Pen shore, the scenery is still so good

I once asked a classmate who likes writing, what do you think are the common points of writing, painting, singing and other things that can make a person crazy? He gave a very vague answer: I am very disappointed, and I have been looking for this answer! Once I was lucky to listen to the speech of teacher Yu Minhong from New Oriental. His English learning methods, his humorous expression and the scene atmosphere of applause and laughter are still fresh in his memory. I can’t forget the introduction of his opening. Life is full of such things that make people laugh. We walked on the way to the canteen, and when we met a classmate who came out of the canteen, we would greet him with a smile: Hey, are you having dinner? When I saw my classmate washing clothes in the dormitory building, I would also say: Oh, are you washing clothes? However, knowing clearly that the other party has made a meal, he will still ask just to break the embarrassment. Knowing clearly that the other party is washing clothes, he will still say such meaningless words. These trifles reflect that our purpose is not clear and our randomness is too strong. If you can’t express yourself and just stay at the level that even greetings can’t be called, there will be an unnatural gesture. I always like the answer of a senior to the question why he likes literature. Because he wants to express, to express things that make us sob, to express things that make our souls agitate and our bodies tremble, to express things that we can’t summarize with simple words, it is wonderful to express the ends that we try our best to reach but cannot reach. A friend who has always admired: a peaked cap, a pair of canvas shoes, a SLR camera, a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. In the high school years when he lived in the same dormitory with him, he would stand on the balcony very late, with smoke rings around, eyes looking at the sky, eyes full of instability, and he was looking for the tension of upward survival. During his university study in Wuhan, he rode a motorcycle to Tibet, conquering snow mountains one after another and almost encountered avalanches. In order to see the yak, he was chased and killed by the fierce yak, and almost died in sigu Mountain. My body was peeling in the sun, and I used to suffer from cold and hunger in the tent. However, he did not stop his steps to the place closest to heaven. He found the tension of upward survival, the fulcrum of balancing life and the carrier of expressing himself, at least full of joy and happiness. In Zhang Ailing’s works, I read her loneliness just like fireworks. Just as she told in her whole life: I became very low when I met you, and went down to the dust, but my heart was happy. And there comes a flower. The very sensitive and insightful girl baby Annie said: life is an illusion. She expressed her stubbornness, fragility, ambiguity, despair and lifeless flame in her works. Prose index.html I hope to have a house facing the sea and blooming in spring, which is sensitive, melancholy, simple, acute, impatient and easy to get hurt. The nib makes life blossom. Pen shore, flowers bloom into the sea, trees grow into shade; Pen shore, scenery is unique, destined to let me fight for it all my life.

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