Write

I always wanted to write a book, but in fact, I have already written several books, but I haven’t waited for the intimate friend who is willing to pay for me to appear. Therefore, I still kept writing, waiting for the appearance of this bosom friend. I don’t know what kind of articles can attract others’ attention, so I write what I want to write. Then I was liked by others. Maybe I am want to leave something in this world in his lifetime, not for someone, but for himself. I like to write those little things. They don’t have the length of novels, but they have small and thin feelings in the words between lines. Every word in it is born with the heart and has its meaning of survival. I like the words of Annie’s baby, reading them is like reading myself, not hurt or itchy, not dead or alive, and my heart is quiet. I have been looking forward to some people who like my words like me, just as I like Annie’s. I think I am her bosom friend. I thought it was something to fall in love. It turned out to be such a thing. I always write love, as if only love can be written, and only love can store my decadent and a little happy language. He makes me happy, and I will show my warmth and peace; He makes me sad, and I will not care about the description of sadness. At least for now, he is the main source of my writing feelings. I think, if one day I look at him and think about him, but I can’t write a word, my feelings will come to an end. To be honest, I don’t want this kind of thing to happen. I want to go to the end with someone. I think this is a great thing. I want to do it with my heart. I always have a wish that I can’t stop wandering around, no matter whether I go to the end of the world or not. Just because of the constraints of the outside world and itself, I have never had enough courage, but I always have a stirring heart. One day, I will make up my mind to leave and go far away to find deeper Hearts, deeper feelings and deeper words. But in the end, I will come back here, because the origin of everything is here. I hope he can cherish me and we can keep going until we are white-haired, holding each other’s hands and living for each other. Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…