There are no cicadas in the desolate northwest, and I have never even seen one. But lately I keep dreaming about cicadas. And I deeply felt that the yellow-brown cicada was silently crawling on an old willow tree, curled up, and making a low and vague neighing sound, as if it was

The desolate Great Northwest There are no cicadas, and I have never even seen one.

But lately I always dream about cicadas. And I deeply felt that the yellow-brown cicada was silently crawling on an old willow tree, curled up, and making a low and vague neighing sound, as if it was undergoing an unprecedented transformation. This kind of dream always sneaks into the dream on a windy night, following the swaying willow branches outside the house, intermittently, now and then.

I feel like the cicada has been living in my body like a host a long time ago. Every time I wake up from a dream, I have a splitting headache and my whole body is sweating. This state lasted for a long time. Are you sick? But what is the cause? After thinking about it, I still can't find the reason. I just feel that I am in pain. The only thing that makes me suffer is patience.

sat in front of the computer, curled up in the soft leather seat like the cicada, hoping that his headache would be relieved. However, it is strange that my fingertips are squirming like cicada's tentacles. After a while, my fingers squirmed onto the black keyboard, as if there was an invisible force controlling my fingertips. The fingertips move back and forth on the keyboard, and the words stored in the mind are like a meandering stream flowing along the fingertips.

My fingers seem to have been suppressed by time and circumstances for a long time, and they need to keep squirming - squirming, in order to relieve the load on my brain. The shadows made when the fingertips move are so beautiful! I reveled in self-aggrandizement. It's as if you can't get out of the haze of headaches if you don't let the words stored in your mind flow out at this moment.

So, in such a quiet night, I wriggled my tentacles like an autumn cicada, making my body transparent and bright. If I want to transform, I have to go through an unforgettable pain.

So, in the dead of night, dragging my body that ached everywhere, I did the only thing I loved - writing.

Every time I wake up from a dream, I can't help but beat my painful head and ask myself: Where am I? I shake my stiff fingers and secretly think, "It's okay, it's okay! It hasn't turned into a tentacle yet." "But coincidentally, when I had a headache, I could clearly feel that my fingers seemed to be those furry tentacles dancing on the black keyboard. It seems that I quite like the feeling when the tentacles are dancing, and occasionally I will play some soothing music for myself. Let yourself be immersed in the sound of music.

But, at this moment.

For the first time in my life, when I had a headache, I used all my strength to write. It seems that only by speaking out the words that have been stored in my heart for a long time can I stop having headaches. It seems that only when your fingertips are dancing can you let your soul completely fly.

I am still the yellow-brown cicada, flying quietly in my dream. I don’t know where I’m going to fly? I think that’s it, let my mind fly empty for a while, even if it’s just for a short time, it’s enough to make my heart happy.

My head is empty, my heart is empty, my inspiration is empty, everything is empty. Through the world of mortals, I saw that many writers fell into a terrible crisis during the writing process: they could not write even a word on white paper. Is

a "blank slate syndrome"?

is white paper syndrome!

Those who are good at dealing with texts will encounter such problems during the writing process. When most writers encounter "blank slate syndrome", they will find ways to touch their senses. More writers choose love as the best healing medicine, but more writers choose to let go. Fortunately, I am not a writer. I am just a cicada with an empty head, traveling freely through time.

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