Quiet moon night, accompanied by ink fragrance

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When the sun converges its last speed of light, the quiet and beautiful moonlight night comes as promised, everything seems very quiet and detailed! And I especially like to be quiet. When I am alone, I like to make a cup of coffee, hold a book, or close my eyes to listen to the music, so that every beautiful melody can pass through the earmuffs, let me enjoy a moment of peace. Or, in front of the silent screen, quietly knock some unhappy words, delighted in the world of words, I am the princess, I am the Queen, and I am my own master! The night seems to be the poison of loneliness. When the night is still, I am surrounded by sadness arbitrarily. Sadness arises spontaneously! Then, calm down and write a few simple lines to release some messy feelings between the lines. Words are the antidote to your loneliness. Let your fingers swim in the middle of the keyboard and knock out the whispers of your heart. At night, you will never be poisoned by sadness, so you won’t feel lonely! I regard words as a home of mood. In this home, everything in life is stored. Occasionally, I walked at home, strolled around, and then looked through those feelings that I once wrote down, indulged in the joy of memory alone. Collect some scattered feelings and put them in a corner of the room, waiting for good memories. Over and over again, I recall the past all the way! Some people say: people who like words are a little sad. And I said: most sad people like words. I don’t know whether it is right or wrong? At least I think people will regard words as a kind of sustenance of their mood! So do I. When there is no place to release troubles and no one listens, I will release my mood in the words. When my heart is hollowed out, I will feel relaxed, free and happy! I like to record every bit of my life with words. Sad or happy. On this road, only words go together. Scenery on the road: beautiful and ordinary; Memory of life: sad and happy. Only text know! On the distant road, what is scattered in the scenery is a kind of mood. Sometimes I feel tired. I find a quiet place habitually, record everything that happened with words habitually, and then save them somewhere in my brain, making this moment eternal. On the road of life, I hurried on, but I didn’t forget the scenery I passed by and the mood drifting with the wind! Many of my stories are written in the first person. I am not used to writing stories in the third person, because I can’t walk into their world. Only by devoting my passion can my laughter and tears, sadness and joy flow into my words so vividly. Although I have never written anything satisfying myself, I still hope that in the vast sea of internet, there will be someone who can read my words, just like reading me. I have been writing all the time, but none of the words can express my emotion, expectation and pain. Therefore, I feel very depressed! I always sigh in my heart, why can’t I write beautiful words? Why can’t I write a story that can warm my soul? I give all my emotions to the characters in my story! I am just looking for some lost dreams between the lines. I know that words do not represent anything, but I still look forward to those messy words in my heart and get a short look from readers, that will also make me feel the warmth of being understood! I like words, which are as important to me as air. I am used to sitting alone with lights at night because of my character. I prefer the glittering and translucent visual effect, with a warm atmosphere, and appreciate the long, short, clear and spirited words swaying in the article. I will even follow some words intently and dance in the article, floating leisurely. Their tranquil charm, their bright and smooth elegant demeanour can make me smile and enjoy it uncontrollably! I am a person who likes writing and writes attentively. Every heart song, every square word and even every punctuation mark represent me. As for those feelings hidden in the words, let me recall them warmly and let those who can’t understand appreciate them silently. This feeling is a mysterious and hard to describe, like songs and tea! Love words, love writing, perhaps because only words can record all the joys, sorrows, love, hate, love and hatred. All the past, present and future can be recalled, described and longed by words. The words can be not gorgeous, not wonderful, not profound, and not wonderful, but they are still precious because of the injection of personal true feelings. I always stubbornly believe that true words will have a power to understand people’s hearts, which is easy to resonate with everyone, win friendship, respect, support, applause and applause for myself! However, many times, quiet down, write some text, not romantic, not love, in this creation course of text in, not will float dry 1.1 point step-down and replace it with Ning and, with the tranquil mood, I became more and more fond of words and typing the keyboard. Words also gradually became an integral part of my life, which was all the records and witnesses of my life journey! In my spare time, I started to cultivate my mind silently in the words. I like to listen to the sound of fingers passing through the keyboard and tapping, which seems to be the sound of nature to me, so sweet, crisp, sweet and lingering. Although it seems too melodramatic and far-fetched to describe it as the sound of nature and lingering sound, I really love this pure and monotonous voice! No matter what kind of words are, there will always be admirable shining points, with the light of human nature and the breath of life, let us absorb the essence, remove the false and preserve the truth in the long and short life course, enrich our life and highlight our life. In the days to come, I will still stick to my hobbies and write down the details about life, my feelings about life and my love for life with a clumsy pen! As always, I like to record the plain and ups and downs in my life with words. After several times, I can still feel the sweet and warm atmosphere when I read it quietly in the quiet and good time. There are neither flowery ink nor exquisite vocabulary, but there are too many true feelings in the deep and shallow words, which make the words full of human feelings and rich life atmosphere! So I am not alone, in a quiet and beautiful moonlight night, because I have ink fragrance as my companion

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