Pen

Once writing was an unreachable thing for I am, maybe I am a nostalgic person who was easily moved by the emotion, scenery and friendship in life. There is always a bit of inner affection suppressed in my heart, which makes me spit out my heart and give myself a comfort. The deeper things in my impression are lingering in my mind, and some feelings in my life are intertwined in my heart. I hope to use ink pen to flow the feelings in seclusion in my heart out of my heart, and use words to outline and retain beautiful things, therefore, there was a desire to write an appeal. In the spare time of the army, I liked to write and draw. The book was written in a small and messy space, which made it difficult to write an article with complete structure. The emotions engraved in my heart, the things I want to narrate, the sincere and stirring voices, these words with pen in my heart and unable to write the words I want to express are also very painful things. Once the army cultivated and expanded the propaganda and reporting team, and held the writing training class for amateur reporters. At that time, I was very lucky to be recommended by the company to participate in the training. I was a senior propaganda officer who taught us. On the platform, he was clear in organization and unique in insight. His explanation of words was from shallow to deep, profound and vivid, profound and wonderful, full of economics, which triggered the shock of soul and gave people the appeal of thought. It also makes people know the book and understand the truth, benefit from reading and writing for a lifetime, increase knowledge, have the charm and openness of ink and calligraphy, and understand the charm of literature and art. He himself is a propagandist who deals with words. He has been collecting and writing news reports and publishing some articles in famous newspapers and magazines both inside and outside the army for a long time. After several days of class teaching, the following period of time is writing practice. Every other week, we must write a manuscript to the cultural activity center for discussion and communication, and let him comment and guide the manuscript. I am full of excitement, looking forward to the ideal and desire of carving life with ink pen. In the ordinary life, there are many singing and crying movements and many seemingly tiny but touching moments. Pour the beautiful things and words from the bottom of my heart with ink on the tip of the pen, and jump on the paper with the trace of fragrant life, giving off a vivid breath, wandering in people’s hearts, what a beautiful thing it was. After the training, I persisted in writing the manuscript, but when I threw it out, it was a stone sinking into the sea and disappeared. I persisted for a long time. A brief report of mine was published in the military region’s war flag newspaper. I was excited to see my heart in the newspaper for the first time, at that time, it was the dream of many reporters to be named “War Flag. Later, an Army went out to construct optical cable for nearly two months. Chongqing was a mountainous terrain, and a long and deep tunnel was needed to be dug to bury the optical cable. The route passes through different complex landforms such as farmland, roads, mountains, grasslands, streets in cities and towns, etc. There are many hard stones which need steel diamonds and sledgehammer to flap first. One day, from early digging to the black comrades, they were exhausted, and their physical strength was exhausted, sometimes the task is difficult to send the assault team to work overtime until midnight, and continue with the belief of persistence. The May Day, which had entered the early summer, was approaching urgently. The sweat drenched through the back of the clothes every day. Sometimes it was too late to wash and change, and I was too tired to care about these. I wore clothes for many days, after drying, there was a layer of white sweat in addition to mud stains. A few days later, the Army decided to set up the internal publication of “construction brief” to cheer up the spirit, boost the morale, publicize the moving deeds of advanced typical and reflect the style and features of the Army construction. One night, in their view, the two chief officers of the company called several people who were interested in writing and said emotionally: Write down everyone’s hard work and mental outlook!, look forward to our efforts, look forward to our earnest words, and hope. When the construction was dark, I went back to the campsite. There was not much time for rest and adjustment. The troops were not allowed to turn on the lights after going to bed late. It was very sweet for everyone to sleep after a day of hard work. I lay back on the bed with a flashlight and started writing. After finishing it, I didn’t notice that it was almost midnight. I stopped to close my sleepy eyes and fell asleep soon. The sound of the beeping whistle woke up my dream that I hadn’t woken up, and the day when I got up and dug with a hammer and spade began again. Sometimes my comrade-in-arms didn’t let me go to the construction for half a day, saying that they would give me time to write manuscripts. Besides touching me, my comrade-in-arms felt more stressful. Two of them were submitted to the Journal in construction brief, one of which was based on a typical character and the other was based on war friendship on the construction site, this could be regarded as making people and things around him appear in the newspaper, making a weak contribution to the advanced models emerging in the publicity and reporting, and the pressure in my heart was relieved. At the end of 2002, after retiring from the Army, he said goodbye to the life of eating imperial food and returned to the social environment. At this time, the pressure of livelihood, the dilemma and bitterness of life, facing new life issues such as the severe employment, getting married and getting married, etc. I am sad, anxious and expecting, wandering in my future life, and it is difficult for me to calm down and think about the articles and brush my pen. I haven’t written an article for many years halfway, it has become an empty shell floating in my mind, but I have never given up the love and desire of words in my heart. Now I am happy to pursue this wish, and reading and writing seems to be my greatest hobby, words sprouted and rooted in my heart, breeding deep feelings! As August 1st approached in 2013, the company organized veterans to hold a symposium. I suddenly saw “base communication” in the workshop office. At that time, I wanted to take the care of the company as a theme to write a contribution. After this contribution was adopted by the journal, I submitted several more articles. At the year-end conference, the company gave me great encouragement with active contributors. The encouragement of the company was like a warm force which boosted my passion for writing! Later, I submitted my works on the literature website and published my own works. In 2014, the 15th anniversary of the celebration of the red sleeve Tianxiang literature website, the work I participated in was awarded the first prize. Every time I use the pen tip to spit out ink with my heart, which is the matter in my memory, the moving person, and which kind of unforgettable feelings, and burn it into a flesh-and-blood text on the paper, with the pleasure of waving my body, I was in high spirits, and finally let go of my boiling voice with words. Writers said that finishing a book was like giving birth to a child, while I felt the same when I finished an article. Writer! This word is a well-deserved soul artist with profound knowledge in my heart and amazing literary talent. At best, I am just a hobby and spiritual sustenance! Ink dyed the fragrance of paper, words relieved my mind, bypassed all things in the world of mortals, the erosion of social flashy and restless, the entanglement of materialistic desires, and the complicated confusion. With a simple, elegant and quiet heart, walking in the words to appreciate the purity and joy of life and the peaceful and quiet beauty in indifference. For example, if the Buddha sits in the Lotus heart, and the lotus flowers that are out of the dirt but not dyed, even if they are in the filthy place, they will present a beautiful and holy soul. The graceful lotus leaves the water in the autumn color, and the Lotus is as good, with a cool and graceful look! Although my writing level is very superficial, my hot emotions, the willingness to write, and the call of singing in my heart make me boldly start writing to try. I don’t have the desire of greed and extravagance of fame and wealth. Doing what I like is always full of happiness. The works of ink and wash with ripples of emotion are floating in the words to give off Eternal Fragrance, use words to interpret my brilliance. Using ink pen to express the feelings of life and leaving the footprints of life is one of my thoughts: Writing to remember the unforgettable years and solidifying the beautiful past into eternal memories; Writing to give me warmth and care, people and things who are thankful; I want to put the bitter journey and the happy old face into the sweetness of today; I want to put a seal on the feelings that creep in my heart, to express what my soul wants to say. Let the life passed by not be washed by time and space, and not go by time! Wen/kouxin, January 6, 2015, QQ2567067282 like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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