The Death of an Old Hand (I)
It is said that one fine day a little newbie happened to pick up a PC for nothing, and was overjoyed. He thought, as people always say: on the Internet there are houses of gold... and faces like jade... so he was eager to give it a try.
Hard work pays off. Guided by Gougou, the little newbie found a wonderful place, called: ※×￥％◎＃. There he saw: wherever the wild wind rose, the old hands talked and laughed with great ease, commenting on everything under the sun... The little newbie was secretly delighted. With such masters out in the open, surely there was no Flaming Mountain he couldn't get past... After lurking for m+n days, the little newbie occasionally dared to poke his head out and get a breath of air.
One day, just at water-splashing season, when the little newbie was bored out of his mind, his eyes suddenly lit up. An old hand was hard at work whitewashing the wall, and there were many chiming in, though most were just one bird with many names. So with only two or three old hands, the forum was stirred up into a smoky uproar. It was really lively. The little newbie suddenly got itchy hands. He thought that after so many days of practice, he understood quite a bit of this art too. Better ask for some advice first; getting his face known wouldn't be bad either... Just as he was thinking this over, one old hand made a post, with no fewer than a hundred rules of the mind written on it. The little newbie was wild with joy at the sight of it. He had been looking for just such a person—truly... after wearing out the whole Internet with no success... hehe... But when he looked more carefully, he secretly began to groan. The little newbie was only a very new newbie, after all, with his wings not yet grown; he had no way to start. So he replied to the post and humbly asked for guidance. The old hand was fairly generous too (he had started from there himself, after all...). He gave the little newbie some first pointers, brief and to the point: cut · copy · paste... ok?
After a long while, the little newbie replied: Teacher, I don't have any scissors here~ After another moment of silence, he said, and also... I've already used glue to stick it onto the computer～～～～～～ but... if I do it like this I can't see what you're saying～～～
.......... The first old hand dropped on the spot! He only had time to say: Dizzy!
The little newbie was muddled and didn't understand, so he asked: Teacher, are you feeling dizzy~ I've got motion-sickness medicine!
..The second old hand met with misfortune; he had just finished saying: I fall over! when he really fell straight off his chair...
The third old hand was rather clever. Without saying a word, he picked up a basin of water and said: So you want to flood the thread! Then he poured it right over his head............... and immediately a curl of blue smoke rose...
It is said that one fine day a little newbie happened to pick up a PC for nothing, and was overjoyed. He thought, as people always say: on the Internet there are houses of gold... and faces like jade... so he was eager to give it a try.
Hard work pays off. Guided by Gougou, the little newbie found a wonderful place, called: ※×￥％◎＃. There he saw: wherever the wild wind rose, the old hands talked and laughed with great ease, commenting on everything under the sun... The little newbie was secretly delighted. With such masters out in the open, surely there was no Flaming Mountain he couldn't get past... After lurking for m+n days, the little newbie occasionally dared to poke his head out and get a breath of air.
One day, just at water-splashing season, when the little newbie was bored out of his mind, his eyes suddenly lit up. An old hand was hard at work whitewashing the wall, and there were many chiming in, though most were just one bird with many names. So with only two or three old hands, the forum was stirred up into a smoky uproar. It was really lively. The little newbie suddenly got itchy hands. He thought that after so many days of practice, he understood quite a bit of this art too. Better ask for some advice first; getting his face known wouldn't be bad either... Just as he was thinking this over, one old hand made a post, with no fewer than a hundred rules of the mind written on it. The little newbie was wild with joy at the sight of it. He had been looking for just such a person—truly... after wearing out the whole Internet with no success... hehe... But when he looked more carefully, he secretly began to groan. The little newbie was only a very new newbie, after all, with his wings not yet grown; he had no way to start. So he replied to the post and humbly asked for guidance. The old hand was fairly generous too (he had started from there himself, after all...). He gave the little newbie some first pointers, brief and to the point: cut · copy · paste... ok?
After a long while, the little newbie replied: Teacher, I don't have any scissors here~ After another moment of silence, he said, and also... I've already used glue to stick it onto the computer～～～～～～ but... if I do it like this I can't see what you're saying～～～
.......... The first old hand dropped on the spot! He only had time to say: Dizzy!
The little newbie was muddled and didn't understand, so he asked: Teacher, are you feeling dizzy~ I've got motion-sickness medicine!
..The second old hand met with misfortune; he had just finished saying: I fall over! when he really fell straight off his chair...
The third old hand was rather clever. Without saying a word, he picked up a basin of water and said: So you want to flood the thread! Then he poured it right over his head............... and immediately a curl of blue smoke rose...
