Several days ago, I felt I had a lot to write and always thought time wasn’t enough for me to finish it. Nowadays, I was gradually crushed by work and became lifeless. Spring Festival was near and the boss was happy, because he earned a lot this year, I earned a lot too. The only difference was that he earned money and I earned work.

He decided to change his Benz this year and I never thought of buying a car. I had to work this weekend, there was really no need to think about it, or else it would ruin my writing passion. Writing was for my own pleasure these days, working was for my boss’s pleasure. In fact, I liked working, but not in this way. I mustn’t think of work since I was sitting in my little room now, or else I would feel depressed to write.

I had no mood to watch TV. Because the life there was only Utopia to me and made me thought of the difference between ideal and reality. Sometimes trying to be a Mr. Nice Guy wasn’t gonna to work, because others would make full use of you. Treat saint in a saint way, treat mean people in a mean way. The fable ‘The farmer and the snake’ told me something. Just take the Harbin guy for example, he was below me and had to do things I told him to. He wished I could do everything and let him do things he liked. If he were a beauty, maybe I would thought of finishing everything by myself voluntarily. But he wasn’t, so, no way. Aha, at least I could return him to my director. By the way, the other guy was nice and shared my burden and I’d like to say, “thank you. How could the difference between people and people is so huge?”

Writing was a nice way for me. I felt relieved now since I poured all resentment out. Writing had also become a necessary part of mine, I could live without work, but I couldn’t live without reading and writing. My spirit was always hungrier than my body. I could live without eating for a day, but I couldn’t live without reading for a day.

BTW, now I realized Dream of the Red Chamber was really the greatest novel of China and the first novel to respect and understand woman. Though I thought it was boring several years ago, I liked it so much. I read it every day while using washroom, though it sounded a little disrespectful to the great novel, I had no choice, because I wasn’t born in a rich family and had to work to support my family and myself.

Originally I used the title no mood, after finish writhing things as above, I was in mood now, but I decided not to change the title. Maybe I would write another article with title in mood. See you in the dream, my friends!