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You can control yourself and the surrounding environment better and more thoroughly than ordinary people. You hate superficial and superficial things; You would rather be alone than chat with others, but your relationship with your best friend is very deep, and you pay more attention to spiritual things, this keeps your mind harmonious and comfortable. You don’t mind being alone for a long time, and you rarely feel dull. ——- Inscription has always been my favorite two things, one is music, the other is words, they are the kind of things that need to be tasted and enjoyed slowly when alone. Because sometimes life is full of happiness, sometimes it is full of pain, some are unspeakable, and some are unreadable. So sometimes that feeling was like floating in the air with nowhere to land until one day she found her carrier-music or words. Accustomed to indulging in music and wandering in words, I have no intention to get out of that artistic conception. I often feel that my soul is drifting out of my mind in a corner close to my heart, only the string of flexible notes, or the touching words, always casually plucked the heart, so the body shook awe-inspiring, that kind of depression, that kind of suffocation, it was released instantly. When shocked by music or words, I felt that my soul was purified, and my wrinkled heart was gradually smoothed bit by bit. Music is an interpretation of mood, either release or release! Words are a kind of emotional vent and expression, or retelling, or expectation! In the world of music, you can always feel another yourself! In the world of words, you can always touch your shadow. Maybe he may not be the real you! When I was free to read books, I carefully tasted those words that nourish my heart and moisten my lungs, just like smearing some cool oil in the hot summer, which was so cool and comfortable; it is also like a beautiful flower in autumn, which moistens my eyes. Floating World, who accidentally hit the wind chimes in front of my window? Let my dream dance on the water, just like the arc of the paper airplane which was folded up when I was a child flying in the air of the campus, which made me narrow my eyes in warmth and unwilling to open it. It turned out to be those wonderful words. I always like reading words, where I can always find a kind of tranquility and relief in the world. A literary friend described it like this: paper and ink are vines in the dust, while words are flowers in my heart, what a good metaphor! I really want to let words and music dance with my soul in this life, and then I will pass quietly. Like (prose editor: indifferent) 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”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…