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Because of her explosive hairstyle, she is often called "an artist" when she first meets someone... .

For a while, although I didn't reject it, I wasn't particularly fond of it either.
The reason is that I think I'm not pure enough to get rid of the mundane and fully immerse myself in the expression of my own world and emotions. In my perception, an artist should be extremely self-centered, not need to work for a living, or be supported or remain poor. There is no derogatory meaning here. Focus on expressing your own thoughts. Provide extreme emotional value for a very small number of people. Obviously, I haven't reached such an artistic height yet.

Not rejecting also lies in the fact that one has indeed been engaged in the relevant work all along. I have a certain pursuit of beautiful people, things and events, and I want to express my understanding of this world. But for the sake of making a living, one has to restrain and compromise. For a time, my life was made very awkward. I kept thinking and thinking.

But later I accepted it.

Because I heard a saying: If you think your life has failed, just say, "I'm in the art field."

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Many years ago, the little demon said, "I want to leave Erlang Mountain and go out to have a look." So, he left for over a decade...

In recent years, the competition among demons has been too fierce, and everyone wants to become an immortal. The competition among the major mountain peaks was fierce, and a leading figure was even trapped at the foot of Wuzhishan. After all these years of tormenting, the little demon has turned into an old one. I didn't earn any money and I didn't learn any skills either. But I have come to understand a truth: demons will always remain demons. No matter how hard they try, they can only become demon Kings, and there is still the risk of being usurped and eliminated. Besides, if a demon were to become an immortal one day, it would have to submit a certificate. When fighting his own people, he is even more ruthless than the previous immortals. This is what is called "one demon's success leads to the downfall of all demons."

So the old demon decided to come to Niu City and open a small store to end his remaining life. So I worked very hard to run my own small store. But there was no improvement.

The old demon was well aware that every mountain, big or small, had its own rules, so he consulted the local people.

The locals smiled and said, "This is the City of cattle!" One should be able to blow... .

The sudden relaxation of epidemic control measures has forced everyone to go through a tough time without discrimination. Whether you are rich or poor, this time basically all beings are equal.

The past year of 2022 has left a deep impression on me. Just as Teacher Chen Danqing said: The most powerful belief of the Chinese people is to strive to live. This can be illustrated by the various incidents of people scrambling for medicine and fruits. Especially when a certain "expert" says something, regardless of whether it works or not, they just grab it first and then show it off on social media. It seems that what is being snatched is not medicine anymore, but social currency, traffic and ability (connections).

What is said in the book "The Crowd" turns out to be true: When a person is in a group, their IQ instantly approaches zero. What's even more terrifying is that if you don't follow the crowd, you might be regarded as an oddity. Then, "Those who are not of our kind shall be punished."

The three-year pandemic is like a mirror. It can allow people to see many pictures.

I can only keep myself thinking independently within my limited cognitive range.
Then, strive to live.

It feels like this year has really been an extraordinary one.

Apart from all kinds of bad things at home and abroad, even the weather is different from previous years. This city has issued an orange high-temperature alert for several consecutive days, and today it is even a red alert. Walking on the road feels like being in a hot pan, with the top being fried and the bottom being roasted. Finally, a gust of wind blew, and the heat of over 40 degrees Celsius hit my face. I feel like I'm about to melt. When taking a shower at night and turning on the tap, all that comes out is hot water. All the parcels delivered have warmth.

The previous July was already hot enough. By August, it couldn't be called hot anymore; it should be called "extremely hot". Someone on the Internet measured that the surface temperature had already reached over 60 degrees. Frying eggs is completely fine. What's even more terrifying is that such weather is still persisting.

It suddenly occurred to me a science fiction film: It's about the sun mutating and ultraviolet rays reaching the Earth directly. Human beings would be scorched to death directly under the sun... ..
Could the prophecy of 2012 have been postponed by ten years?