Houya -take care of your text

Hou Ge Lou is a website for expressing small emotions. I hope it can become a home for deep-sea creatures and take care of your words. Ordinary people without talents have some shy naive romance.

See the flesh and blood in the text. I don’t know if my countless small emotions, complaints, picky, lost, happy, are the reason why I love life. It takes a story of going around to make the face of life clearer, keep learning, keep correcting, and become clearer until I like myself.

Amao and Hou Ge Lou
When I was a child, I lived in an attic. Walking up the narrow wooden stairs, I was here. The space is not big. There is a bed and a desk. The rest are all miscellaneous items such as farming tools. They are piled up next to it to form a small hill. There is nothing special, but after leaving home, I always miss the days when I lived in the attic. I don’t know why.

I like to listen to the radio at night. I hear many people’s thoughts and jokes, and I also hear many fashionable troubles of city people. Occasionally, I can also hear the news from the city where my father works. The voice from the headphones is so intimate that it sounds as close as the next village, and it can be reached by walking on the mountain road for a while. In fact, he only comes back once or twice a year. This is not just a matter of distance.

Ah Mao also has times when he is upset, such as getting angry with my mother behind closed doors, deliberately doing some exaggerated things to scare her, and deliberately telling her loudly behind closed doors that I will not eat. When it is serious, I will run away from home, and then pretend to be very serious to fold clothes and pack the suitcase. Similar childish behaviors continue to this day. I try to restrain myself, but they still happen occasionally. Although I am not young now, I feel that I may always be a child.

My family members are not always in control of me. I remember clearly that when I was sick one time, my grandmother choked and shed tears in front of me. I don't think there's anything wrong with being sick, at least not yet, but seeing my grandma's look, I couldn't help myself. The crying skill is probably inherited from the family. I've seen my mother's crying skill. She cries when watching soap operas and when she's wronged. She's also a sensitive person. She has never changed over the years. She still calls me to complain when she's wronged. Without exception, she sobs while talking on the other end of the phone, shouting loudly that she can't live anymore, or how much she hates someone. I always have to go along with her when I see her like this, thinking that if even I disobey her, who should she talk to? Poor mother.

When I was a little older, I had some problems, which were unexpected. After a period of panic and anxiety, I finally realized it slowly. Some things can't be changed in a short time, or even forever. After dealing with it for a long time, you can gradually adapt and get used to it, and it will naturally become a part of your life, and you don't have to worry about it.

A person has weakness, no supernatural powers, no clairvoyance, no strength, and can only watch it happen and pass by even if he musters up the courage. A person is humble, and no matter how hard he tries, it is far from enough. No matter how hard he tries, he can only become more profound.

This makes me feel that only this pair of eyes is innocent in the world. It never tells me the truth but sheds tears.

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This world is full of living beings, time flows, and many stories will happen. The good ones will be recorded, and the rest are here.
It takes some stubbornness. Carrying a schoolbag, I walked through countless crowds from the city center and returned to the edge alone. I dragged a bunch of memories and passed the place where the story used to be countless times, and still smiled at life afterwards. Living silently like this often requires some determination and effort, so that the preciousness in my heart will not be diluted or swept away by the waves.

Later, I arrived at the dreamed distance, which was so ordinary, even desolate. There is no need to doubt or feel sad. Just wait a little longer. After another year or two, you will find that the distance is just your stubbornness and obstinacy. With an unpleasant temper, you keep moving towards the needs of your heart. She is not the destination, but you need this, a direction. Otherwise, your heart will be barren.

Cultivate the small piece of land in front of your door and live your life well. There is nothing great about it. I just want to record those ordinary things that I think are good, the smell of sweat and the fireworks of the world. I am Ah Mao, and I love to be grumpy.