Luo's Ode to Goose
Goose, goose, Xiang Tiange, white hair floating green water, Anthurium playing clear waves.
Second, the story of the goose
Now I have no interest in taking a holiday, and the feeling of being idle at home is not interesting at all. Often the feeling of falling from the raid will be overwhelming, and I will be dismembered alive. Like a puppet man held by a string, my soul has long been taken away, and my body is no longer controlled by my thoughts. A stupid goose, gawking on the big bed and staring at the TV screen with empty pupils, found that there was no electricity at all. She smiled and smiled at herself, thinking that one day the songs on the billboard were really fucking nice. Suddenly she glanced at the reference books of a mountain piled in a corner, recalling that she had vowed to read them all, and now she could only leave it stranded there because she was exhausted and didn't want to move at all. Tired, realistic and depressed, they didn't let me relax. My brain is buzzing, and the next second I will even have hallucinations, which may drive me crazy. Suddenly, the fan suddenly turned, so all the strange ideas in my mind were crushed. I watched 8 Miles again, and Em's ideal made me feel a lot. When I was chatting with my friends the other day, I found that I still didn't have a clear idea. Suddenly I feel a little timid, and now I just want to look up to my future and find my own career as soon as possible. A phone call in the afternoon completely ruined me, and it can be said that it ruined myself. I actually dragged my tired body in the stadium for more than 4 hours, and finally I had to admire myself for being so humiliated. I don't know if it's because depression has turned into motivation, full of anger motivation. The only thing I can do is to consume it bit by bit, and then have a good sleep and enjoy the sunshine of the new day. Recently, I often have nightmares, dreaming that I am lying on the cold rails and the roaring locomotive is upright. I am not bound by anything, but I can't escape. I can only watch the wheels come over. Fortunately, I woke up in an instant and was in a cold sweat. Fortunately, I didn't die in my dream, but I saved myself in reality. Fortunately, I hope there will always be ~
The story of the goose:
Legend has it that Wang Xizhi especially likes geese, and there are two related stories:
First, goose for Huang Tingjing. It is said that a Taoist priest begged him to write scriptures many times, but he didn't. Later, the Taoist came up with a plan to get some good geese. Wang Xizhi wanted them very much, and finally wrote Huang Tingjing for geese.
The second is the story of Ursa Major. Legend has it that an old lady brought some good geese and asked Wang Xizhi to write them for her, such as "Baby Goose" and "Palace". Wang Xizhi woke up and didn't write again. But the old lady (changed from Guanyin) took the written words away as the name of the main hall of the temple.