Jing M.Guo _ Jing M.Guo constellation on the constellation.

I want to ask, is this a sentence from Jing m Guo?

Yes, but yours is incomplete. This is the preface to The Edge of Love and Pain.

Dancing with the devil's son-preface

I was born at midnight, a vague time.

Xiao said to me: You were born at the end of the day, so you have experienced the vicissitudes of life for 24 hours before you were born, but you were also born at the end of the day, and nothing has happened yet, so you are like a pure white embryo, but it is too easy to break, and you are bound to feel at a loss. Often displaced.

At that time, I was laughing all the time, because I saw the small and serious look, definitely like a deceitful charlatan.

I was born on June 6th. On this day, Gemini, the mythical son of the devil, was born. My mother told me that on the day I was born, the night sky was unusually clear and full of stars. I think if I open my eyes, I will definitely see the bright brilliance of Gemini.

I was given a Gemini pottery in my last life, but it was damaged on the way. I carefully glued it with strong paint, and now it is on the top floor of my bookcase. The statue is two children standing back to back, looking up at the stars in the same lonely posture. There is a line on the base: Gemini is doomed to have Gemini's sorrow, and we are doomed.

I am a clever boy during the day. Please see what Xiao Xiao often taught me: don't be crazy like a child. Most of my friends always think that I am a child without sadness. I hold a lot of happiness in my hands, and sometimes I even squander it and don't know how to cherish it. They see my bright side, and I certainly want my bright side to be seen. After all, happiness can be shared, but sadness is not. Sadness is an unspeakable heat embedded in the heart. What can be said is not sadness. Sometimes I try to tell others about my inner panic, but I often don't know how to say it with my mouth open. Finally, I just waved and said, "You won't understand."

Some things are destined to be single-handedly, and you can't say it. It's wrong to say it. Then it's too much trouble to continue to support grammar and correct grammar mistakes. So I learned to be quiet. It took me seventeen years to really realize that I should be a quiet person.

However, I am a talkative person, and the telephone bill at home has been high for a long time, but I have grown up day by day. As my friend wrote, lonely children grow up quietly in the wind. I began to get used to writing out my feelings. In small words, it is a good habit, which can not only vent, but also make money. People who write will get sick, and loneliness will gradually seep out of the skin until it fills the gap in every bone and falls into all the blood. This is a wonderful exile.

I like thousands of lights in the dark. They always give me a feeling of calm and warmth. However, I am afraid of the headlights that surprise me in the dark. I'm afraid I'll raise my hand to block my eyes, so I'm helpless.

I am a contradictory person. Gemini's two naughty children are awkward inside me, pulling me in two directions. I can hardly be quiet during the day, but I have almost no other state except quiet at night. I always open the curtains and look at the lonely sky outside through the high glass window. I always feel that the sky is the loneliest thing. It is so huge that no one can listen to it and no one can talk to it. It just stands without saying a word, occasionally thunders, rains and gets angry. When I am unhappy, I like to look at the sky for a long time and look silly. I am also used to sitting on the floor in a daze, holding a cup full of water in my hand and hearing the lonely sound in my throat when I drink water. Keep the computer screen on all the time, and then suddenly turn into a black screen protection, like the instant pleasure of suicide. Get up and type when you are tired, sit on the floor when you are tired, and then go to bed.

Once, Jamlom wrote to tell me that when she woke up in the middle of the night, she would go to the swimming pool to see water lilies in her pajamas. Then I remembered that when I was at home, I sat on the bed with my knees in my arms and listened to the noisy rain outside the window. There are a lot of water molecules in the air, and the soil gives off a simple fragrance. I feel like I'm on a boat. I can see the water collected on the ground, flowing silently and quietly like my time. Sometimes I go to the living room to see fish. Seeing them quiet is like a piece of gorgeous satin. When it is cold, the water drops condense outside the fish tank, getting bigger and bigger, and then slide down a chaotic track. Stubbornly think that it is a fish's tear.

I like the bright wind during the day, and I can feel the sound of flowers blooming in the wind. When I was a child, I liked to go to the mountains to play. I saw daisies full of geese everywhere, then the wind, and then those bright * * spread to the outdoor wind and were taken to the high sky. I still like the wind when I grow up, and I feel that the ethereal and freedom of the wind is a very enviable thing in the room. Later, I learned that Gemini is air signs, spiritual but uneasy. When I grow up, I am no longer used to running to the mountains, and when the city turns into a cement forest bit by bit, the low mound-sorry, I really can't call it a mountain-can no longer give me a simple touch of nature and heavy damage. There is a large dandelion growing on the roof of my house, which may be a seed brought by the wind a long time ago. Then it thrives on the roof of my house from generation to generation and finally grows into a piece of white velvet. Sometimes I see white dandelions falling on my windowsill, lonely but comfortable. So I began to feel that dandelion's life is a great realm-I have no regrets about my lonely wandering.

Maybe I can manage not to complain, but the state of "no regrets" is doomed to be far away from me. At four o'clock in the evening, the black wind is flying, and I can't sit still. Regret often haunts my pen. Facing a large piece of silent black outside the window, I am like an ancient disciple facing a cliff. I always write down sentences like "Actually I should …" and "Actually I should …", so that I often laugh when I write: Why does it look like writing a check?

I am calm at night, but that doesn't mean I am quiet. At night, my thoughts sometimes surge violently, like the Black Sea in the moonlight. The surface is calm and the surface is undercurrent. Growing up, I always had all kinds of dreams. Many times I will struggle to wake up from my dream and then sit in the dark to catch my breath. Then get up and pour a glass of water, pour it out and go back to sleep. I rarely entangle with things in my dreams, and colorful nightmares flow through my body like clear water without leaving a trace. Small laugh at me invulnerability. Because she always sees me smile again during the day. Small. Said my adaptability was amazing. Just like that sentence: it looks too weak to kill.

Youth is a beautiful wound. I've always liked this sentence.

Youth without laughter is incomplete, and youth without tears is even more incomplete. Since I am destined to laugh and cry loudly, I prefer to sing like Ni Ruisi: Let it come, and I will sing with the wind.

I am grateful to God for giving me a keen fingertip, so that I can use words to precipitate even the slightest touch. I don't know if my writing style is the so-called "private writing" rejected by many people. I only know that Yu Hua said that an excellent writer will always write only for his own heart.

A Gemini child stands in the wilderness, looking up at his sacred ideal under the huge blue sky. He opened his hands and closed his eyes, feeling the slight shaking when he passed through his sides. He just put aside his painful and joyful growth, just like this wilderness.

I am the child.

"As long as we read in the same posture, we can comfort each other."