One Piece: The Journey of the Divine Girl

Chapter 18

The office of the editorial department of the art troupe is full of various books and manuscripts, and the room is quiet, except for the sound of paper turning pages. They are reviewing the submissions and selecting a few to be published in the weekly newspaper Marinfando.

As the submissions were eliminated, they couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Indeed, in recent times, there have been fewer and fewer high-quality manuscripts.

The head of the editorial department was thinking about how to improve the rate of submissions, and a veteran employee of the editorial department slapped the table and said, "Okay, that's a great point!" His

voice was so obvious in the quiet office that everyone looked at him, and it had been a long time since they had seen him so excited.

The minister asked, "Got a good article?"

He picked up a stack of stationery and walked over, "Very good!" Everyone

was intrigued and gathered around to read.

The article is titled "Ants"

[Man can live like ants. There is no doubt about that.

In the morning, the bell tells you when to wake up and then you have to eat. The instructor tells you which queue you are in, and you follow the queue. And so it goes, day after day. One day, you leave this nest, but your life hasn't changed. In the morning, get up and work, patrol according to the established route, and perform your duties when you need to, but you won't go anywhere else. Then, it's about eating and resting.

There is nothing bad about living like this, it is very stable, and it is a rare stability in troubled times. But you were born with wings, but you don't need them to fly, and you're willing to crawl on the ground to see the dirt. But what about beyond the dirt? There are many wails intertwined, calling your name, and you don't care, because you have to guard the dirt in front of you. Gradually, you don't hear the wailing outside. It's not that the wailing is gone, it's that the one who wails is no longer calling your name.

There is nothing wrong with that, but when a person is in the wind and there is a force that can push him to soar, he should never crawl. There can't be two lives, but many people are not good at even once.

The ground under our feet is not yet fertile, and there are still many pests surging in it, and sooner or later they will climb to our good land. At that time, will you still be able to guard your one-third of an acre? When the time comes, there will be more wailing, and you will still turn a blind eye? The opposite of love is not hatred, but indifference.

Children are afraid of the dark, and there are understandable circumstances; The real tragedy of life is that adults are afraid of the light. In a hate-filled world, we still have to be hopeful. We must have the most simple life and the most distant dream - world peace, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. A person must at least hold such an unattainable idea in order to have a reason to be strong and make the world a better place.

Your ideals and passions are the rudder and sail of your flying soul. You may be a small person, but you should not be a passive recipient of the big time, but participate in it, merge into the torrent of the big time, and wash away all the pests. Go ahead and don't stop. It's not about stopping, it's about moving forward!

Then again, how do we do that? If you want me to say, start small. It is better to do small things than to do nothing. From tomorrow onwards, be a loving person and care if the people around you are being persecuted, if the children can laugh, if the sick can be healed, if everyone has a place to live and a job. Make sure their needs are answered, and when things get tough, people will want to call you out. He will need help and a response.

Remember, water can carry a boat, and it can also capsize a boat. Reading

the entire article, they were silent. The writing is so good, the idea is unique, the language is deafening, and the meaning is profound. The average person rarely sees the world that way, but she was right.

A few people even had tears in their eyes and began to think, is my life better?

The editorial minister immediately made a decision, and this one was chosen for the cover!

The person who came over with the manuscript took out a few pieces of paper, "It's not over yet, there are surprises." The

editorial director took a look at it, it was the score, and she knew a little about the rhythm. As she watched it sentence by sentence, her eyes became brighter and brighter. It's so fitting to match the song and the article! But the question is, how to spread the song.

She leaned back in her chair, tapped her index finger rhythmically on the table, picked up the article and looked at the name of the contributor: Wen Qing.

"It's time for us to work with the Ministry of Broadcasting," she said. "

Everyone looked at each other, and generally the tasks of each department were independent, and there was no such thing as cooperation.

The minister lit a cigarette and said, "You always have to try something new, don't you?" "

At noon, as usual, the cafeteria was noisy. There were a few people who were used to listening to the radio who sat in seats close to the speakers to eat.

The announcer, who has a standard voice and a gentle timbre, said the opening line, "Today we are going to bring you a special article..."

It's not the same as usual. It is usually broadcast about recent events and Marin Fando's government adjustments.

"Article title: Ants."

"Man can live like ants. There is no doubt about that. ...... Eat and rest.

When he heard the first sentence, he still didn't believe in his heart, there was no doubt about what it means to live like ants. But the next content is clearly about the life of the navy, but in his mind he imagined ants marching neatly. People do look like ants sometimes.

"There's nothing wrong with that... No more calling your name. "

The normally noisy cafeteria is quiet at the moment, and everyone stops making noise and listens carefully to the radio.

Sengoku was having lunch in the office and also heard the radio. That's right, it's a big problem, and he's aware of it.

"That's exactly right... Not even once. Most

people put their heads down, reminiscing about their lives and reflecting on whether they had a meaningful life.

"The ground beneath our feet ... Rather, indifference. Tears

welled up in the eyes of the delicate-minded man, as if he had imagined such a scene. More people regret it, because they have all thought that it is not their own business, and they will selectively avoid some things.

Kuzan, who was taking a nap, pulled off his blindfold and looked out the window, his eyes dark.

"Children are afraid of the dark... Making the world a better place. "

The navy who still has ideals in their hearts burst into tears, and they should not give up, otherwise the ideal will always be the ideal. Otherwise, they are afraid that one day, they will forget their original intention.

"Your ideals and passions... It's about moving forward! These

words went to the hearts of all the little people, and they suddenly felt that their whole body was full of strength, and they wanted to move forward immediately!

"Anyway, what are we supposed to do?"

yes, how? People approached the radio and wanted to hear it more clearly.

"If you want me to say... There will be a response. "

In a direction they didn't expect, they guessed what new policies were going to be introduced. It's a good direction, though, because that's something every Navy can do. At this moment, whether such a great cause can succeed is also closely related to them.

"Remember, water can carry a boat, and it can also capsize a boat."

Water for the people, the people's aspirations, is success. Warring States pondered carefully, the content is very good, but the space is limited, and more details still need to be figured out. Maybe you can find the author to talk about it.

"Next, we invited the author to bring us the song of the same name of the article, "Ant". After reading the article, the broadcast is not over.

A slightly immature but pure and ethereal voice slowly sang:

he put away his tiredness, wiped away all distractions

, washed his face with ice water, hoping to sober up a little

joke,

day after day, night after night

, like an ant

, there is no time, the concept is pitiful

, there is no direction, so there is no fear, no life,

so there is no concern

There is no thought, so I will deceive myself

, like an ant