When you read this text, I am meeting you to let us write from the body to the heart, let us write until we are as good as ever.
When you look at this text – first of all, I would say, I find it to be a classic opening. At the beginning of this sentence, the outline is led, the outline is open, and it can be controlled and laid out as you like. You don't have to worry about repetition, but what if everyone in the world starts from this beginning? I'd say, that wouldn't be so good. Life experiences and personal insights are different, and authentic writing will never be repeated with others.
Friends, when you find that dear life is not always your dear. When you find that you live faithfully but are not always faithful to you. When you find that many things always have to come to an end, you wake up like a dream: the original front is full of dream-like chaos and absurdity. In all these cases, your emotions may plummet, and you may be pessimistic and desperate. Well, friend, write it.
Write your own emotions, no matter what messy emotions, out. Write your own experience, whether brilliant or bleak. Write your own story, whether it is true or false. In the end, you will find that your stress relief is much, much more. Now I suddenly suspect that my motivation for writing may not be as pure and noble as I have always believed, but only out of instinctive relief?
All in all, writing is a good thing, especially in the contemporary era. I used to think that writing was a writer's business, but today I think writing is for everyone. Writing is healing. The Institute of Disaster Psychology of a foreign university also has special studies that show that expressive writing is an effective way to solve emotional problems.
When you read this — I want to say, I'm going to pause the Luminous Cup column again and I'm going to write a new novel. I'm stupid and can only do one thing at a time. In recent years, the ecological environment has undergone tremendous changes. The epidemic is still there, I choose to value the friendliness that people have inspired during the epidemic, the neighbors are more careful to keep their homes quiet, and even the seismic detectors have reported that the underground depth of human noise that was previously reached is now greatly reduced. In this relatively quiet environment, willfully writing novels is both a healing and a luxury. After all, the epidemic situation in the world is still basho does not show the lilac knot, and the spring breeze is the same. In the unknown state of the general trend, doing something like writing a novel with unknown consequences seems to be quite a match.
When you look at this text — I want to say , the language environment also stimulates me to write novels. In just a few years, WeChat is shorter than Weibo, and the bullet screen is shorter than WeChat. It is said that the 2019 B Station Annual Barrage is "awsl" ("Ah I'm dead"). It is said that this is a top praise, no matter what it is, beautiful and intelligent, the bullet screen is "awsl", the word is extremely economical, the meaning is extremely solidified, and the contagion is extremely contagious, the public is very addictive, and the reaction mode of this template language has obviously affected the written language. I, on the other hand, want to do the opposite. I especially want my written language, eloquent, elegant, unhurried, delicately portrayed, grass and trees, bricks and tiles, singing three sighs, wisps of silk.
When you read this, I was meeting you later. One day, I wrote a novel, and then I came back to the Luminous Cup, reunited, wrote, read and read, it was a casual chat among friends, not a rushing noise on the street. We do not say that the world is pouring out, the people's hearts are getting worse, and this kind of complaining has been tired of hearing. Let's look at the Neolithic period, from anthropologists' articles. You can also really go to the Konya Plateau in Turkey, where there is a city skyline from the seventh millennium BC, and the scenery is said to be there, which has not changed much so far. There, you can glimpse the original human heart, is the desire to cooperate with others, everyone builds a house together, settles down, no longer moves with the four seasons, no longer lives by water and grass, thus forming a city where human beings live. A trance, and now we're in it, but we're laughing. So write it. Let's write from ancient times to the present. Let's write from the body to the heart. Let's write until it's all right. (Chi Li)