My favorite ~ text

I often have the urge to write something, feeling that words are like wine can relieve sorrows; feeling that words are like songs that soothe the soul in depression and frustration; feeling that words have the taste of five flavors and miscellaneous chens, there are fireworks in the world; I feel that words have their own souls in their own yards, and they are alive.

Why didn't you insist on writing? It is because I am too demanding perfection, picky about the position of every word, and picky about the color and taste of each word. Every time there is an impulse to write an article in my heart, I am extinguished by my own emotions, but there is still a little fire, and within a few days, the flame is lit again.

I missed the beautiful words in this twist, and I have not yet written a good work of my own, sorry.

Thinking about it carefully, writing first pleases yourself, obeys your heart, and lets the words flow from the tip of the pen. Let it run aground in dangerous shoals, and rush to the mouth of the sea; let it bloom or wither like a flower. Regardless of the length of the article, you can truly express your joys and sorrows. Whether the article is different or not, whether it can tell the truth or not, as long as it is sincere.

If my article has a color, it must be that each different color of the text composes a red orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple sentence, coded on the grassland of blue sky and white clouds, suddenly a dark cloud passes by, moved by the wind to shed tears, the sun ☀️ can't bear it, come out to comfort, there is a rainbow of seven colors.

If my words have a taste, then there must be the fragrance of flowers, the saltiness of the sea breeze, the sweetness of honey, the bitterness of huanglian, and the acid that cannot be obtained, you may not understand the harmony of the five tastes, do not understand the proportion of mixing, you just say that life is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, in fact, the text is full of sweetness and fragrance after the struggle.

I feel that the text irons the crumpled emotions, enriches the ordinary life, inserts the wings of imagination for me, the text can catch turtles in the five oceans under the moon for nine days, fight with Li Bai, accompany Du Fu to tears, and Meng Haoran on a spring day trip, go to Tao Yuanming's house to taste turbid wine, and see Xin abandon the disease in his dreams to shoot white feathers... In the text I am free, I live as I want, I don't have to look ahead, I don't have to be dignified and elegant, I release myself, I wantonly turn myself into a song without a word card, jumping between the lines, singing with tears.

I like to chew words, every time I see a good article, such as a treasure, I always dare not read more, carefully collect and save, and taste it when no one is there, it is really fragrant.

I love to see the mighty mountains and rivers, and I also love to see Qingqing and me.

Seemingly lonely reading or writing, but there is a richness and beauty that others cannot appreciate, I dance in my own world, I laugh in my own world, I see the gathering and dispersion in my own world, I see the sorrow and joy of the world, and I see that it is like a flow of water.

Now I am no longer a teenager, but there is no panic in my heart, it is the words that give me the strength to calm down. I love full of green silk and do not refuse white hair; I miss the years of Miao, and I can also accept the middle-aged Xu Niang; I struggle in my youth, and I stretch my life in the sunshine of middle age. I wish that my years and the changing words will be brilliant together, warm together, and plain together, like a stream, carrying the fallen leaves of the years to move forward slowly, although thousands of miles away from the sea, but not stopping, there is a heart to the sea.

May the words accompany me in the long stream, one journey after another.