You're Wrong. The Mind Is Not Like

It Was A Short One-paragraph Item In The Morning Edition.

Like Flowers Scattered In A Storm, A Man's Life Is A Long Farewell.

Did You Ever See Anyone Shot By A Gun Without Bleeding?

In Certain Areas Of My Life, I Actively Seek Out Solitude. Especially For Someone In My Line Of Work, Solitude Is, More Or Less, An Inevitable Circumstance. Sometimes, However, This Sense Of Isolation, Like Acid Spilling Out Of A Bottle, Can Unconsciously Eat Away At A Person's Heart And Dissolve It. You Could See It, Too, As A Kind Of Double-edged Sword. It Protects Me, But At The Same Time Steadily Cuts Away At Me From The Inside.

When I Start To Write, I Don't Have Any Plan At All. I Just Wait For The Story To Come.