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Since the words came into my heart quietly, that kind of emotion surging like a tide could no longer converge. The tide of my heart flowed with sad words on the beach. I walked barefoot, feeling cold and cold, I don’t know when to start life, accompanied by words, lonely through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Taste the bitterness of life and immerse yourself in the sadness of life. The girl who picked up shells at the seaside, dressed in tattered clothes, walked through the crowd carelessly, and suffered the coldness and ridicule of her companions. The vast sea, where is the warm harbor? The sea, looking at the endless sea, since she was sensible, the girl with short hair once bravely embarked on the journey of life with her strong arms. Looking back on the years, the mottled imprints of time were left deep and shallow in the girl’s riddled heart. In the bleak autumn afternoon, in the early morning of the North Wind, in the dream wandering late at night, they climbed to the heart bit by bit, the lingering haze left a single line of poetry in the bleak rainy night when the drizzle hit the plantain; It turned into sad and beautiful words like snow in the sad phantom of thousands of trees and pear flowers; in the tears of the war, the Iron Horse and the dream, I wrote the words of the fallen after the defeat of life. The glory of the past is no longer, the glory of the past has become a passing cloud, and the applause and flowers of the past have fallen into the mire of memories. The flowers fall silently, and the stream flows long. Even the petals falling down are also a pitiful and amazing scenery. The fallen flowers are not lonely, accompanied by running water, and I, lonely life, long night, who can pour out? Therefore, the support of emotion will be found slowly. Having a spiritual conversation with young Werther, living was also a painful process. In the diary, I wrote to Goethe and told him that I also had the same troubles, how long will those complicated emotional entanglement and interpersonal relationships that are constantly cut and wrangled bother me? Envied the little girl riding goats on the Alps, who was free and free. On the mountain in summer, the sun was shining. The little girl wore a patch skirt and worked hard. Sing songs and put sheep; Put wild fruits down trees; Beat well water up; Make straw into bed. Smelling the fragrance of straw at night, counting the stars through the small window, I fell asleep unconsciously. Therefore, in the diary, I wrote down a hymn about the mountain on TV. Throw the infinite lonely heart to those beautiful things; Vent all the sad thoughts in the ocean of words; Indulge the lonely weakness in inspirational stories. I always thought that all unhappiness would pass and all loneliness would disappear with the years. But there is a long way to live. The flower season of youth has just arrived, the fruits of summer have not been picked, and the maple red in autumn has not yet been appreciated. How can the god of life let me go? The girl with short hair was me, who once sweated like rain on the playground and made a proud record; She once ranked first in her study, worked hard and was highly praised. The light of those short friendship that I once cherished is so dazzling that today, more than ten years later, it is still clearly engraved in the deep heart and unforgettable. Now, in the words, I walk alone and write down those brave, failed, contradictory, sad and lonely emotions, which can’t help sighing in my heart. Ever since I fell in love with words, the tide of memory surged to me. In my life, the childhood memories like spring bloomed in my heart like flowers. How can the waves of time wash out the pearls rushing to the shore of life? It is hard to forget the memory. On that open space, there were courtyards with red walls and green tiles, antique Lingnan buildings, white clouds blossoming in the open and blue sky; The golden sunshine flowed down from the cracks of dark green trees, the grass is as green as jade, and the gloss is fine. A bunch of pink and white flowers like grapes shine the ocean-like pink light in the sun, which is very poetic. At that time, I danced with the girl next door in the open space. Her fair skin, pure eyes and standard melon seed face made the sunshine could not help kissing her fragrance. What kind of picture is this? Hazy? Clear? Unparalleled? Since I fell in love with words, lonely sadness also became happy. The moonlight in the lotus pond in front of the House also became as real as fantasy. The Moonlight is light, like a golden curtain and gauze cage covering the whole river pond. Vaguely, under the moonlight, in front of the street lamp, the pink color of lotus flowers can be vaguely distinguished. Looking at that flower, it was like a shy girl in love, hiding in a dark corner, looking at the Childe in white at the dim light; That Flower was as white as jade, and looked at the Willows on the shore affectionately, when the wind blows, the lotus fragrance floats, as if the willow is bathing in the holy fragrance of flowers, and the dark hair is more charming and elegant. Looking at the lotus pond under the moon, there is a kind of happy sadness and lonely happiness. Although I am the only one, I can’t help weaving flowers into a string of beautiful and happy words in my mind, looking at the plump Lotus figure, I remembered Imperial Consort Yang of Tang Dynasty, as if I was in the era of taking fat as beauty, turning into imperial consort and dancing in the glorious palace. Since I fell in love with words, loneliness has become a kind of enjoyment. In the night, listen to a soothing and sad music, drink a cup of fragrant milk tea or bitter coffee, and gently knock out a string of wonderful words and notes on the keyboard to recall family affection, friendship and love, narrating all kinds of painful and happy experiences, comprehending the meaning of life’s sufferings, finding out the true meaning of life, and gradually finding out that this is the best way to liberate oneself. Listening to the sad music, the mood in my heart begins to brew. Someone and some things always come to my mind at this moment; Listening to the happy music, those beautiful memories come to my mind unconsciously, the body will also move with the music; There are songs that I have never been tired of listening to for hundreds of times. In my heart, on my fingertips and in the story, there are all such familiar rhythms. The vast sea, why home? Finally, I found that words are the ocean of my life and the harbor of my warmth. In words, writing alone is very lonely, but when relieved, it is very happy. Maybe loving words itself is an irresistible temptation and an irresistible excitement. No matter it is memory or creation, words must be the support of my soul and must bloom quietly in loneliness!. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city

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