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Yes, from the perspective of life, I am an extremely simple person, as simple as flowing clouds. I didn’t do it on purpose, but when there were so many people with me in the years, I didn’t know why they felt ashamed and ashamed. Then in that case, I will be at ease and be at ease. In the days of being happy with the circumstances, words naturally become the ocean for me to release my soul. There are two kinds of explanations for words here. The first is others’ words, that is, being read, and the second is their own words, that is, expressing. But no matter in my heart, it is no doubt that flowers and plants meet the sunshine and seabirds meet the sea, which will make life uncontrollably cheer from the inside. I remember that in the early 1990 s, I encountered a series of books of great men in the world, which covered all aspects of individuals, including works, thoughts, behaviors, psychology, manners and cultivation, including privacy, birth, aging, illness and death, and spiritual monologue. The whole set is divided into seven or eight separate books. After reading them one by one, life is like exile in the open wilderness, with clear air and free access, and the soul suddenly wakes up when breathing. I am glad that I have such an affair in my life, which makes my mind open and closed completely. Unconsciously, my spiritual quality is marching towards the height of civilization. Maybe for this reason, my life and soul were excited, which made my thoughts as bright as starry sky, so that the magma of years came out from my heart, and I looked at the green, fat and thin scattered on the ground, the deep heart is like an enduring ocean, galloping with joy. After having such experience, life naturally said goodbye to the past by accident, and learned to be alone, quiet, simple and Cook words. Every time I encounter rainy days, it is a kind of enjoyment for me. My heart connects the past with the future calmly, accompanied by a window of rain and evening, a wisp of wind, knocking and beating, after one or two hours, fallen Flowers are flying on the manuscript paper. The lips opened with beads, which attracted the fragrance of spring all over the room, full of vitality. Frankly speaking, the place with words is the scenery of my life, and the scenery here is unique. In other words, as long as life is connected with words, the soul is facing the sea and blooming in spring. It seems that I don’t remember how many words I have read, just as I don’t remember how many words I have written. However, every time I face the words, my mood is the same, that is, my heart is like a surging sea, which gradually submerge myself in the besieged atmosphere. Sometimes I even regard words as a boat. No matter sailing with the wind or sailing against the water, my heart is a sea of joy. I dare not say that the beauty like music makes me forget about it, but I absolutely dare to say that since words enter the core of my life, my heart, the charm released by my spirit is no less than the twinkling starry sky and clouds in the dark! I remember that I once wrote such a sentence, cherishing the past of life and dancing to bring myself into the world of words. Yes, by accident, words took me through an obscure age, and took me out of the Depression and swamp of life, as well as snow mountains and deserts. Now, my heart seems to have already entered an open pasture, living freely in the poetry of seeing cattle and sheep in the wind and grass. I don’t expect to become famous and get married, and I also ask others not to ask where I am going, because the place farther than the distance is the hometown of words! I clinging to my own pursuit, just like the waves aroused by words in my heart, which combined life and spirit into one, and made my soul become an endless ocean, and the blue ocean is the yearning for the soul to think all the time. When life is there, the released emotion is the flying of soul in low altitude! Words make me forget my age and all the unhappy times. Behind this forget, no matter in the deep memory or in the real environment, I am an independent myself. Get drunk for words, dance for words, let life pass through the black corridor of years. A book, a cup of tea, enjoy the leisurely time, a pen, a piece of music, it is hard to bring life into the sky of reverie, under the sky, I become a seabird, empty yourself in the whispers or tenderness of the sea, and then search for the next reeds full of white flowers with the waves of the sea. I am The Descendants bred by the sea, it is natural that they would love to sing for the sea. When life wandered along the seawall and beach, the blue sea breeze with hot words, like a bright sunrise, dyed the sea red. At that moment, my heart was completely released like a full sail wandering all the way. In Dongpo’s words, there was neither wind nor rain nor sunny. Yes, over the years, words have brought me life and death, brought me into the memory of past events, and made me have stronger wealth than material. Imagine, what is more worthy of cherishing and recalling in the years than a person who has the literary flavor or handwriting my heart with me? Life is a process. 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