Every corner is a small era

In a small universe, there is a small era. Inscription “Tiny Times” written by Guo Jingming was quarreled by countless girls in my high school, which made me feel kind and familiar with this book. In fact, this is not the first time to open this book. I remember the first time I met “Tiny Times 01 paper folding times” was in the dark attic when I was in senior high school, and there were a lot of sundries on the abandoned bed. There are several novels, and when I saw the name of Guo Jingming, corresponding to the “tiny era 01 paper folding era” which is familiar to countless people, I opened them to read. But maybe God deliberately wanted to tease me and Guo Jingming. I saw a page of unacceptable dialogue, so it seemed that there was a bomb that would explode at any time in my hand and threw it back to its original place immediately. Later, I saw this book from Huimin not long ago. I am still curious about this famous book. I always think that the prosperity of a person or a book among countless people must have its inherent charm. But sometimes, not everyone can accept this charm. I have heard more or less about the characters in “Tiny Times 01 paper folding times”, and the story is roughly a little vague. I think actually hearing it is just a way to understand. If you really want to experience all the tastes in it, it is better to sit quietly and read books. This time it was because she mentioned “Tiny Times” when she went to the summer solstice dormitory. Her boyfriend lent it to her. I am excited to ask if you can lend it to me. She smiled and said that she should finish reading it quickly. I said three days. As a result, I finished reading it in ten hours. Middle been on and off. The day before yesterday, yesterday, today. The three marks of longitude and latitude interlaced with each other, and each picture drifted away in the blank thoughts. The background of the story is the prosperous Shanghai. This is where I want to find out. Shanghai is like a mirage on the river, with glittering sight. Countless people were stabbed by dazzling light, but they still set sail persistently. The waves were surging, and the elites stood in front of the huge French windows dozens of floors high and looked down at the front with cold eyes. I seemed to hear their indifferent sight cheering the victory on the other side. I feel that this is the fate of the machine. People are willing to bear such a cold destiny in such a city. At the beginning, white-collar workers lived in a hurry for a day in the workplace. There was no scene of warmth, and my heart was put in the ice grottoes for a moment, losing the consciousness of temperature. With Gu Li, Gu Yuan, Lin Xiao, Jian Xi, Tang Wanru, Nan Xiang, Gong Ming and Chongguang coming on stage, the story set off a storm. Yes, waves. Gu Li is a proud peacock, enjoying her youth extravagantly under the beautiful and cold colorful clothes. What she eats, wears, lives and travels are famous brands that I don’t know. She was obsessed with finance and economics, and accurately calculated all her things related to numbers at a speed of 0.01 seconds. Many people like Gu Li, so do I. She had a distinct personality and was calm and rational in the storm, so that Gu Yuan wanted to hold her tightly. She was so distressed. But she was optimistic, and any frustration would finally disappear after crying or silence. She was still full of skin care, drinking expensive coffee, and saying poisonous words that choked people to death. But she herself was infected with tragedy, her mother’s identity was unknown, the contradiction with south Hunan, a woman facing a huge company and so on. These will be a net far away from happiness, covering her and tearing up the people around her at the same time. Lin Xiao narrated in the first person, so he should be the heroine. I think her character is between Nanxiang and Gu Li. When she worked in the famous magazine ME, she accomplished all the harsh requirements of Gong Ming with unimaginable possibilities. So she has the intelligence like Gu Li. But when she faced her feelings, she was stubborn and indecisive. It is like the love of South Hunan to Xi Cheng. The entanglement between Jianxi and Lin Quan finally made Jianxi leave resolutely. She saw off her love with tears. When turning around, crying in Chongguang’s arms. I don’t know whether she wants to get out of the gloomy days when she is separated from Jianxi, or whether she really likes Chongguang. I just think her love becomes thin between the two. It is like a piece of squashed paper, with wind, dust, rain and dew swinging in the strong wind. Nanxiang is a weak but has always been guarding for a devastated love. She described her last love on the drawing board with beautiful self-abasement. Xi Cheng hurt her so many times but she still didn’t give up. Last time. She said. This is so sad but helpless. Because of Gu Li and Xi Cheng, she began to stay away from this flashy circle, like escaping. Finally, Lin Xiao met her at Christmas. But she shivered and told Lin Xiao what was the dirtiest secret. I always thought that her last farewell was the rumbling sound of train. What she said to Lin Xiao was automatically thrown under the rail by me, leaving a red liquid after being smashed. Tang Wanru always speaks and does things in a pure attitude like a single-celled organism. Her words were like a hilarious bomb, which made people laugh out a drop of tears in the shocking eyes at any time. She was extremely distressed for having to train and having to face herself with muscles. She liked Weihai, but at last he looked like a kite with broken lines gradually away from her pink bubble love. I think such a simple girl must have her own happiness. Gu Yuan, a handsome, air-conditioned person, and Gu Li’s tacit understanding, wearing a computer cold mask overdrawn. He and Gu Li are a natural couple, with the same hobbies, the same life and the same way of speaking. At the beginning, Gu Li came to his dormitory with hot chaos. Later, when he sent a text message to apologize to him, he sent a text message: I love you. At that time, he was very depressed and had no money to eat for two consecutive days. The tears left are melted in the warmest corner of my heart in the white hot air. Gu Yuan’s love is like a dormant volcano. I know that he will never leave Gu Li. Just like what he said: I think everything else is bullshit. It doesn’t matter who you sleep with or who you kiss. To love someone is to accompany him, warm him and consume a huge life with him for a long time. Just like Gu Li, no matter what happens to her, I still love her —— Jian Xi is like a warm south wind blowing through the whole picture scroll, he is gentle and gentleman, always provide a solid arm when Lin Xiao is sad. He was a prince, indifferent to his own color in the prosperous circle. But he still disappointed me. Is he out of pity for Lin Quan, guilt, or love? He set foot on the airport, embracing Lin Quan and disappearing in the stunned sight of Lin Xiao. The final farewell is not just poetry, but wind. Silent, no black and white. Speaking of Gong Ming, in fact, his indifferent and expressionless machine life has always been regarded as the model of the hero by me. And he in the story increases your accepted cleanliness. I think Lin Xiao is really suffering. But he always had people who cared about him, eager for his father’s approval and caring for his sick younger brother. I look forward to his wonderful love in the world. Love can melt his cold heart and give him a kind of power to look around at the fiery red of Phoenix Flowers. Chongguang, I began to think that he was just a very insignificant role, and there would be no intersection with their circle. But in the end, he fell in love with Lin Xiao. When he approached Lin Xiao gradually, I suddenly understood his destined role and fate. After encountering Lin Xiao and changing into gastric cancer, he took off his childishness and Halo and reborn with a mature and vicissitudes and very warm face. But how long can his life last and how long can his love last? With the warmth and ugliness of human nature, each character poured out the joys and sorrows of life, love and hate in the prosperous Shanghai. I suddenly felt scared about Shanghai, a metropolis. Imagine standing beside the Huangpu River, the crazy wind rolled up swirls. The neon lights at night flickered with a dim dream, and all the office workers started the night life of drunkenness with a glass of vodka. Finally, no one wants to wake up. But after the countless alarm rings in the morning, they still had to rush to dozens of floors of office buildings. My ear seemed to have remembered the sound of white-collar high-heeled shoes of ten centimeters. Shanghai, a prosperous metropolis, has condensed a small era. Countless people played the mixed joys and sorrows in the city where they traveled around. I was suffocated in the book, overlooking this small area on the map of China, occupying all its space with a blank look. I seem to have seen the white-collar workers who are working hard in the tall buildings. Our times are sad. I think that’s what Guo Jingming wants to express. Under the Iron hoof of material, the drunken lifestyle obliterates many beauty of human nature. We don’t know whether what we pursue is the opposite mirage, or whether such endless pursuit has a result, and whether this result is exactly what we want? Guo Jingming said that our lives exist in such a small, crowded and warm era. —– There are more time we don’t know and places we haven’t seen. This era did not stop turning. It made everyone’s life move forward in parallel in the coldest and most rational way. Therefore, such a small era is in every corner of the world. I threw a pile of pink money into the sky at the highest speed, and I just saw it hit the peak of the era. It was like a sharp sword, followed by a flood of blood.

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