Tap a door and ask the soul

In light snow, the west wind swept the yellow leaves. The sun shines brightly, but I can’t feel the heat. Hands and faces are cold, stepping on thick fallen leaves, on the way to work. The Big Clock of Xihua Gate rang 9 o’clock sharp. The pedestrians hurried to their respective roads. The red light at the crossroads closed my eyes and took a rest. A long time of surfing the Internet makes the eyes unable to adapt to the strong light outside gradually. A minute’s rest is also necessary for the eyes with insufficient sleep. Since the end of September, I began to write some longer novels with about 40,000 words. With the help of my son, I posted these words on the starting point. Although I worked hard, but the effect was not as good as I expected. I was still confident and kept writing, and required myself to insist on writing about 20,000 words every month. Writing and recording Fragmentary things have become a habit for decades. Unfortunately, those diaries that they regard as treasures have long been lost in the moving back and forth, those yellow papers recorded the growth of a little girl from youth to youth, and all her memories were lost in the wind. Some moods recorded by hand and some long or short novels were all handed over to the waste purchasing station due to one negligence of their son. It turned out that all the bits and pieces I recorded and described with words with pen were saved unexpectedly. Only gazing at the complex mood, here, pick up those long-standing residual warmth by memory. Later, I learned to write a short mood in the space. Fortunately, the space has such a powerful preservation function. I don’t have to worry about losing the manuscript, but I am annoyed by my typing speed. That is slow, it crawls like a snail, but after all it is walking. One day, I suddenly found prose online, Some flexible words, beautiful writing style, touching some memories deep in my heart, I built my own space, trying to add some excellent authors as friends, and even a friend left me a message, encourage the publication of words to share the joy and inexplicable joy. In reality, I am a person who is not sociable. He doesn’t adress and flatters, hates vulgar behaviors and is indifferent and silent. That’s because I can pretend to be silent against the environment I don’t like and the hypocritical mask, the woman pretended to be a pure girl, whining and whining. Every time, I heard that my hair was numb, and I was reluctant to smile at the beginning, and I felt boring when I heard too much, simply put your mind on the Internet, not hearing the things around you, only focusing on the story. Gradually in the virtual network, I can feel some real people and things. The text is like a person, and the words convey kindness, righteousness, unyielding and persistence. There are criticism for disadvantages, sympathy for weakness, love for life, persistence and confusion for love and love in the words. Every time I wander in these words, I feel the sunshine is shining, mental warm. The involuntary smile on the corners of my mouth let me know that I am happy. I am willing to make friends with people who like words and listen attentively. These voices come from deep in my soul. Feel each other’s persistent preference for words. Suddenly, I saw a door of Zhu Qi looming far away. I was approaching, with birds and flowers, and antique colors. Some people were near or far away, enjoying the scenery, or looking back. Behind that mysterious door, there should also be many people doing things they like quietly and happily. I saw two words of literature written on the door, and I knew, it should be the only way to go through the Palace of literature, that is, to knock it open and attend a feast of soul, where there are people I like and respect. 2011 11 23. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…