'clock the next morning, our group just arrived in Luoyang and received a phone call from a netizen unexpectedly. He said, "I made an appointment for you with Dr. Zhang from the neurology department of a hospital. You can go directly to the inpatient department to find him. " "Yes, thank you very much!" "I'm at work and can't go with you. You're welcome, let's go! "
We soon found Dr. Zhang, who is about 50 years old and amiable. He patiently inquired about the symptoms and treatment of his niece and watched the EEG taken in the county hospital. Then he said, "The little girl needs an MRI, but there are too many patients in the hospital. I'm afraid the test results won't come out today!" " "What can I do?" Little sister asked anxiously.
After thinking about it, I had to call the netizen again and explain the reason to him. "Send me the patient's name and I'll make an appointment for you. Go to the Second Hospital! " After that, the netizen hung up the phone.
Because I was unfamiliar with Luoyang, I took the wrong bus halfway, which delayed a lot of work. It was nearly noon when we arrived at the second hospital. Because the netizen made an appointment in advance, the doctor on duty is still waiting for us! So, my niece checked well that day, and we handed the report to Dr. Zhang in the hospital in time. The follow-up results show that the niece's illness is not encephalitis at all! My niece recovered completely in three days after taking the western medicine prescribed by Dr. Zhang.
After a long time, every time I think of it, there will always be a warm current coming to my heart.
A: Excuse me, is God on the head?
B: There is no God!
A: Excuse me, is the kingdom of heaven on your head?
B: There is no heaven!
A: What about reincarnation?
B: I don't believe it!
A: No, it's impossible!
No, nothing.
A: Is there only the infinite space above? Infinite nothingness and nothing else?
Yes, nothing but cold!
Why use the word cold? Isn't infinity the premise of freedom?
B: Well, freedom! We bear the burden of freedom. See the amazing human beings? See their anxiety and anxiety?
I saw it. I see the heaviness and uneasiness of human beings. So I thought there was something else besides humans!
I told you, no, nothing. We want something, we want to fly higher!
You mean that human beings are afraid of living a humble life?
You could say that.
Oh, I see! Mankind has woven a noble and humble web and has been trapped in this "highest" and "lowest" space ever since.
B: no, it's a burden. We can't live meaningless, it doesn't give us any enlightenment about the meaning of life!
A: Wrong! We're upside down!
I don't understand what you said. What is causality inversion?
A: You said that human misfortune originated from the sky, and you were dissatisfied with the sky. And I want to say that human dissatisfaction stems from the fact that he can only see the net he weaves for himself, but he can't see the emptiness above.
B: It seems that we are going in circles. Why are we weaving a net?
A: I don't know! But I don't think it matters.
That's not important.
That net!
Outside the window, the wind is blowing and cutting mercilessly, and the rainstorm is beating cruelly. The fragile cobwebs on the branches leave only fragmented sadness and helplessness. Looking at that broken spider web, I feel that my memory is not as deep or vague as that broken spider web. If the storm of life is too fierce, will the last memory be lost in an instant?
Maybe not.
At the window, I watched raindrops and beads fall one after another. They beat the railing of the window, splashing bright little water, accompanied by sparkling and touching flapping sound. Looking at the broken spider web, my thoughts are flying and getting farther and farther. It seems that the dribs and drabs of memory begin to gather. I am willing, willing to recall the past, those happy past. I hate it. I hate sitting alone in a dark corner, staring at the gray wall, with tears in my eyes and only sighing on my back. I don't want to, don't want that cruel reality to be interpreted in my mind again, and bear the suffocating pain again, those terrible past events. It doesn't matter whether these memories are happy or sad. The important thing is that they are so deep and deeply embedded in my mind that I can't forget them.
Looking at the broken spider web, I think time is the axis of memory, and the flavoring agent of memory may be different at different times. I think, childhood memories may be like clean snow in the palm of your hand. When you encounter a trace of tenderness, it becomes a transparent liquid and disappears. The memory of youth may burn like a fire, and the dancing flame shows the charm of youth; The memory of old age may turn into an old book, which makes people keep turning pages, recalling the bitterness and pain, excitement and joy that they thought they could forget, and realizing the hardships of life and the joy of struggle.
Finally, the strong wind exhausted its strength, and the rainstorm was no longer passionate. Suddenly, I found a small figure in the broken spider web. A black spider ran back and forth on the spider web and quickly repaired the broken spider web. At this moment, such a small life shocked my heart. Yes! Memory is finally killed by life, blurred and broken, but it will not disappear. Darning slowly, it still appears in the depths of my mind and will not be erased. Of course, I can't decide whether my memory is complete or incomplete. I can't decide whether the memory I keep must be like a butterfly phantom. However, I can use the passion of my life to interpret my unforgettable memory. There is no regret for sadness, joy and pain, just because the protagonist is myself. The past joys and sorrows are souvenirs of the road of life and need to be cherished and preserved.
Small spiders repair broken nets torn by wind and rain, which is not only a review of the past, but also a vision for the present and the future. Perhaps it is because it understands that memory can also face the future. Memories are always memories, and indulging in them is the greatest sorrow. Dry the tears after looking back, put away the smile after turning around, and then go straight ahead. That distant place is a new world, waiting for me to meet again and kiss again. This time, I finally filled the scars of my memory, but I couldn't help but add new scars, but no matter what the result is, I still look up at the sky that belongs to me.
I nodded with satisfaction, got up, turned and left the window. I know, come back tomorrow morning, and I can see a new and complete spider web again.
Murphy's heart has really changed, and he doesn't even know how to frown. The popular network, touching other so-called true feelings, is an invisible network full of infatuation, a kind of indifference brought by yesterday, and all I can give you is a picture. What I can finally give you is a discrete curve, a fruitless oath, and so is my calmness at this time.
I shouldn't indulge in fantasy and let my lonely heart touch the antenna without insulator. Frequency is the focus of impermanence, and the weak net edge rises and falls. It will be a cruel picture to meet and disperse instead of whispering. In life, there is no survival except missing, and all my promises have not been fulfilled. I can't scream to call back the warm voice. ...
Lonely heart music, then who am I singing for? Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, love the palace wall willow, I can't see the silk heart on the palace wall, busy with the long-lost copper smell in the autumn cold shopping mall. Why should I be above the innocent, fall on Kan Kan's heart, take a look at Cang, he knows my hesitant eyes, showing a drop of sadness ... so I will make myself a cocoon and a sink.
If I hadn't heard from you again, I would have quietly hidden my heart and love many years ago in my hand. Whenever my hand is clenched into a fist, I will quietly stick it on my chest and walk with me to an unknown distance. Although there are many regrets, I still live the incomplete beauty in my heart and scatter it in the beautiful dream woven for love.
You have no idea how excited you were. I lost sleep for the first time because of you. I want to be excellent for you for the first time. Although I'm a little short of Excellence, I've been trying to catch up with you. I never regret the leap of life I felt in my heart when I was young. For the first time in my life, I wrote a solemn promise for you, loving you with the greatest generosity, forgiving all your faults and tolerating all your imperfections.
You don't understand, thinking about you has always been a pain in my heart. Knowing that you were leaving was the day before you left. You told me you were leaving. I'm unprepared for lightning, and I haven't figured out how to portray you in my life. You are thousands of miles away from me. Desperate mood feels that the sky is gray and there is no trace of sunshine.
After facing up to the fact that you left, life goes on. I don't want to be farther away from you. I have been working hard for love. I am eager to stand by your side when I meet you again one day, so that you can feel my growth and persistence, learn the tenacity of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and become strong in the changes of the four seasons. I am no longer afraid of the vicissitudes of time, I will swallow it with the long and bitter love past, and cheer for you and me today.
Now I'm sitting by the window alone, slowly sorting out what happened to you in your previous life. I paint your eyebrows, smiling corners of your mouth, flying long hair and curly bangs with a brush. I always feel that elusive ethereal spirit is slightly different from the one you live in my heart. I put down my pen and continued my budding love in my diary, but I hate books being used. Only then did I realize that I was so poor in describing your words carefully that I had exhausted my praise.
It doesn't matter if you don't know. A person's stage is also a classic. There is no right or wrong in the monologue of love. The promised affection will not be reduced by half a point. If you don't love each other, you will always be in your own world. Somehow, God will make you reappear, make the noisy world quiet, and don't let those Qian Qian complexes disturb your dreams. Weave your paradise with the thread of love in the flashy world, put your heart in a hurry, stop drifting with the tide, and stand in the middle of the water.