Life

Over the past few years, whenever I feel something in my heart, I have to sit down and write an article to play as I wish. Writing articles is not only a way to vent my messy thoughts and inner feelings, but also a daily life habit that I have not sought social fame and wealth for many years, but only sought inner stability and calm soul. Over the past few years, whenever I write an article, I like to read it to my ears with my mouth and heart. I often read it, read it, and read it in a very good mood, it makes my nerves feel comfortable. That feeling is much more interesting than sitting at home with several friends and playing mahjong, and more interesting than sitting in a restaurant with several friends and drinking idle wine, and even more wonderful than holding a dog for a walk in Gangshan. Moreover, in the process of brewing the article creation, it is also a happy thing. In my opinion, a good article is like a wonderful pot of Fujian tea bonsai with strong vitality. Playing bonsai is the wonderful taste of the combination of time and art. This kind of interest can not only remind creators of many beautiful things, but also arouse creators to think deeply. It can also make Creators Ponder and comprehend many social and life problems. I hand over the questions that I have figured out to the class, the questions that I can think clearly to the research, and the questions that I can’t think clearly to the prose. It is not irresponsible to write an article if you can’t think clearly, but it must be the spiritual status and aesthetic value of depression, hesitation, chaos, astringency and contradiction. In my experience, writing prose with things that are too clear and clear is the last move. Some time ago, I read a few prose collections of Yu Qiuyu, a contemporary proses without hesitation, and then I fell in love with this great contemporary literati from my heart. Why? Because this great scholar spoke out the feeling and mentality when I was writing. I have known the name of Mr. Liang Shiqiu in modern prose since I was a teenager. However, at that time, we only knew that Mr. Liang Shiqiu lived in Taiwan and was a bourgeois literati, while the rest were all unknown. A few days ago, Comrade Zhang Jiafeng gave me an anthology of Liang Shiqiu’s prose. After reading it, I was extremely angry like a child, holding the prose anthology with both hands, shouting out these words straight out of my throat. Really, you old professor, are making me dizzy. It’s not my fault that I heard people say that you are our class enemy when I was young. It seems true today that you actually said something I want to say to people in my stomach, I finished it for me decades ago, which made me almost unable to find anything to chat with people now. At that time, after standing up and yelling for a while, I gently put Liang Shiqiu’s prose collection on the desk. Looking at the cover of the prose collection, I thought in my heart whether to write or not in the future? Zou frowned and thought for a while. His heart was calm for a while, and he felt that he should continue writing. On a whim, I felt suffocated. If I wanted to say something, I just stayed in the office and wrote something for fun. There are many games to kill time in life, but no game can be more fun than writing articles. After thinking about this, I sat on the boss’s chair and thought about who wrote the article well. I didn’t rely on exchanging the article for food, why do you feel inferior here. Really, when you want to write an article, just write it. Yes, it should be done like this. If you think it is well written, you can send it to various websites for everyone to read, discuss, criticize and criticize. It is very interesting. I feel that the writing is not good, so I will scrutinize and think carefully, then ask myself some questions, think carefully, don’t let my mind grow white, such daily life, isn’t it interesting and meaningful. My mind wandered here, and I laughed with relief. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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