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I like prose in my childish dream, Tao Yuanming’s “Peach Blossom Spring”, Zhu Ziqing’s “Lotus and Moonlight”, Ouyang Xiu’s “Autumn Fu”, liu zhanqiu’s “four seasons of Rain” once drove my imagination like that. Whether it is a textbook or a book, the starry sky of prose has an attraction to me. In the middle school age, the unprecedented cultural revolution was catching up, and children who could be well educated were deprived of many rights. A blessing in disguise. Because of some special reasons and circumstances at that time, I was able to hide in the forgotten corner and read the books from my house eagerly for three years. Prose written by many writers such as Zhou ZuoRen, Xu Dishan, Lin Yutang, Xu Zhimo, Liang Shiqiu, Lu Li, Bing Xin, Ba Jin, Shen Congwen, Xiao Gan, Wu Zuguang, Xu Jie, Ke Ling, Xin Di, etc, accompanying me through the dusk and night of happiness and sorrow, humiliation and endeavor, hunger and hard study made my poor life have a great fortune. Many times, I rubbed my tired eyes and looked at the starry sky before dawn through the pane. Yes, what I look up to is a starry sky, which is neither a lonely star nor a string of stars, nor a cluster of stars, but a dazzling starry sky. Although prose doesn’t have the suspense of dramatic gripping, it can be lingering for a long time with the ordinary; Although prose doesn’t have the big framework of novel, but the small length shows the ingenuity of the writer; although prose doesn’t have a broad language to gallop around the world, the courtyard is deeply covered by grass and trees, which touches my heart in this way. When I wander under the starry sky of prose again and again, no matter with happiness, sadness, joy and depression, I can’t help the years passing ruthlessly. When I am crossing the years far away today, his (her) works are still so fresh, but they are more profound and fantastic, like the vast starry sky and the wave shadow of the Milky Way. I like prose. It was only when we stepped into the autumn of life that we really began to use our own pen to write the prose that we loved when we were young girls without interruption, but it was not for publishing, sometimes some feelings and feelings are very strong, just like flowing clouds and flowing water can’t stop, so the bottom of the pen begins to flow, and the spring water is pure and crystal, just like your heart. Some people say that proses cannot be made. A good prose is a kind of inner voice, a scratch unconsciously in life, a throb and an echo of the soul. Its accumulation and emergence has its own time, which cannot be expected or overdrawn. I know: it is impossible to write a good prose without unique discovery, real experience, and subtle and abundant, deep and fresh things from my heart. Therefore, I will never force myself when I don’t want to write. When that unique voice gradually emerged from the depth of life, I would never miss the entry. Moonlight and Starlight, mountain and water can inspire my inspiration; Wind and rain, birds and insects can resonate with me; Snow and snow, flowers bloom and fall, which can affect my love. I will show my heart quietly through writing, communicate with myself, and adjust my mind repeatedly until my heart is calm and peaceful. A red rose opens when we are apart. Having witnessed the cruel reality, experienced the painful process and suffered great grievances, sadness was always as hard as a shadow to swing away, but I never blamed or hurt others. Just as my mother said: if someone hurts you, you will feel heartbroken. If you hurt others, your heart will be more painful. In those tough years, I was like this. I kept writing, recording the truth, releasing emotions, relieving depression, exclaiming depression, and releasing myself constantly. In order to get out of the predicament as soon as possible, I have thrown myself into the embrace of nature for countless times and sought another comfort. In the Pale cyan morning, I came to the dense forest where the red morning glow could not penetrate, and let the first ray of sunshine swallowed by the Forest shine my heart. When I climbed the mountain at dawn, there were only birds singing and wind. I didn’t even know when the dew wet my trousers quietly. I was not a good friend. Generally speaking, even if I was in a high mood, others would not be aware of it. But it is not so deep, but the way of communication is different from others. I like to meditate silently and murmur alone, which is the quiet narration of chamber music. The language of the article is just like the clear water, which can reflect the shadow of my heart. Friends who have read my books all say: if you don’t see you, you will know that you are a quiet woman in Jiangnan. There are mixed happiness and sorrow, aura but not atmosphere; There are soft but not free and easy; There are opinions but no personality. Mr. Liu zhanqiu said well: prose has no relationship with impetuous mentality. Because impetuous is always eager for success, eager to become famous overnight, while prose is natural, which needs to be washed through water and quiet; Prose is not destined for shallow taste. Because of the superficial and vanity, I like to expose it, while the prose would rather be lonely, like to say nothing but to be self-contained.; Prose is not destined for gorgeous appearance. Because gorgeousness depends on packaging and decoration, while proses prefer simplicity to engrave profound thoughts with plain sentences. In the past, I thought that my quiet personality, rich inner heart and delicate emotion were more suitable for writing prose. Now it seems that it is far from enough to understand these and possess these. Thank the readers for measuring the distance for me; Thank the distance for letting me know my position. As a reader, I like to travel in the starry night sky and have colorful dreams. As an author, under the starry sky of prose, I will calm myself down and work hard without asking for anything else. Zhu Qing, October 30th, 2004 like (prose editor: drops of ink into wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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