After reading my words, there was a girl who went around half of Beijing every week to send me good movies and good music. The literary and artistic movies at that time were far inferior to the stinky streets now. It was a burning disk packed in a brown paper bag, and there were four big characters written on the paper tape "internal information". Therefore, I saw Wong Kar-wai's "Chongqing Express", Kwan Jin-peng's "The More Degenerate the Happier", Edward Yang's "Guling Street" "Teenage Murder", and the music on the CD was changed from Chris Cheung to Nine Inch Nails and Radiohead. I wear national costumes and exaggerated earrings, and curl up in my own bright corner every day. I once saw a bar called "Left Bank" in the newspaper, so I made an appointment with a friend and ran to Houhai to meet the boss. When the waiter informed me that the boss was not there, I lay on the stone table at the door and wrote a long letter to the boss. A long letter to express my high respect for the word "Left Bank". I left my phone number, home address, birthday, and birth date. I hope that a man with a very clean voice will call me soon and say that his name is Zuo An and that he is happy to meet me. But until this coffee shop disappeared, no one still paid attention to me. In April, SARS finally became a frightening word. Schools were officially closed, and the mayor who had just taken office was dismissed. Confirmed and suspected cases of SARS were announced on TV every day. The most frightening thing was that the number of deaths was... Keep increasing. The once noisy streets are now deserted, and the crowded clothing market is sparsely populated except for bored shopkeepers wearing sweaters. Restaurants closed down one after another, and Beijing began to turn into a ghost town, making escape impossible. Both people and vehicles from Beijing were labeled as "suspicious" and became unwelcome objects. It was strange when I was at home during the holidays at the beginning. Classes for different grades were arranged on TV every day, and special teachers were invited to teach all the children in the city. In every class, I sat on the sofa with my legs crossed and ate snacks. From time to time, I would use the remote control to change the channel and send text messages to other students to share the joy of being at home during the holidays. I am even more happy that I have a lot of creative time. Writing is no longer a secretive thing. I can openly expand my thoughts under the sunlight and share my latest works with friends on the Internet at any time. Everyone always encourages each other on the Internet and weaves together splendid literary dreams. Until one day, when I got tired of the pungent green leaves and bitter Chinese medicine, I began to hate the coming of SARS, which destroyed all my longing for this spring. As the disease continues to spread every day, helplessness and panic are the expressions I understand most. I even felt overwhelmed when facing an empty subway car. Everyone was wearing a white mask with an indifferent expression. The dirty air was suffocating. They no longer tried to feel each other's breath because they were afraid of the erosion of germs. Use masks to cut off the only connection, and do your best to protect precious lives. I became extremely anxious because I was too obsessed with words, and even tended to suffer from schizophrenia. I began to cry inexplicably and lose my temper. I began to have a huge distrust of the people around me and began to destroy what I couldn’t get. For the first time, I felt that the huge power of words had exceeded my control. I started to control words. And become controlled by words. In 2003, I had two separate long-distance trips. At the beginning of the year, I went to Shanghai and won the first prize in the New Concept Essay Competition again, and my semi-final essay "Lola" received unanimous full marks from the judges, becoming the highest scorer in that session. players. At that time, it coincided with the fifth anniversary celebration of New Concept. As a winner and a contestant, my arrogant attitude left countless people with an arrogant impression on me. At the end of 2003, I received a call from "Huaxi" magazine at the small commodity wholesale market, informing me to go to Guangzhou to win the "Innocent Writing Award" of the first Huaxi Magazine Original Essay Contest. I actually thought that "innocent" did not fit my writing style and asked the organizer to change it to the "Campus Newcomer Award". And because I learned that there were three people tied for the "Campus Newcomer Award", but there was only one person for the "Innocent Writing Award". And Pi Lai's face was changed again. I spent an unforgettable weekend in that city that had just experienced the ravages of SARS. I met my favorite popular magazine writer, and sat across the table from Mu Zimei, who was in the limelight. I also met Shi Kang and Zhao Zhao, who would become famous in the TV drama industry in the future. What's more important is that because of the sponsors of this competition, not only did I fly back and forth and win prizes and bonuses, but I also received a bunch of messy small skin care products, such as Mentholatum lip gloss and so on.
I treated it like a treasure and showed it off to my classmates. For the first time, I felt how wonderful it would be to write a pen!