Have you ever written prose in your daily study, work and life? Prose has the highest demands on the author's subjective emotions among all literary styles, second only to poetry. What kind of prose have you seen? The following is my carefully compiled tasteless prose, for reference only, everyone is welcome to read it. The Tasteless Prose of the World Part 1
There are some things that seem ordinary to say, but when I think about them every time, I seem to feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. So, I have a little free time today, and I want to write them down briefly.
When my father was about sixty-five years old, he retired from a company. Because he was a contract worker, his salary and pension were settled in one lump sum. After coming back, in addition to planting a few acres of insourced farmland, I went to work on construction sites with the outsourced foreman. Because bricklayer work was dirty and tiring, young people were unwilling to do it. At first, I mixed cement and sand behind the master bricklayer. , Picking bricks and tiles, etc., and soon learned to build walls, using small jobs as big jobs during busy hours. Because my father is hard-working, not afraid of hardship and tiredness, and is honest and never cares about the wages, many contractors like to ask him to help with work.
The days passed day by day. Although it was a bit harder, I still lived a steady and happy life. I spent a few years peacefully like this. It may be that there are relatively few residents in the small village in my hometown. That year, a chemical company needed to expand. After calculations, the demolition fee there was more cost-effective, so the local government requested that the small village be demolished. The rural people did not know the situation outside, let alone I didn’t know much about policies and regulations, but I didn’t know how to talk about big principles. With the persuasion of the demolition team members, everyone signed the demolition contracts at will. My family also calculated tens of thousands of demolition fees and was allocated a new residence. After all the hard work, , and finally built a new house.
The uncle next door is the director of a small business. He used to be the captain of the production team in the collective, and later served as a member of the village committee. He and my father are uncles and brothers. He has an upright temper, can speak well, and has certain abilities. Working ability, at that time, my family or the team would ask him to help me with anything, and the living conditions were much better than mine. At that time, he was the first to take the lead in the demolition, and he was also the first to build a new house. . I don't know whether it was because of too much hard work or other reasons. The house was not completely completed. I went to the hospital to find out what was wrong. I immediately went to a large hospital for surgery, which was a narrow escape.
After a lot of hard work, my house was built and we finally settled down. Three years later, life got a little better. Unfortunately, my grandfather was hit by a car and suffered a femoral fracture. Broken, our family is honest and kind, and we don’t argue with others. After going to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor said that my grandfather was old. He was already ninety-one years old at the time. His bones were so loose that he couldn’t undergo surgery. He could only receive conservative treatment, and he was given medicines and plasters. As long as he didn’t The pain was fine. My grandfather lay on a wicker chair every day. Sometimes my father used a wheelchair to push my grandfather outside to get some air. Once, my grandfather suddenly had herpes in his ears, which was very painful. Later, he invited folk experts to cure it with ancestral convenience. But not long after, he had another small stroke. After getting wet and taking medicine, it took a long time. He slowly recovered, but it didn't last four years. Three years later, one spring evening, my grandfather died suddenly of complications.
The second year after my grandfather passed away, my uncle's condition metastasized. After many treatments, he could not be saved and passed away in great pain. The year before last, due to misfortune, my second uncle was also hospitalized due to illness. Although my two sons and two daughters tried their best to help with the treatment, they were unable to save my second uncle's life in the end. On the day of his burial, his two sons asked my father to give him medical treatment. A simple ceremony was performed.
Life is moving forward day by day. In recent years, new changes have taken place in the countryside. Land has been transferred. The common people no longer have to cultivate the responsibility fields contracted by themselves. They are all contracted out to large contracting professionals. Parents don’t have to work as hard as before. Unfortunately, last summer, my grandmother suddenly felt unwell. After asking a doctor to see her, she didn’t get better even after taking medicine. She passed away within half a month and spent the rest of her life. Ninety-five spring and autumn years.
My grandparents are no longer alive, so I still need someone to take care of my home. My father is over seventy, so he should be busy at home and make the home beautiful. Two sweet-scented osmanthus trees were planted on the roadside outside the vestibule wall. You can smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers before August. The three camphor trees planted have umbrella-like tops, bringing coolness to people in the summer. On the right side of the wall, there are Jujube trees, peach trees, etc. were planted, and artemisia bamboo shoots were planted in the water canals; cucumbers, peanuts, mountain bamboos, soybeans, daylily, etc. grew in the vegetable fields on the roadside; two large iron trees were planted in the vestibule wall, one of which was planted this year. It's already blooming. In the flower pond beside the wall, onions, garlic, chrysanthemums, and evergreens were planted; in the back courtyard wall, osmanthus, red maple, peony, peony, medlar, apricot, citron, and orange trees were planted; this year's pears and The persimmons bear a lot of fruit. My father also planted amaranth, water spinach, green vegetables, lettuce, sesame, mint, etc. in the fence; he also raised a dog in the corner of the fence on the left. While my father is busy with the house, he also has to cook every day. The team had a contracted field for people to plant saplings. The manager knew that my father was hardworking, and sometimes asked him to help with greening, digging holes, planting trees, watering and pruning.
Spring has passed and summer is coming. My father doesn’t want to be idle. There is a big river on the right side of my hometown. My father bought more than a dozen ground cages. The ground cages mainly catch small fish, lobsters, eels, and loaches. , a tool for crabs, etc. Every morning my father could catch some, take some big ones to the street and sell them, and give smaller ones to neighbors or eat for himself.
But the good times didn't last long. Once, due to the river water, the cages came out of the water. The next morning, they found that all the cages had been stolen. My father felt very depressed and unhappy. As children, we all enlightened him and told him not to be busy anymore. We cited many examples in society and told him how many people who are more capable than you are doing now. There are many who are younger or older than you. , whether you are an official or a common person, rich or poor, what will happen in the end? Father, you will be eighty years old in two years. It is time to rest and think about it. After hearing this, my father was just silent. He remembered that many years ago, we contracted a minibus bus. During the Spring Festival transportation at the end of the year, because there were many passengers, my father went to the bus to help. A girl who came back from other places brought a girl with her. There were a lot of packages. Her father helped her get into the car and put her luggage out of good intentions. But when she got off the car, due to the rush, she found that a small package was missing when she got home. Her parents came to find her father, and we had no choice but to compensate her. ; My father also thought of some people and things in the nearby villages. Many people who were similar to him in working age with him in the past, now only a few are left. Those who are alive are either sick or injured, and there are a few younger than him. A generation of middle-aged people are now suffering from scars and are recuperating and resting at home. I told my father, don’t think so much. There are gains and losses in life, and misfortunes and blessings depend on each other. You should be content and happy.
From then on, my father no longer went to put the cage on the ground. How many people can remember clearly the current situation of society, the many rights and wrongs in the world, the grievances and resentments, and the turmoil! He just wants to live the rest of his life simply and quietly.
Today is the annual Dragon Boat Festival again. Today I write down some people and things in an ordinary way. What does this have to do with a miserable person like my father! Although the world is tasteless, on this holiday, I still wish deeply: good people have a safe life! The Tasteless Prose of the World Part 2
Time flies by very quickly, there are only 4 short days left before the end of this year, and I haven’t been here to see it for a long time. I feel particularly gratified that there are still many friends who remember me as a speck in the ocean (freshwater).
I have been joining this group for a while, and it feels very good. I haven’t spoken for a long time, and I haven’t seen the administrator kick me out. Is this an unprecedented situation in my previous group? When it went online today, it was already past 10 o'clock. I didn’t know what to say, so I posted a moment in the group. Hey, someone else came out to speak. A person named Nianhua said that’s it! Haha, but I saw the water girl he mentioned added a piece of watermelon. It also gave me the feeling of a close friend. Suddenly I really like being called "Water Girl"
Ivy Station is the earliest friend I met in this group. Of course, there are Ge, Mohan, apples, etc., but apples are rarely seen recently. The few times I wanted to talk to them, they also had their own things to be busy with. This is life. Everyone has to run and work hard for their own lives.
Ivy Station feels very special to me, but if I have something on my mind, it’s probably not the right time to talk to him. Hey, this guy actually wants me to go to Chengdu to be a nanny for his family. Haha, this time, I think he is still very filial. I have a lot of energy but not enough. I also have a family to take care of.
The last time I saw the cold was still fresh in my memory. Remember clearly to tell this sister what’s on your mind! Alas, I didn't think of any solution for me, but after chatting, my mood became really happy and no longer as gloomy as before. When you like someone, you are really the best in your heart. I can't bear to hear other people say bad things about him, and I will refuse to refute my sister's encouragement. It makes me cheer up and pursue my own happiness bravely.
Ge, I only saw it this morning. It’s really been a long time since I’ve seen Ge. Hehe, I like this feeling, Danshui, give me a hug.
Tasteless fresh water, this name has been with me for several years. I like this nickname and the taste of fresh water. I remember when I was in school, I couldn’t afford water to drink, so I could only drink boiled water. Who can taste the taste of boiled water and keep drinking it? It's light and refreshing, just like me, light, quiet and quiet.
I like ripples, look at the ripples. I remember when I was a child, I often went to the river with my playmates, throwing small stones into the water and watching the ripples. The brilliance of the setting sun shines on the river, shining with golden light. Occasionally, you can see water ducks appearing on the river and swimming around. In my eyes, it is not an ugly duckling, it is more beautiful than a swan.
Tamsui, I like you and always will. Only if you like yourself can you be qualified to like others.
The blue sky, the green grass, and the quiet river are all flowing. When you look at the sky, the ground, or the water, do you think of my friend (Tsui)?
Fresh water is everywhere. Do you understand?
You don’t understand my world and you are prohibited from entering. I don’t understand your world and I prohibit myself from entering. The Tasteless Prose Chapter 3
"Spring rain, apricot blossoms, and Jiangnan. Six square characters, maybe that land is there. And whether it is Chi County, China, or China, it has changed. As long as Cangjie's inspiration lasts and the beautiful Chinese language never grows old, the image and the magnet-like centripetal force will definitely exist.
"This is a selected passage from "Listen to the Cold Rain" by Mr. Yu Guangzhong, a Taiwanese writer. Every word of this sentence makes readers feel excited both physically and mentally. The readers deeply feel the old writer's deep and persistent love for the motherland. . This is the enduring love of overseas Chinese for the motherland.
Ancient writing is a kind of destination for every Chinese. It is the root of the ancestors and the legacy of the ancestors. It is the unchanging memory of future generations; it is the sustenance of ancestors to future generations, and it reflects the inheritance and development of the excellent traditional culture of the Chinese nation. It is an unshirkable responsibility for every Chinese person.
The square characters form an extraordinary unity with its ordinary strokes and strokes, and its unique structure - it expresses sound, form and meaning in one body. Function, to show people the long history of China, the majesty and twists and turns of Chinese history, and the uniqueness of the Chinese nation. Looking at history, the square characters have experienced thousands of years of evolution, recorded the vicissitudes of history, and engraved the dynasties. The wheel of history has been rolling for five thousand years, with rise and fall, people's birth, old age, illness and death, and every rut is an immortal record of Shenlong culture. Therefore, the square characters have become a reflection of the development process of Chinese history, leaving behind. Immortal historical masterpieces such as "Historical Records" and "Spring and Autumn" have become the basis for future generations to review history.
The charm of square characters is unmatched by any other writing. It is an ancient love song in itself. Affectionate and lingering; it itself is a penetrating poem, profound and intoxicating; it itself is a lyrical prose, telling people and pouring out their passion, making people rise and fall with it, and it has a lot to do with it. The soul of the square character is that it is the crystallization of a long history and culture and the embodiment of the quality of a nation; its charm lies in its ability to capture people's hearts and make you never forget that you are Chinese. , the blood of dragons flows on them, and they have a sincere Chinese heart.
No wonder the Chinese in a foreign land, no matter where they go, no matter what they do, no matter how much they change. It will not change their deep love for the motherland. They always know that they are Chinese and have a Chinese heart. In their dreams, they always return to their hometown across the ocean and return to the land where they were born and raised. No wonder wanderers occasionally do so. When I hear the local accent, I will be very excited once I catch a glimpse of the square characters, and even burst into tears. What is rippling in these tears is the deep nostalgia that can withstand the vicissitudes of life.
This is the soul of the nation and the meeting of ancestors. Therefore, Yu Guangzhong is convinced that every Chinese is convinced that the hope that many people worry about in their dreams is the soul of the Chinese nation and the root of the Chinese nation. 4 < /p>
It was a long time ago that I became a book addict. Although I often buy books and read them now, my enthusiasm has been greatly reduced. Maybe it is because of the Internet or because I am getting older. In spite of this, I always believe that only books are the most loyal friends and lovers in my life. But I also know that it is not a good thing to become a bookworm. Although being a bookworm may not do any harm to yourself, it is unlikely to be of any help to society or your family. On the other hand, learning that cannot be applied is also a waste. It's a pity that I am such a person, but many years of reading have turned into today's epiphany and tranquility. Quietly said to me: This is it. That's all!
My life is not full of flowers and green grass, but the sky has also given me a place. It may be desolate or lonely, but here I have my own music of the piano and a unique charm. What I always like to say is "Loneliness laughs at me for being so lonely, and I laugh at loneliness because it doesn't understand me." In fact, it's not that I am noble, it's just that with the company of books, I have never known the feeling of loneliness.
There are too many disappointments in life, but God is fair and gives everyone different wealth and abilities. At any time, I would like to thank God for giving me this eternal love for books. Spirit. From childhood to adulthood, books have accompanied me through ups and downs, and I have walked out of confusion and hesitation. Maybe others will laugh at me for having nothing, and laugh at me for being stupid, but I really don’t care. I will never torture others with their words. Himself, whether it is ridicule, indifference and attack. I am who I am, and no one can change me. This is all the influence and influence that books have on me.
I still clearly remember the first book I read was "The Adventures of the Little Baboon", when I was about seven years old. It was a gift from my aunt. The first book I bought with my own money was "Sleeping Beauty in the Woods". It was a little book, and the price was 1 dime. It was the money adults gave me to buy candies. It was considered a luxury in the late 1970s and early 1980s. The little baboon who finally returned to his mother's arms after going through all kinds of difficulties and the princess who was kissed awake by the prince and lived happily ever after will be forever imprinted in my memory.
From that moment on, I fell in love with books and the beauty of words. There was no other reason than love. Fortunately, I have persisted in this love. Later, I read Lu Xun's novel Kong Jiji and pondered his famous saying: Can the things done by scholars be considered stealing? I really have the urge to steal books. However, I did not steal it after all, because so many discounted books and microcopies saved me, because I can still afford the price.
The happiest thing for me every time I enter is to choose books in the bookstore, with satisfaction and joy on my face. At that time, the people I envied most were the bookstore sales staff. What a wonderful thing it would be to face so many books every day!
When I was in my twenties, I read almost all the world's famous books. I was willing to give up a lot in order to have books to read. In fact, there is nothing to show for it. Anyone can do it. I have no other choice. My ability, that is, being able to get along with books, is still the case until now. This is my character. "Hide in a small room, close the door tightly, it feels claustrophobic, kneel on the bed full of books, and then pick up the pen, oh, it feels so sneaky and comfortable." Please don't laugh at me, because I am not harming society, I didn't offend you either.
Time flies by, and in the journey of life, people walk and stop, whether they have no regrets or helplessness, whether they are satisfied or insufficient, whether they are greedy for fame and fortune or arty. Everyone has their own ideas and ways of living. No one should laugh at anyone or attack anyone, just be yourself. No matter what other people's paths are, wherever there are books, that's my return journey. The Tasteless Prose Chapter 5
In real life, it is probably impossible for a person to live every day of his life vigorously and wonderfully. Even those who have made great achievements in their lives, It’s impossible to do that either. In fact, mediocrity is the norm in everyone's life, because no one can be famous, rich, and have great ups and downs all their life. When facing the ordinary, the attitude we should adopt is to be in awe, and to be in awe of the ordinary is to have a calm attitude towards life.
Just like the sun rises and sets along a certain track every day, so is our life, from childhood to boyhood, from boyhood to youth, from youth to middle age, from middle age to old age, every People are running along this fixed track until the end of their lives. Facing this reality, no one, no matter how great they are, can change this program and change this reality. Then, those competing minds and impetuous thoughts should stop. Because every stage and process of life is as orderly as the cycle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. It must come and no one can stop it. No one can stop it. Whether you admit it or not, before success and after the halo, mediocrity is the longest state in life. Mediocreness is the true nature of life and the normal state of life. We must pursue success and glory, but there is really no need to be deliberate. Pursuit, because what is behind the glory of success is still dull.
Respecting the ordinary can enable us to arrange our lives in a substantial and orderly manner, so that every detail of life is done properly; revere the ordinary and allow us to do our work in an orderly and down-to-earth manner. , happy and cheerful, worthy of others above and worthy of conscience below; reverence for plainness can enable us to be kind to our relatives, friends, others and even anyone around us, and not harm the dignity of others by talking nonsense; reverence for plainness can enable us to treat others with dignity by talking nonsense. Face the unexpected disasters and sufferings of others with compassion and compassion, and be moved by the ordinary things you have. Because of awe of plainness, we will offer a bowl of cooked black rice porridge for fitness and beauty to our elderly parents; because of awe of plainness, we will patiently choose a fitting dress for our growing children and talk patiently with them. Once upon a time; because of awe of plainness, we will bring enthusiasm and care into our work, making our work full of meaning and pleasure; because of awe of plainness, we will accurately remember our friends’ appointments without rashly slipping up and forgetting. . Because of the fear of plainness, we will extend the hands of friendship to help the lives that we can help that are harmed by disasters. Because we revere the ordinary, our lives are full of truth, full of kindness, and full of green flourishing.
Respect plainness, because plainness is the true nature of life, it is the white and black, day and night, flowers blooming and falling, the moon is full and waning, the tide rises and falls among the colors of life. fall. Only by respecting the ordinary can we treat the ordinary and manage our lives well. Then, let us calmly appreciate life from the ordinary, care for life, refine life, sublimate life, and let the ordinary become the most beautiful scenery in life. The Tasteless Prose Chapter 6
Smoke and clouds cover the phoenix tail
Singing to the sky by the blue clouds
Clouds cover the face, the wind supports the beard, but why is the earth separated by the black mountains? .
The warm breeze mixed with the aroma of green grass caresses the mood of all living beings. The sky is bright and clear, and occasionally a few white clouds float by, making people feel light and comfortable. The mountains in the distance are lush and the flowers blooming nearby. The colorful hometown creates a poetic picture.
When the morning light shines into the room, sit in your own ray of sunshine, warm a pot of warm incense, and savor this rare leisure, your heart will be filled with laziness and peace. The stamens of time slowly stretch out, and if you feel them with your heart, you will feel infinite warmth. Plant a heart flower in the world, hide a sense of elegance and simplicity, feel happiness, and understand through simple paintings. When the years pass by in the dust, your heart will feel relieved, just like the flowers that are blown away by the wind. The dandelions are just like the haziness in my heart, and like the expectation for the unknown, exuding warmth like water, elegant and leisurely, caressing me for six years with a touch of warmth.
I always think that everything in the world is pursuing prosperity, but ordinary things always move the world. As time changes, the scenery along the way, although it is charming, the lingering fragrance in my heart is still the most elegant one. One flower.
Total love, exile your heart in the sunshine, use an indifferent mood to pick up the touches lost in the gaps of time, and use them to decorate the splendor of ordinary life. Use a simple state of mind to deal with the confusion of wandering in the world of mortals, and use it to feel the helpless next moment. Not asking for beautiful fragrance, just for that touch of pure color that lingers for a long time. The past, whether subtle or hidden, is a mark of the passing years. There will always be a harbor where the soul can rest. Every time I feel sad, I see the smoke curling up in the distant mountains. I am carefree, but I still have the clear water and blue sky in my mind. When I fade into the vast world, I am also immersed in the fragrance of flowers. I feel relaxed and relaxed. Following that fragrance, I picked up a pen to sketch and wrote a few lines of small words, not for recording, but just to look back at the quiet place of life. The joy of meeting can still overflow in my heart.
In the bottom of my heart, there is always a kind of expectation, in that world with curling fireworks, waiting for the graceful return of a thousand years, caressing the red lips, and meeting each other leisurely. Gently rolling up your sleeves and lightly supporting the weeping willows, you are the woman in my Tang poems and Song lyrics, and I am your close friend in your ink paintings. Because of love, the world is beautiful and colorful. Because of you, the years are graceful and graceful. I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. In the world of mortals, just because of you, I have a light and comfortable time.
Ending in prosperity, accompanied by a plain life, although there is no turbulent excitement, it is full of crystal clear relief. Living in the turbulent and noisy world, I am already burdened. I just want to be with that light and elegant lotus pond, let my heart float gently, stretch out in the still water, unrestrained, and I am already intoxicated.
The summer weather is just like people's moods that are always elusive. Only the lotus quietly writes the clouds and smoke of the past. Time is silent, and between the ups and downs of mood, many of the most beautiful things have been missed. The past has passed and will not reappear, so it is better to let it go, wipe your eyes with a little dew, wash away the resentment in your heart, exile in the mist and rain, feel the changes of time, find a quiet place with a casual heart and a wisp of fragrance, Pick a bouquet of white lotus, listen to the chirping of cicadas, and with a carefree state of mind, soak in the dewdrops in this rolling world of mortals, seal the dust of the past, and step into the next morning light and the new sunshine to drunkenly seek hope. .
In this world of mortals, there are too many scars, just like the pearls and sand in the clam. Although it endures pain every time, it wipes away the dust of the world when the clam opens. Embrace the sunshine and let the past pass by with a smile. The human heart needs to be let go before it can be filled with happiness. However, I am not a heartless person after all. I have been melancholy and heartbroken. Fortunately, I still have a warmth and touch to accompany me. Like duckweed without roots, it has feelings. Although there are tears, it also produces fragrance.
Life is an endless rush. When you stop and look back on the past, there will be love, hate, tears, laughter and tenderness. Life is like a bumpy mountain road. When you stop and look down the mountain, there are flowers, grass, stones, trees, and bonds. But so what? We have met, we have been together, in this land of phoenixes, we have loved, hated, cried, laughed. In the future, we will still encounter love, hate, and hatred.
Life is ordinary, every moment All are warm; days are ups and downs, and every moment is joyful; time flies by, and every moment is romantic. If written as a poem, it would only be a few lines, but it would be enough to inspire a lifetime. Tenderness and elegance are revealed in every line. Life is inseparable from disturbances, learn to be calm, sip tea, and your mouth will be fragrant; look at the scenery and see the colorful scenery; listen to a piece of Qin opera and your mood will rise and fall. Listening to the Sanskrit sounds of the years, the light passes by without being surprised or disturbed, just like a ray of leisurely drifting in the wind. When you put your heart on the shore, you will no longer be confused. The Tasteless Prose of the World Chapter 7
I don’t know if this is a good idea. After savoring the blandness of life, I realize that every day with passion and infinite possibilities makes me yearn for it more. The same time as today is the same as thousands of years. Time has existed and will exist forever since the incredible birth of the universe. Becomes not time itself. Rather, it is the rolling road of the universe. Now it's our turn to walk. We walk side by side with time, but one day we part ways with time and disappear into the vast world. Abandoning the company of time, I practice the universal rules agreed upon by all things on the "Tao" of things. I exist in the world, rather I exist in the universe. I was born in the human world, rather I was born in the universe. Sometimes I live by the mysteries of the universe, and sometimes I walk by the rules of society. The four seasons of the year are the rules of the universe. Learning without practicing is the rule of life. I suddenly felt that human time is too short, and human life is too short. When we see all this clearly, more than twenty years have passed since this world existed. We step on the bridge of life, but find ourselves unable to get off the bridge. We wanted to be well prepared before embarking on it, but found that when we were preparing, we had already walked a long way on the bridge. When a person has not experienced something memorable, he will yearn for that experience to guide his life. When he experienced it, he found that he was old. His life is almost over. He was out of time, no longer needed. He had no chance to give himself a better result when he was an ignorant young man. So, someone writes something, or a "book". Leave it to posterity, as if it could be adopted.
So some people summarized these things and said to the world, work hard to make your life better. Whether it’s a few hours of study or an excellent working day. Leave yourself the best possible outcome, and try your best not to regret it for the rest of your life when you are young.
This can be seen as a kind of ideological progress and a good rule for the development of society and the prosperity of the human species. But it is indispensable that people are not as good as the chess game. If you lose, you can start over. After summing up your experience, you can dominate the situation. Life is a game played by those in power. In addition to the hard work in youth, the duller life is, the more you can discover your unruly soul and your turbulent heart. We are always looking for another life trajectory. Above the current life and real life, every second there is different from here. The universe there can make us feel as if we have watched scenes of stage plays in our past life. The curtain call had just begun, and it seemed like it had happened a thousand years ago.
I don’t know whose life will die in what plot.
Read it all, everything you need to know.
What kind of thoughts should I have when walking in the universe?
I don’t know who jumped out of the universe, not me.