Writing is a disease

When summer flowers are still blooming recklessly in the sunshine, when winter snow is still drifting in the cold. Alone, bathing in the sunshine or snow, sitting in front of the computer and writing everything I imagined. A cup of hot tea was quietly steaming beside the computer. The peace in the Cup reflected all the writing postures. This kind of writing brought me many things that could not be touched by reality, it describes a fierce love, from being happy to smiling, and from leaving to tears. All those writings bring me are like the Four Seasons that go round and round, making me feel all the subtle changes. Writing is a kind of disease. When people sleep soundly in the middle of the night and snore lightly, when they are empty to the moon, they write all the beauty that belongs to themselves or all the sufferings that they want to experience. Guo Jingming said that writers are depressed because they are thinking about how happy or sad their roles are every day. Su Tong said that few people really wanted to write something and persevered. I said it is very easy to write something. When I really want to write something that has gone through several years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, writing becomes a disease. A truly happy person will not write, because he will die of happiness every day, and there is no time to express everything he feels with words, except my dear, I love you, the weather is good today, and this rose is so beautiful. I won’t say anything else. People who are really depressed can’t write, because those melancholy bring him silence or giggle, because that is mental illness. The real writer is like a sub-healthy person. When the reason and depression are criticized for countless times, they decide to write. The combination of seemingly healthy and unhealthy may become a masterpiece. Some people say that genius and madman are only one step away. Writing is only half a step away from mental illness. Of course, I won’t be energetic enough to hit my face, but the pressure that the spirit in my mind will bring to myself is not what others imagine. Writing is a kind of disease, even if there is no sadness, it will flow backwards into a river. Writing is a kind of disease. Even if there is no happiness, you will cry happily. Writing is a disease that I struggle for myself in the future. Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…