In the last season of 2004, I decided to hibernate at home. The daily life model is probably like this: get up at around 11 in the morning, it is daze for more than half an hour. Open your phone. Sometimes I will receive some SMS, which makes me feel happy. Get up, eat early. Sometimes you eat cakes, eat hot milk; sometimes you eat a five-dollar box; sometimes simply cook the convenience. Sitting in front of your computer, waiting for dinner.
Give yourself a lot of plans, there is a detailed completion date, but there is no hard regulation, just to make yourself full of power. Probably I am a tired person, just interested in fresh things. My plan is always interrupted by sudden ideas, and it is resolutely and blindly completes it. And the delayed plan always makes me disappoint you slightly. Maybe I love you too much, don't force for anything. Looking at the plan, I can't make it hard, just like a person in the dream, but I can't get around him. If the weather is very good that day, I will have a happy mood to read the book in Nanjing Book City. I like to see the warm winter sun shine on me, take photos outside the car window. I imagine myself into a plant. Book City is a pleasant place. Gentle music, bright light. Many strangers are occasionally walking, and the slight friction makes people feel the flow of fresh air. I have a little missing the library in the school, just because I have seen it. I miss, always feel the sweetness of sour. Looking at the books you need, I will take a book name and packaging, I am looking for a position, let's sit down, slow down. A soft and thick new book is held in his hand, and people have a joy that starts. Each book is united to have a lot of people's heart. So every time, I will look at one page and concentrate most of the content. Then the sun is hidden, and it disappears about it. I should go home.
Previously developed many reading plans to yourself: data structure, computer network, compilation principle, operating system, English. Adhere to it for more than a month. At the end of December, suddenly I want to do something that I have always wanted to do. Anyway, there is a lot of time. I decided to make a game with the C language, and I have to be good. Try the mouse driver for the instructor, first try to control the mouse. After success, I feel very happy. If you think of yourself, you can complete a game for a long time, the whole body of the body is excited. Later, I thought, what game is it? The first thing I think is the Russian square. When I was working in work, I have a rest at noon, only I am still fighting in Lianzhong. Play with many unfamiliar IDs. Do not stop the dropped block, put it, disappear, and then put it, then disappear. I like that highly nervous feeling and the sound of flying on the keyboard. Sometimes, this is more like a psychological duel. You have to hold a sense of confidence. Sometimes, in the moment you desperate, the game is over. You see, the opponent is almost over. I remembered the dynamic menu of QQ, I like it very much. It is also not sure if you will write a number of games, you will first put the names to the name. I often want to write a game and write articles very similar. At least I am. Before writing them, I will spend a period of time. When listening to music, when I am in a da, I will want to think about it when I am dining. First, you will have a big frame in your heart, and let's go fine at a little bit. Sometimes I think of some beautiful sentences, sometimes I think some unsourced methods. I repeatedly pondered, and then slowly in my heart. This process is expressed in a language, just a precise word - "pregnant". I like C language because it is clear and simple. OOP language I am also very easy to accept, just don't understand, why we want to invent so many languages. Just like the costumes on the girl, keep moving, changing, ten years round. Each of the appearances of each costume has its fragile reason, but it is easy to erase the mark. Leave it, just people who have become unchanged. I painted my protagonist, a pixel a pixel. Mechanical, repeatedly modify them until satisfaction. Then give its life with a short code. Looking at them, in the screen, I will be jumped according to my own thought, there is a huge sense of accomplishment. When you are tired, you will repair it with your code. The trimming code is like deleting the sentence in the article, I will feel excited. Just like cutting over excess nails in the sun, delete the icon that is not used on the desktop. On my desktop, there is only one recycle bin. (www.eafu.net/ybb/)
Very fortunate, there is a Internet cafe near the rental housing, and there is a USB jack on the machine. Run 4 machine, XP system, just a little more expensive. Find the netizens who have learned the website before, hung up the game, release the download address in some forums. Soon, I have a reply to many friends, let me know some interesting people. Most of them are students, and there are also some programmers. There is a netizen called branch, his code is very good. In the conversation, he said that he used to be a doctor, and the current career is a network management. I am slightly surprised, thinking that the network management is just some game masters, and he has never thought of him former. However, everyone has their own way of life, why can't he be a network management? I am laughing at yourself. Many people send me the code you wrote, I promise that they will slowly see it. Everyone writes the process of writing is very privacy, just like a child, the composition we wrote is most afraid of being as seen by the students. Because there is your own soul in it, some selfish, a lot of fragile. Look at the code, just with the author, shallow, dark. There are many ways and expressions that have not been thought about each code, and they will be inspired and will be embarrassed. I started to answer them to them. I explain that I am at home now, I will not always contact me. There is a netizen named sea, he will continue to send some link addresses or compressed files. He expressed his good feeling in his way. I think the network is how much it is easy to have forgotten. Because people have seen too many, I don't want to cherish it. For a time, how long does it take for a long time? In the face of the temptation on the network, how to grasp yourself. As before, we put the SMS in the mobile phone; now, we just send text messages to friends. Download things will always only be in the hard drive, then forget. So, I only go online when I need it, don't facilitate broadband. Sometimes you will add some friends to QQ, completely with the first impression and the mood at the time. I have added a QQ, I forgot, just call him N. N Choose a big decision, and a friend office. With a little legendary taste. I think everyone is actually latent, deep, burstful. It's just that most people are hidden well, maybe it is lazy. just like me. N Talks, he talks about his previous work, once his girlfriend, boss and colleagues. Now, like me, I need a hibernation to take myself. So I fantasy, if I also retreat, what should I do now? Often in your head in your head: open enough threads, each thread has its own attribute values that are randomly generated. Such as gender, hobby, character, and way of life. Put them in a scene, let them move freely. If someone passes here, he can apply for an account. After configuring the attribute value, add a small person to put it inside. Then we can look at them, just overlook our own from high altitude. What kind of scene is there?
When I finished the game, I was very excited. This excitement lasted for more than a week, and then no longer thinking it. It's a bit tired, reopening the book of Anne Baby, is still a part of the plan. When I don't want to program, I will read it. again and again. This time, I decided to play it in my hard drive, take away when it is right, or share it with others. My left hand finger finger is too long, typing is always the V key. The kind of person I appreciated should be calm and sensitive, the face is calm, and the heart is rich. There is not much tortuous experience, which is simple and unknowing. Like Anne, because she is a woman who is writing with her heart. Her pain written in calm and warmth is like a swamp in the sun. Open flowers, full of flourishing grass, but people feel inexplicably frustrated and flustered. She is a cost-consuming person, and she looks like only calm. Some people write words, the purpose is to please readers. Or horror, or love, those feelings inherent. So always feel this is an unfair competition. But there are still many people like her. In the middle of the night, under the city's lights, slowly read with a calm mood. It turns out that the loneliness is so much. I like the joins you can see everywhere in her articles, those who have exceeded their meaning. There are many times, she will add the number behind her. That showed calm questions or condemned, without a reply. I think of a child in the language class, holding a pen in your hand, drawing a point in those like. Because of their form, just like a little person, I have to fill them. But at a night, when I listened to the radio, the young female DJ emphasized: I have said, her text, not long. I miss the netizen who sent me this book. At noon that day, I entered the joint game like it. I played with him for a while, I found that his nickname was a bit linked to the company I at the time, so I talked with him. I didn't expect that we were still with the township. Later, he went to Nanjing. He said, let's meet. I said, good. He is a tentative person. He always thinks the topic when I think that I have nothing to say. I think this should also be a cost-consuming thing. Later I walked into a bookstore. He picks up his book and puts Anne and them together, and set the account at the counter, and it takes place to look. Should be a man with a lot experience, know how to deal with some things. Going home, I put it on the pillow, and I put together another Anne. When I finished the first chapter, I still leaked the V key. So the nails that have been filled for a long time are short.
Sometimes I am playing in my school in my high school. She is an excellent girl, after winning a bachelor's degree, the postgraduate study guards the modern Chinese language. Work will make people happen to change changes, while in her body, I can see myself at high school. I think of a film. Inside the melancholy heroism, I went to my boyfriend to live in a place where he was looking for his shadow, listening to his person description of the lively smart boy. She carefully recorded them on the book. And that boy, it is already not there. Falling leaves, only the silence of the large segment of the large section follows. Sometimes we go to the library, turn over the book, speak in a small voice. She led me to like the comic book. I think, if you draw more than your writing program, then will I choose art? Sometimes, just in her dormitory, thus the afternoon. Why don't you talk to love. Because it hasn't waited for the right person. There is also a suitable time. Yes it is. What about you? Ning Shun Do Not. Beware of old, can't marry, haha! ... I taught his outline in my heart, a blurry shadow. I imagine the scene when he met his first time, just like an old movie. But the life is full of uncertainty. Life is not imagined. ... The last time, I mixed with her into the New Year party. On the simple stage, two hosts tried to encourage everyone. Some young boys girls smile and up. Everyone applauds and laughs. A bunch of flowers as props were given to every performer. We laugh. How good you are young. If we are old, what should I do? I have chatted with many students and netizens. The speed of software updates is too fast, and things that have to be learned will always have learned. When we are old, we will be there. Competition and pressure, there is no sense of security. Joy from the school gate, it is very fast, it turns into a sacred. Waiting for us, we are leadership. I am running with them. This year's winter is special for me, especially cold. I slept at two in the morning, and I found out that two frostbits have been long in the morning. In the beginning of January, I drilled in the bed every night, curled up my body, I have to sleep for a long time. I like to take a shower. The warm water flows constantly transmitting heat to the body, starting from the skin, slowly to the inside of the body. Rush down the dust and evaporate the fatigue in the skin. Also like to have dinner. Sitting an afternoon, when I feel very cold, let a bowl of hot maize porridge burns in the stomach. Eat a lot of food, like adding a carbon in the stove. Then I am sleepy, I have to go to sleep.
2005.1.15
After running in Anne's novel, I finally got a vented liberation. Because it is too long, the fingers and the body are very cold. Stretch lazy waist, blinking white. Look outside the door, there is no imagination of the sun. A little discouraged. I remembered the promise to the netizens before I started to see the program. I often think that people's psychological needs are a burst of array. In a long journey, what is the only thing we have to do is to fill the holes of these desires. Just eat when you are hungry, you will sleep when you are sleepy. Do something appropriate in the right time, so that you will not be poor when you recall. Quietly listened to the sound of your heart, the body is your God, it has been telling what we need to do. However, many times, we don't listen or deliberately ignore it.
