Essay

May. 30, 2017

You’re the worst soda in the world!”, angry people shouted loud. “You're destroying the health of people who loyalty to you!”, people complain this as same as post a picture with full of VSCO preset filter on social media. “You’re the poison in the beautiful safety bottle.”,just like the heartbroken songwriter to tell everybody how crazy about they ex-partner are. “You’re the liquid with a huge amount of aspartame.”,“You are nothing!”, same like kids believed and follow the fairy tale they read, but finally realized everything is fake.

 

I rather like to say that Diet Mountain Dew is a beautiful girl, just unpopular in her school; She can’t cry when people are estranged her, and let herself in a narrow and dark corner alone; she has now place to express her pain; no audience would like to listen to her upset story. The only thing she can do, just put aspartame and carbon dioxide to lemon juice, and makes taste well. I rather love to describe that Diet Mountain Dew are naive and wild children. They want to paint the clear color blue on the plastic bottle. Inside they heart, they also want to make the sky with fresh green as same as soft grass. I rather prefer to description Diet Mountain Dew is a creative boy. He just tries to be cool as same as like the football leader have strong muscle; or the guy who wear Saint Laurent coat. His soul is made of art, not the outside strong muscle body. Every this is gray to him, his jeans, his dream, and his life. The logo is full of his hope, already be cool, strong, popular and even have a sense of wild element.

 

It’s crying like a baby because nobody can understand what it really wants. It’s crying like a teenager because it lost its way of the future life. It cries like a senior, it can know those people feeling as well. 

 

Like any drug can hurt our health; like any ridiculous gossip can push our life in the swirl of trouble; like any dark storm can destroy gorgeous flower in outside world; and like dangerous words can shred innocent heart, just like people try to say Diet Mountain Dew is not good for us. But it is not, cause we never know that it cry inside its heart, nobody finds out. It just a crying soda, like most of the children lost they favorite toys.

 

May. 15, 2017

当春雨又开始洗礼着外面的世界,眼前绿油油的草坪被雨水雕琢的如此精致。而我却坐在室内的长椅上,隔着那面阻止我奔向外面的世界的窗户。看起来,那片玻璃就是阻止我追寻自由的罪魁祸首。

 

我试图去打破那片阻止自由的玻璃。可是,玻璃太坚硬。无论我怎么努力,他只是默默的看着,那个把自己折腾到精疲力尽的我。而他还是那样耐心而又的告诉我,外面的世界不适合我。即便我可以破窗而出,早已是满身伤痕累累。我似乎停下了继续锤击的节奏,瘫坐在了地上,但是还有那么些不甘心。而他还是那样温柔,平静,颇有长着味道般的看着我。他是那么耐心地告诉我,外面的世界有多么险恶,尽管它很精彩;他是那么平静地告诉我,我不够强大,承受不住风雨的考验;他又是那么诚恳的告诉我,最适合我的地方,其实就是我现在带的温室。。。

 

我开始陷入了思考的漩涡。或许,我没有那么强大?也许,我对外面的世界只是抱着美丽的幻想?难道真的像他说的那样,最适合我的地方就是现在所处的环境。

 

我开始动摇。试图相信他说的话,开始试图告诉自己我适合这样做,开始怀疑,我之前是不是做了那么一个愚蠢的决定。

 

我瘫倒在了地上,眼泪像汹涌的洪水冲出眼眶时。依然看着窗外的雨还在淅淅沥沥的挥洒在那片绿油油的草地时。仿佛就像一把刀,刺入我的心脏,慢慢地切开,让我明白一切都是我的虚幻。

 

半响,我缓缓的站起。叹息,看着外面那个令我向往的世界。转身,当准备离去的那一刻,脑海再一次回荡着那份渴求自由的呼声。我仿佛看到了远方那个奇妙的世界,嗅到了沾着雨水的草地的气息,触碰到了那树木柔软的树叶,而小溪的水流从我的脚趾间悄悄溜过。我脑海里忘不掉,那奇幻莫测的世界。尽管,我未曾踏过那片土地;尽管,我并不知道外面的世界,到底是美好还是险恶?

 

我叹了一口气,向前走了几步,转身,快速地冲向那片阻挡我的自由的玻璃

 

雨似乎才停不久,地上的草地还是湿漉漉的,身上的伤痕以及满地的碎玻璃。当我再次睁开眼看到这一切,足以证明我逃出了曾经的那个温室。到了我梦寐以求的外面的世界。我缓缓的却十分吃力站起身来,看着满是血痕的双手,再次回望着那个被我打破的玻璃,囚禁我的温室。半响,我向着那个世界的方向走去,再也不回头。

 

当我坐在小溪边上的大岩石上,周围是环绕着的绿色的树木,时不时有极富有诗韵的鸟儿的歌声,我看着溪水流向远方的清脆的声音。不知怎的,思绪又飘到了曾经,停留在了那个灰蓝色天空下飘着淅淅沥沥的春雨,而我却坐在窗前的时候。仿佛想起了,那片玻璃给我的做着耐心地劝说。似乎,从某些角度来说外面的世界可能没有那般美好,这样来说他的建议其实也是十分有价值的。对于我来说,这个建议对我根本不受用。就像他不明白,自由对于我来说是多么重要。我想,如果没有当时冲出玻璃的那份勇气,满身的伤痕,何来我今天的恬静自由?

 

 

May. 10, 2017

#1

有这样一种人,他们看似很强悍,但是敏感脆弱是他们另一面的有个想要让自己变得更好的心,并且他们也为此努力着。可是有时却止步于那些可笑又无奈的理由。

 

他们可以成为博主,可以在网络这个虚拟的世界里找到自己的那份安全感。比如写随笔,那些从来不敢给身边人分享的事情全部入洪水一般的吐露出来;他们分享自己的摄影作品,却从不畏惧侵权的风险;那些精心剪辑的视频,却不愿意放在有自己圈子的人的社交网络上。原因很简单,只是不想让周围的人去看到。

 

奇怪的是,这些全部他们都喜欢放在网上。比如,博客,youtube,那些公开的大流量或者私人空间上。

 

促使这种情况发生的原因很简单,他们只是厌倦了周围的人的那些所谓有价值的评价。可能需要一个”树洞“去供他们把这些想说的话说出来。

 

而这些和社交恐惧症有着根本的区别。

 

并且我自己也是这里面的一员

 

不要去片面的评价他们的行为不是吗?这个世界总有人会和朋友谈天论地一直到天明,也有人愿意独自一人自嗨到午夜,伴着笑声和哭声沉沉睡去。白天,他们都会被周围的贴上各种标签,有些是他们所认同的,而有些可能成为他们在以后的生活上一条无法抹去的伤疤。

 

世界本身就是多样性的,所以人都有权利选择自己的生活。不管选择的结果是什么样,保持尊重是我们都应该需要做到的。